"Mr. Su, who cooked this dish, is a chef, not a doctor. How could he feel the pulse?" Wang Zhuo explained.
"Since he's not a doctor, what right does he have to talk about diet therapy?
It's not that I look down on chefs, but every profession has its own specialization. Diet therapy is strictly a medical field, not a culinary art.
He should at least talk to me face to face. He should ask me first about what he should and shouldn't eat. Otherwise, no matter how good his cooking is, it's useless if he eats the wrong thing, "the middle-aged doctor, Liu Wei, said with dissatisfaction.
The so-called dietotherapy, is to use food to affect the various aspects of the body's functions, so as to make it healthy or to prevent disease.
However, it was not just some random nutrition. Even diet therapy had to be based on the body's needs. Otherwise, it would be harmful if the wrong direction was taken.
For example, some people felt that their body was weak, so they often used tonic such as ginseng wine, astragalus soup, ginseng essence, etc. However, these things were useless for people with Yin deficiency (pale complexion, palpitations, low fever, night sweats, thirst, red tongue, insomnia). Taking these things would consume the Yin fluid and make the symptoms worse.
In other words, the most important part of diet therapy was to eat the right thing, not to cook it well.
Infantile anorexia was a disease in which the digestive function was disrupted. Eating random things was very likely to lead to vomiting or diarrhea.
"Xiao Rui ate the fish porridge cooked by Mr. Su yesterday and felt a lot more energetic.
After that, he asked other chefs to cook fish porridge with yellow croaker, but Xiao Rui still couldn't eat it. "
Wang Zhuo explained. Although he knew that Liu Wei was a first-class doctor and he was doing this for his son's sake, the fact was that the medical skills of the hospital were not as good as a bowl of porridge.
"Oh?
Is that true? "
Liu Wei was stunned, and a trace of suspicion flashed across his face. Was there really porridge so delicious that he could ignore the existence of anorexia?
He pointed to the lunch box in Wang Zhuo's hand and said, "Let's see what he cooked first."
Liu Wei was not completely unreasonable. If the other party cooked something suitable, he could give it a try.
After all, under the premise of choosing the right ingredients, superior culinary skills were indeed helpful. At the very least, it could increase one's appetite.
Wang Zhuo obeyed and opened the lunch box. Immediately, a meaty fragrance wafted out, causing Wang Zhuo and Liu Wei to swallow their saliva. The beautiful middle-aged woman sitting by the bed came over and asked in surprise, "What did Mr Su cook? It smells too good."
The three of them looked into the lunch box and saw a small bowl of steamed pork. It was a light yellow color and was decorated with shallots. It looked good.
"No, Xiao Rui can't eat oily food."
Liu Wei immediately shook his head. He had to admit that this bowl of meat was too fragrant, but it was not suitable for anorexics.
"How come that Mr. Su doesn't even know the most basic things?" The middle-aged beauty frowned slightly.
"I'll call and ask him." Wang Zhuo was a little puzzled. He didn't ask Sue first.
Cook what? Because of Sue.
Since he was talking about diet therapy, he must know better than him. In order not to lose the heat, he didn't open it along the way, so he only knew it was pork now. He thought it was porridge.
"Hello, Mr. Su." After getting through the phone, Wang Zhuo's tone was still polite.
"Mr. Wang, how is it? Has your son eaten?" Sue asked.
"Not yet.
Why did Mr. Su prepare pork instead of porridge? My son can't eat oily food, "Wang Zhuo said with a bitter smile.
"Who said it can't be eaten?" Sue smiled.
"The doctor said it.
He said diet therapy is a medical science. You have to ask him what you should eat, "Wang Zhuo said to Sue.
He was a little speechless. Not to mention anorexia, one should not eat oily food even if they had a cold or a fever. Shouldn't this be common sense?
"The so-called diet therapy, food comes first, treatment comes later. If you can't even eat, how can you talk about diet therapy?
And what I cook can be eaten by your son. I believe that bowl of meat is very good for your son. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you. "Sue said a little pretentiously and then hung up the phone.
He said in a somewhat pretentious manner and then hung up the phone. He was very clear about the magic of Magical Beast meat. After eating it, the body would be like being reborn. How difficult would it be to adjust the digestive function?
But if Wang Zhuo didn't believe it, then he didn't want to say more.
It was a little painful to waste two or three taels of Magical Beast meat, and he was too lazy to waste his breath.
"Food comes first, treatment comes later."
Wang Zhuo muttered to himself and looked at the boy in the hospital bed. "Little Rui, do you want to eat this bowl of meat?"
In fact, his question was superfluous, because his son Wang Rui was half asleep before, and just woke up by the fragrance. At this moment, he was already drooling at the corner of his mouth, looking at the lunch box and nodding. In fact, from his point of view, he could not see what was inside the lunch box, but the fragrance was enough to attract him.
"Mr. Wang, if you really let your son eat this bowl of meat, I won't be responsible if anything happens," Liu Wei said with a frown.
"You don't have to take responsibility. I'll take full responsibility," Wang Zhuo said calmly. In fact, he had been observing Sue a lot today.
When he was chased out of the western restaurant, Sue
That indifferent attitude made him have a good impression on him. Intuition told him that Sue was different.
He was a very nice person.
Moreover, if this bowl of meat really made his son vomit or have diarrhea, it wouldn't be a big deal. Anyway, this wasn't the first or second time. On the contrary, if Sue really did it …
If that was the case, it would be of great help. Perhaps he would be able to solve a huge problem in his heart.
"Little Rui, try a small bite first."
Wang Zhuo picked up a small piece and handed it to Wang Rui's mouth. Wang Rui took a bite and ate it in two or three bites. It wasn't that he wanted to eat quickly, but it was so delicious that he couldn't help it.
"I want more."
Wang Rui couldn't wait to reach out and grab the lunch box, but Wang Zhuo didn't give it to him. He still fed him small mouthfuls while observing Wang Rui. Until Wang Rui ate all the meat in the lunch box, there was still nothing wrong, and he was obviously much better.
"Dad, I want to eat more." Wang Rui licked his lips with a greedy look.
"Hehe, you can't eat too much at once. Can you eat it at dinner?"
Wang Zhuo and the middle-aged woman looked at each other and smiled. They touched their son's head dotingly and looked at their son's long-lost eating appearance and long-lost smile. They were very pleased.
However, they were worried that their son would really have the symptoms of nausea, vomiting or diarrhea that Dr. Liu said. They didn't dare to relax and took care of him. Liu Wei also stayed and was ready to rescue Liu Rui at any time. But after several hours, Wang Rui not only did not have any symptoms, but he became more and more energetic and even got out of bed and walked around.
"Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have an apple?" Wang Rui picked up a big red apple on the plate.
"Of course." The middle-aged woman's eyes lit up.
Wang Rui grabbed the apple and ate it while reading the comic. Soon, he ate most of it.
"Dr. Liu, what do you think?" Wang Zhuo looked at Liu Wei and asked.