White armor

Chapter 553: No Ex on the Internet, Even if there is one, I won’t admit it

"Luo Hao Luo Hao, something happened to Professor Lei!"

As soon as he returned to the ward, Luo Hao was stopped by Chen Yong to watch the fun.

What's so interesting about this bustle... It's indeed interesting. Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong helplessly, "Have you finished writing the paper?"

"Liquid metal magnetic surgery, just this title, the New England Journal of Medicine has gone crazy." Chen Yong said proudly, "In this field, I can publish 20 top papers, and they are in the main journals, not including the sub-journals."

"come on."

"Why are you not interested in Professor Lei's affairs?" Chen Yong asked curiously.

"If he can't settle it, he will probably be sentenced." Luo Hao said calmly.

"Huh? Bigamy?!" Chen Yong was surprised. "Has Lao Lei lost his mind? With such a low level of education, he is still doing scientific research? He doesn't even have this legal awareness. Is he getting old and confused?"

Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong deeply.

"What are you looking at me for? I, Chen Yong, have no ex on the Internet!"

After saying that, Chen Yong added, "Even if you have it, you won't admit it."

"Don't make trouble. I'm going to think about the operation. After get off work, I'll go to the restaurant across the street to see Boss Lou."

"Together."

Chen Yong was particularly interested in this matter.

"Is Lao Liu's cooking at home not tasty? Are you going to pack it up after get off work and bring it home to eat?"

"Of course, if I work with you, I have to get some benefits, right? Are you always serving the people? Serving is fine, but you have to be nicer to big animals like cattle and horses. If they keep starving, the big animals will starve to death."

Luo Hao thought about it and it seemed so, so he told Chen Yong to keep it a secret.

"What did Lao Lei do wrong?" Chen Yong asked as he looked at the crowd holding banners and walking around the hospital.

"Isn't it just a matter of filling in the parents' names on the birth certificate, vaccination certificate, etc."

"Is he out of his mind? Can this be filled? Doesn't the country allow single mothers now? Besides, he didn't say anything. He put the child there and asked for an injection. Who would dare to say no?"

"I guess he was thinking of secretly giving the child a name."

Luo Hao had no idea what Professor Lei was thinking, but this matter was definitely not as simple as he imagined.

Or maybe Professor Lei was so obsessed with love that he had to give that person a status on some level, and since he didn't understand the law, it was possible that he did such an incredible thing.

"General Manager of Donglian Mine, Shao Hua from the Radiology Department, do you remember?"

"I remember. It seemed quite fancy." Luo Hao sat on the chair and snapped his fingers. Erhei happily turned on the phone and ran towards Luo Hao.

"Don't talk about Huahua, Huahua is fine."

"..."

"Shao Hua hooked up with a young nurse who had just come to our hospital. Less than half a year later, he hooked up with another one. The mistress started catching the adulterer. Later, Shao Hua's wife came out and said, 'How can you, the mistress, catch the fourth mistress? I haven't said anything yet.'"

Luo Hao didn't know about this.

"Shao Hua's wife thinks so clearly?" Luo Hao was a little surprised.

"Well, who knows. Director Geng of the Anesthesiology Department, his wife has four or five lovers outside, and Director Geng pinched his nose and pretended not to know. So now I feel weird when I see Director Geng, even though he has retired."

Everything in the world is similar, Luo Hao doesn't care about it, only Chen Yong likes these gossips.

No, Zhuang Yan also liked it. She was so excited that she wanted to go down and follow the crowd to tour the entire First Hospital of Medical University.

If she hadn't felt that she was Zhuang Yongqiang's daughter and it would be inappropriate to be at the scene of a car accident like that, she would have left long ago.

Luo Hao was not interested in this, nor did he care whether Professor Lei could handle this matter. This was just an episode.

After get off work, Luo Hao changed his clothes and went to the community opposite the hospital with Chen Yong.

This is an old neighborhood with houses at least 40 years old. Because it is close to the First Hospital of Medical University, the housing prices have skyrocketed, and it is impossible to demolish it.

Zhang Qiuheng stood at the door of the unit, waiting eagerly.

"Huh? A round face and a beard." Chen Yong said in a low voice.

"Is there anything special about it?" Luo Hao was puzzled.

A party of thousands of people?!
Luo Hao was speechless. The scene was so beautiful that it was hard to look directly at it.

“Why are round faces and beards so popular now?”

"How would I know?" Chen Yong said, "I don't understand their aesthetic taste at all."

Luo Hao walked over with a smile. His impression of Zhang Qiuheng was that he was burly. At first glance, he felt that Zhang Qiuheng had fought with Boss Lou in the underworld. Those glorious years were all engraved on Zhang Qiuheng's face.

I didn't expect that after Chen Yong described it like this, it changed its meaning.

"Here, a video in the group. This is a party in Chengdu."

Luo Hao regretted it as soon as he took a glance.

In the video, several shirtless, round-faced, bearded men are dancing on the stage.

The dance moves were somewhat coquettish. When men are coquettish, it seems that women have nothing to do with them. Luo Hao found it offensive and looked away.

Emmmm, he looks a bit like Zhang Qiuheng.

"Professor Luo!" Zhang Qiuheng roared in a muffled voice.

Luo Hao even felt that the whole building was shaking with his roar.

"Hello." Luo Hao walked over with a smile and shook hands with Zhang Qiuheng.

"Professor Luo, did I do something wrong today?" Zhang Qiuheng was a little nervous.

"Come into the house and talk."

Zhang Qiuheng let Luo Hao in. There was a woman in the room, cleaning. When she saw Luo Hao and Chen Yong coming in, she packed up her things and turned around to pour water.

"This is my wife," Zhang Qiuheng introduced.

"Lao Zhang, the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall at noon yesterday was really good."

Speaking of this, a strange light appeared on Zhang Qiuheng's face.

"It's just a simple thing, it's nothing. I've been worried all night, afraid of causing you trouble. The management is stricter now than before." Zhang Qiuheng said politely with a smile.

Although he was being polite, his pride was evident.

"But in the hospital, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is too luxurious. We are different from Boss Lou. Boss Lou can eat whatever he wants, but we can't."

"Oh, I see. It's just boxed lunch every day, right?" Zhang Qiuheng thought for a few seconds, "It should be low-key and meaningful. The specific contents are all in the boxed lunch."

"For example, abalone potatoes, I only get you potatoes."

"..."

Luo Hao was silent and thought for a while. "That's right. The purpose of me telling Boss Lou about this is to make food safer. Nowadays, technology and hard work are everywhere. When we cook for ourselves, the ingredients are also special, so we can eat with peace of mind."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Qiuheng nodded.

Looking at his expression, Luo Hao couldn't tell whether Zhang Qiuheng really knew the knowledge or was pretending to know it, and whether he understood what he meant.

"The abalone and sea cucumbers were all freshly caught and flown directly to the provincial capital. There must be no problem. The potatoes are grown in Siberia. There is only one piece of land suitable for growing potatoes, and the ones grown here..."

Zhang Qiuheng started talking about the ingredients, and Luo Hao sighed deeply in his heart.

This guy seems to have insufficient brains, and he clearly said to himself - I will do the work, so you will be upset, there is nothing I can do well. To put it bluntly, leave this matter to me, even if you say it in vain.

Seeing that Zhang Qiuheng didn't look very smart, Luo Hao thought carefully about how to communicate with him.

"Lao Zhang, that's not what I meant. Home cooked food is fine. Abalone and potatoes are not very meaningful. It's fine as long as it's ordinary, safe and delicious."

"How can that be possible!" Zhang Qiuheng's round face suddenly swelled up, and his beard stood up.

"..."

"Not to mention Boss, Ma Zhuang and his gang admire you so much, how can you just eat home-cooked meals?"

Well, this guy really doesn't know what he is talking about.

Luo Hao was a little troubled.

"Keep a low profile. I have other things to do next year and I can't let anyone catch me." Luo Hao immediately replied seriously.

Zhang Qiuheng's eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura burst out of him. It looked like he was going to kill anyone who caused trouble for Luo Hao.

Luo Hao raised his hand and patted Zhang Qiuheng's shoulder, then looked at his lover.

"Whatever Professor Luo says is true. Why are you being so stubborn?" Zhang Qiuheng's lover came over with a broom and hit him with it.

"Ah?" Zhang Qiuheng was stunned.

Okay, as long as there is someone who understands, Luo Hao smiled.

"Sister-in-law, as long as you understand, just make ordinary home-cooked meals for us. Thank you for your hard work."

“罗教授您放心，我家老张年轻的时候脑袋被砸过，转不过劲。没事，我说他，说不听就揍。”张秋恒的爱人比划了一下。

"Oh?"

“This way.”

As he spoke, Zhang Qiuheng's lover grabbed Zhang Qiuheng's hair roughly, and pulled his head in front of Luo Hao as if he was used to domestic violence.

There are indeed signs of old injuries on the left side of the skull.

"This place was smashed. I lay in the hospital for a week without waking up. The doctor said every day that I would die tomorrow."

"At that time, I thought Lao Zhang was gone and was ready to give up. But the eldest brother said that Lao Zhang was his brother and he would not let him die no matter how much money he spent, even if he became a vegetable in the future."

Zhang Qiuheng's lover spoke a little incoherently, but Luo Hao could barely understand him.

"Then suddenly one day he opened his eyes and could speak. He could cook now, even though he couldn't before. His food smelled delicious."

Luo Hao was startled, and Chen Yong beside him moved his fingers slightly. After waiting for a few seconds, Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong, who shook his head slightly, indicating that everything was fine.

"That's really lucky. To use the words of ordinary people, it's called genius disease."

"I think he just got wiser after being hit." Zhang Qiuheng's wife scolded, "But it's okay. Even though he was injured, he can still cook. The two of us will cook for the boss, and we can live in peace in this life."

So that's what happened. Luo Hao then realized that Zhang Qiuheng was not a professional chef and it was all coincidence.

"Professor Luo, my husband Zhang can also cook medicinal food!" Zhang Qiuheng's wife introduced.

The couple have similar tempers and both like to show off.

"Medicinal food? Where did you get the Chinese medicine?" Luo Hao asked Zhang Qiuheng's lover.

"I know how to do it, but I haven't tried it. He said that the current Chinese medicine is not reliable." "Well, that's true." Luo Hao nodded, "Lao Zhang, what medicinal materials are you looking for? I'll see if I can find them."

"I can't find it. If there really is one, I would like to try to make a soul-resurrection soup with the human soul."

Chen Yong was startled. Human soul? Why does it sound like a crooked way?

"Human souls, that's really hard to find." Luo Hao smiled, "In ancient times, the ground was all mud, and people who hanged themselves could still leave some human souls behind. But now, first of all, there are fewer people hanging themselves, and secondly, the floors of houses are all cement, so where can we find human souls?"

"What is a human soul?" Chen Yong asked Luo Hao.

"Something dug out from the dirt beneath the hanged person. This thing is black, like charcoal, has a fishy smell, and moves. If it is not dug out in time, it will go deep into the ground."

"Fuck, are you kidding me? It can move?! Luo Hao, you never believe in these weird things. Listen to what you say, is it human language?" Chen Yong didn't believe it.

"I don't believe it either, but that's what it says in the Compendium of Materia Medica." Luo Hao shrugged and spread his hands. "Li Shizhen explained that people are formed by the combination of yin and yang energy. When the soul and spirit gather together, they live, and when they disperse, they die. After death, the soul ascends to heaven, and the spirit descends to the earth.

The soul is yin, and its essence sinks into the earth and turns into this thing. This is similar to the principle that a falling star turns into stone, or a tiger's dead eyes fall to the ground and turn into white stone. "

"Tsk." Chen Yong said disdainfully.

"It makes some sense, but it's hard to find. For example, Angong Niuhuang Wan. I saw a patient's family member hand in a pill in the ICU of Union Hospital, asking us to dissolve it in water and inject it into the stomach tube."

"Then the condition got better. I was so confident that I asked about it. They said it was an old medicine from 50 years ago. Now rhinoceros horns are no longer available, so there is no authentic Angong Niuhuang Pills either."

"Angong Niuhuang Pills are useful, but this thing called human spirit sounds a bit evil."

"The ingredients of the medicine still need to be studied. I heard an old man at Guang'anmen say that the ingredients for the soul-soothing pill require the hair and nails of an old man who died of natural causes, as well as three years of grass on his grave."

"..."

"..."

Not only Chen Yong, but even Zhang Qiuheng and Zhang Qiuheng's lover were stunned.

"Forget about the medicinal food. I feel uneasy when I eat it if I put human souls in it. Keep it simple, keep it simpler." Luo Hao advised.

Chen Yong grinned. If he ate human souls every day, many people would be hanged.

"Oh, okay." Zhang Qiuheng felt a little disappointed.

It seems that this person is straightforward and just wants to show off his skills.

"What are you doing tonight?" Luo Hao changed the subject.

"Since you didn't call, we're not in a hurry to eat. I made some tofu. If you call, my husband will make tofu soup. If you don't call, we'll just eat some preserved egg and tofu."

Zhang Qiuheng’s lover introduced.

"Professor Luo, let me show you my knife skills!" Zhang Qiuheng said anxiously.

After meeting him, Luo Hao got to know a little about Zhang Qiuheng's temperament and character. This guy has a serious brain problem, but all geniuses are like this, so it's nothing strange.

"Knife skills, okay." Luo Hao did not refuse, but said with a smile, "But for those sent to the hospital, you don't need such good knife skills."

"How can that be possible!" Zhang Qiuheng stiffened his neck and said, "It's made to be seen by others."

Having said that, Zhang Qiuheng stood up, put on an apron and went to wash his hands.

He looked a little dazed and silly when he didn't wear an apron, but the moment he put it on, he was profound and majestic, and his master-like demeanor was fully revealed.

Zhang Qiuheng seemed to be born to cook. Even his fierce look changed after he put on an apron.

Luo Hao found it interesting and stood aside watching Zhang Qiuheng play with the knife.

The knife in his hand seemed to have a soul and come alive, and his knife skills were truly amazing.

Chen Yong watched in amazement.

Hearing the praise, Zhang Qiuheng's knife skills became brighter and brighter, and his speed became faster and faster.

A minute later, a sculpture of the inpatient department of the First Hospital of Medical University appeared before our eyes.

"Awesome!" Chen Yong praised intentionally.

Luo Hao stepped forward and flicked the tofu with his fingers. The tofu trembled slightly, and every detail of the inpatient department of the First Hospital of the Medical University was revealed. Luo Hao could even see a figure in the window.

This craft is really amazing.

"Professor Luo, I think it's a good hit." Zhang Qiuheng stood solemnly with a knife in his hand, but he couldn't hide the pride on his face.

It is obvious that Zhang Qiuheng has unlimited confidence in his craftsmanship, but he rarely interacts with people in normal times, and he cares a lot about praise.

"Professor Luo said that we should keep a low profile, keep a low profile!" Zhang Qiuheng's lover grabbed his ear and yelled.

"I'm just eating tofu, why shouldn't I be low-key?" Zhang Qiuheng said stubbornly.

Luo Hao felt his scalp tingling. Zhang Qiuheng really wanted to finish the task that Boss Lou had assigned to him. Besides, his brain wasn't working well after the trauma, so he couldn't listen to anything he said.

Listening to Zhang Qiuheng and his wife arguing, Luo Hao sighed, "Sister-in-law, do you have sewing thread?"

"Ah?" Zhang Qiuheng's lover paused and turned to look at Luo Hao.

"I happen to know a little bit, let me show it to Lao Zhang."

"Hey, hey, hey, what can you do?" Chen Yong was curious.

"When we were in school, we learned to tie knots using tofu. Haven't you practiced it?" Luo Hao asked. "All undergraduates at my Union Medical College have practiced it."

As soon as Chen Yong heard the word "school", he wanted to cover his ears.

That bastard Luo Hao is starting to talk about how great his Union Medical College is again.

Soon, Zhang Qiuheng's lover found some white sewing thread and gave it to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao took a piece of tofu and placed it on the chopping board, then pulled out a 40cm piece of sewing thread in his hand.

After thinking about it, Luo Hao soaked the sewing thread under the faucet, applied slight force with both hands, and felt the tension of the sewing thread.

A drop of water bounces up, crystal clear.

Returning to the chopping board, Luo Hao pulled the sewing thread with both hands and drew it across the tofu.

Only Chen Yong saw that Luo Hao's hand shape changed slightly when the sewing thread was sliding across the tofu. The change was not very drastic and could not even be seen without careful observation.

Even if you look closely, it is difficult to tell.

A few seconds later, the sewing thread in Luo Hao's hand had passed through the tofu, but the whole piece of tender tofu was still in place, as if nothing had changed.

"Professor Luo, what is this?" Zhang Qiuheng's lover asked.

Zhang Qiuheng leaned over and looked at the piece of tender tofu carefully.

After a few seconds, he reached out in disbelief and flicked the top of the tofu.

bloom.

The tender tofu is like a blooming flower, split into two from the middle and slowly falls down. As the tender tofu separates to both sides, petals appear.

Can so many details be created just by stretching sewing thread through soft tofu? Chen Yong was a little surprised.

Zhang Qiuheng said nothing, staring at the scene in a daze.

"Professor Luo, how did you do it?" Zhang Qiuheng's lover asked in confusion.

"We doctors all know how to do this," Luo Hao said with a smile. "It's just a simple trick. It's just a meal. There's no need to make it so fancy. For example, this move, we don't use it on the operating table. We just use it to show it off when we're joking around."

"..."

Zhang Qiuheng was silent. His wife grabbed his ear and pointed at the flower made of tender tofu. "See? Show off. You only know how to show off when you know how to break things!"

"Everyone who is a doctor knows how to do this. Professor Luo asked you to make some simple home cooking, but you just didn't listen!"

"Sister-in-law, I can't do it." Chen Yong suddenly laughed, "Lao Zhang's level is very high, but Luo Hao is a little abnormal. He must have been taught this when he was in school, and he has practiced for a long time."

"How can your ordinary undergraduate program compare with my Union Medical College?" Luo Hao said calmly.

Chen Yong glared at Luo Hao fiercely.

Luo Hao is usually fine, but when it comes to Union Medical College, he refuses to admit defeat and says everything belongs to his Union Medical College.

"Is this the blooming of the flower of wealth and honor? I saw an old man make one, but the flower was not as beautiful as the one Professor Luo's." Zhang Qiuheng seemed not to hear what others were saying, his eyes fixed on the tofu pudding.

Rich flowers blooming?

Luo Hao smiled, it seemed like the online name of a man in his 50s or 60s.

"It doesn't matter what you call me, I'm just showing off." Luo Hao said, "Lao Zhang, I'm serious, just some homely food, don't make it complicated. I have something big to plan next year, and if I really fall into someone's eyes, it will be a bit of trouble."

"I know, I know." Zhang Qiuheng seemed not to have heard what Luo Hao said at all. He squatted down, his eyes level with the tender tofu, and carefully pondered how Luo Hao's action just now was to draw a blooming flower with just one line.

"Sister-in-law, thank you for your help. It must be simple. Just make sure the raw materials are safe." Luo Hao politely explained to Zhang Qiuheng's lover.

"Don't worry!" Zhang Qiuheng's wife patted her chest and assured, "I'll watch over him. Professor Luo, how many meals would you like tonight?"

"Three bags for six people." Luo Hao said, "One to send to the hospital, one to take away by Chen Yong, and one to take away by me."

"Okay!" Zhang Qiuheng's lover pulled Zhang Qiuheng's ear, "Let's cook! The tofu will go bad if you look at it any further."

"Oh oh oh."

The food is stir-fried with a clatter of clatter, and soon the aroma fills the air.

"Luo Hao, did you practice this when you were in school? Isn't it just tying knots when using sutures? How come you have so many?"

"Some warts on the surface of the skin need to be tied off with thread. Of course you have to learn it."

"!!!"

"Chen Yong, what do you say about human souls?" Luo Hao changed the subject.

Speaking of this, Chen Yong was no longer sleepy and he started chatting about everything under the sun.

He quoted from classics and even had intersections with many mythological contents.

Soon, Zhang Qiuheng and his wife prepared four dishes and a soup.

One serving of twice-cooked pork, one serving of three fresh vegetables, one serving of shredded potatoes with hot peppers, and one serving of mapo tofu.

The rice is standard Northeastern rice, full of fragrance, and each grain is crystal clear, as if carved from jade.

Zhang Qiuheng's lover packed the food into a lunch box, gave one portion to Luo Hao and Chen Yong, and then picked up another portion.

"I'll take him to the hospital, Lao Zhang, you wait for me at home."

Both of them seem to have some problems with their brains, but Luo Hao likes people like this.

Simple, worry-free, and apart from showing off a little occasionally, there is nothing fancy about it.

(End of this chapter)