"Grilled sausage?" Even honest and honest people like Zheng Ren felt unbelievable after hearing Song Ying's words.

Can a restaurant owner eat grilled sausages?

This guy is not telling a joke, right?

The atmosphere suddenly became cold,

The scene suddenly became cold,

Everyone's expressions suddenly became cold.

Song Ying smiled bitterly, put his hands on the table in front of him very seriously, and was silent for a few seconds, then smiled bitterly and said, "This is how it is."

"When I was a child, my family was poor, and I was a child who came out of a big mountain valley. Later, I worked hard, but I was always unlucky and always lost half of my breath at critical moments."

Zheng Ren looked at Song Ying and felt like he was the same fate.

"Later, one year, the World Horticultural Exposition was held. I accumulated a little contact in the early years. Although I couldn't monetize it, it was still OK to have a small stall in the World Horticultural Exposition.

So, I opened a small grilled sausage stall in the scenic area of ​​the World Horticultural Exposition, selling grilled sausages and drinks.

I stood for twelve hours a day, and I didn’t feel it was hard to stand up for a meal. The one I ate the most was grilled sausages. I still remember that year, when the World Horticultural Exhibition was held, it happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. After the restaurant closed, I carried more than a dozen grilled baked pieces that were already cold and couldn’t sell them. I squatted outside the fireworks venue while eating grilled sausages, watching fireworks and music fountains.”

Song Ying's voice was very quiet, not as good as he had when he came to toast before, and was versatile.

He was remembering the past and recalling the past suffering.

"The moon was very round and bright that night, and I still remember it." Song Ying seemed to see the moon that night, and his eyes reflected a crystal luster. "It's strange that since that night, everything I have started to go smoothly. Do you know that doing business is a matter of momentum. I am a little scared when I endure hardships, so now every night, I will walk to the snack street and find grilled sausages to eat."

This statement is a bit strange, but everyone here is a doctor. He has seen all kinds of things in the world and can understand Song Ying's mood.

“Sometimes, I feel good and I will eat a few more.

Sometimes, when I am in a bad mood, I will eat a few more.

Sometimes, when facing major choices, I will eat a few more.”

Zheng Ren was unhappy in his heart, that's what it was.

"For a while, I was disgusting. But whenever I think of the hardships I experienced in the early years, no matter how unpalatable the grilled sausages became sweet and delicious. Everyone, don't laugh at me, a restaurant businessman, who doesn't eat his own food, goes out to eat grilled sausages." Song Ying shook his head and said.

"Don't worry." Director Chu comforted him.

"But what does eating grilled sausage have to do with my illness?" Song Ying was puzzled. "A few months ago, I squatted on Guijie to eat grilled sausages. Although the smog was very heavy that day and I couldn't see the moon, the moon was always in my heart, and it didn't matter. That day, I seemed to be blown by the wind, caught a cold, and I walked and became what I am now."

"What then?" Zheng Ren asked while pondering.

"I also asked Feng Shui master to help break it. In the end, it didn't work, but the disease was not serious. There was still a lot of trouble in the store recently, so I kept holding on. I was going to prepare to trouble Director Chu after a while."

"You are lucky. You happened to meet Boss Zheng today." Director Chu said with a smile.

"That's, that's it." After Song Ying finished speaking, he returned to his former elegance, calmness and a gentle smile. "Please ask Boss Zheng to take a look and see what disease I am doing."

Song Ying saw that Zheng Ren was young, a little strange. But both of the chief directors highly praised Zheng Ren. Although he was a little confused, he was not so stupid that he questioned him in person.

People carry people in the flower sedan chair, but they always have to be harmonious in front of others.

Only by being harmonious can one make money.

"It's like this. I'm considering your disease because I'm eating too much grilled sausage." Zheng Ren said: "Phosphorus is one of the main ingredients of preservatives and additives in food products. It usually exists in the form of phosphates, such as calcium hydrogen phosphate, disodium hydrogen phosphate, sodium dihydrogen phosphate, sodium tripolyphosphate, etc.

These phosphates are in the form of inorganic phosphorus. They do not combine with proteins and are easily absorbed by the intestinal epithelium. Over the years, according to your statement, you should eat more when you are in a good mood, and if you are in a bad mood, you should eat more when you are in a bad mood. Over the years, a lot of phosphates have been accumulated, so the disease is like a mountain, which turns into hyperphosphateemia."

"Are you sure?" Song Ying asked subconsciously, but then he realized that his question was too abrupt. He immediately smiled and said, "It's not that I question your judgment, what should I do next?"

"Go to the general surgery department and remove the parathyroid gland. After about three weeks, the lumps on your wrist will disappear and you will gradually get better when walking." Zheng Ren laughed: "But in the future, you can't eat grilled sausages frequently. It's not that you can't eat them, but that you can't eat them often."

It has become the grilled sausage of Songying totem... If he is not allowed to eat it, Zheng Ren is afraid that he will have psychological shadows, which will lead to problems in his future business.

Since that's the case, eat less, it should be fine.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment and smirked.

He doesn't know what the function of the parathyroid gland has. But he still knows where the parathyroid gland is, which is the most basic common sense.

Cutting the parathyroid gland can make the masses on your wrist disappear? This...it sounds incredible.

Although he questioned Zheng Ren's statement, he did not say it. In just a moment, he made up his mind to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Although Director Chu also found it difficult to understand, Zheng Ren’s statement makes sense in medicine. But it is a rare disease after all, and it cannot be done completely according to Zheng Ren’s statement.

"Xiao Song, I will arrange it for you tomorrow." Director Chu said.

Of course, Song Ying would not refuse, so he stood up quickly, bowed slightly, and said politely: "Then I'll trouble you."

Director Chu glanced at the time and smiled and said, "It's already very late. You will remind me on WeChat tomorrow..."

As he was speaking, Director Kong's phone rang out.

"Hey, it's me."

"What?"

"Breaking a fool! What's going on in ophthalmology?"

"I'm eating outside. If there is no traffic jam, I can go back in an hour. Well, you can contact me first."

After saying that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

Zheng Ren was curious, what's wrong with ophthalmology?

"I'll say goodbye first, there is an emergency department in the hospital." Director Kong stood up and said.

Being a doctor, it is not easy to have a good meal. But this is limited to young doctors. For example, director Kong, who has a status in the martial arts world, what kind of second-tier hospitalization under the emergency department can never solve the problem?

"Oh? What disease do you want to go back and solve it yourself?" Director Chu asked.
Chapter completed!