An Xia scooped a spoonful of Chinese medicine with a spoon and put it into Lu Baichuan's mouth. After a while, the Chinese medicine slowly flowed out along the corner of his mouth. Lu Baichuan was still in a coma and would not take the initiative to drink medicine.

What should I do? She frowned and tried again, but it was still the same.

The attending doctor gloated from behind and said that this thing was not good. A dark bowl of thick water emitted a strange smell, just like a poison made by a witch. He vomited when he saw it, not to mention that this thing was given to others, so the patient would be tortured to death by him sooner or later.

An Xia didn't know that the attending doctor standing in the ward had such rich psychological activities. She frowned. There were two ways to not drink it. One was inserted into the nasal feeding tube and the other was the esophagus. But both of these things were uncomfortable and had some irritation to the nasal oral cavity.

After thinking about it, she took a big mouthful of Chinese medicine, leaned down, pinched Lu Baichuan's nose, and then fed him the medicine with her mouth.

This action made the security guard around An Xia's side turn red, and immediately diverted his gaze, causing the attending doctor behind him to widen his eyes. He didn't expect An Xia to make such a bold move, but he was fed the medicine.

After feeding the medicine, An Xia took out Babao Pills from her bag. Although her Chinese medicine added something to replenish qi and blood, Lu Baichuan's pulse was a little weak, probably because he had not eaten anything. He has not woken up now. Considering that he is weak, he can only use Babao Pills to replenish his foundation.

She put a pill in her mouth and chewed it, then put it into Lu Baichuan's mouth, then took a sip of water, and put the pills in Lu Baichuan's mouth and the residue of Chinese medicine with clear water.

The attending doctor was shocked by this operation. What was the black pill just now? Why did it feel so similar to the terrible poison in witchcraft, or something to use for some witchcraft?

"What did you eat for him?"

The security staff translated the attending doctor's words to An Xia.

An Xia said calmly: "Traditional medicine to replenish qi and blood, reduce swelling and stasis."

The attending doctor shook his head repeatedly and shouted at God, saying that he could not believe it.

An Xiake didn't care what the attending doctor thought, after feeding the medicine, he asked the doctor to give Lu Baichuan a nutritional injection. He was weak without eating, which was not conducive to the effect of the medicine.

Of course there is a nutritional needle hospital, but this is a very precious needle in Moscow, so the attending doctor did not consider using such precious medicines for Lu Baichuan. He considered feeding some food to the nasal feeding tube.

The attending doctor thought this way, so naturally that's what he said. When he heard that he was feeding liquid food with nasal feeding tubes, An Xia frowned. Anyway, Lu Baichuan had swallowed the medicine he had just fed, so he might as well stew some medicinal porridge to replenish Lu Baichuan, which was better than that nutritional needle.

She is an actionist, and she will start to act as soon as she starts her idea. She leaves security personnel to accompany Lu Baichuan and runs to the kitchen by herself. The kitchen has complete kitchen utensils and the ingredients are in the space. She can prepare it by herself.

Seeing that the little girl who had just cooked the strange medicine soup came again, the faces of the kitchen turned green. They opened the windows and the smell couldn't dissipate for a long time, and it finally faded a little.

"Oh my goodness, what are she going to do?"

The chef shouted softly, An Xia had already come to him, smiling and gestured that he wanted to borrow a pot, and just cook with one pot, the chef understood.

When cooking, as long as you don’t cook the strange Chinese medicine, the chef nodded and found a ceramic enamel pot for An Xia. An Xia was very happy. This kind of pot is the best to cook porridge because it can lock in the temperature and the things cooked are particularly mushy.

Thinking of this, she took out a small bag of japonica rice and blood glutinous rice from her backpack. Because sea cucumbers and other supplements needed to be soaked in advance, An Xia changed to a medicinal recipe and used red dates, wolfberry, longan and lily.

The few people in the kitchen looked at An Xia, all of whom were confused. The little girl's shoulder bag looked small and could actually take out so many things. Dongfang was indeed magical, and the Oriental people were also magical.

An Xiatao washed all the ingredients and started to stew the porridge slowly over low heat. She only added some astragalus and ginseng slices, most of which were ingredients. This pot of porridge was stewed for an hour, and finally it became sticky and could not see the rice porridge.

An Xia borrowed seasonings from the chef, sprinkled a little salt, added a little sesame oil, and then a smell of food mixed with sweet fragrance and rice slowly spread throughout the kitchen.

The chef twitched his nose, and the smell had a strange fragrance. He stepped forward to ask An Xia, one could not speak English and the other could not speak Russian. After gesturing for a long time, An Xia suddenly nodded, took a clean bowl, and served a bowl of porridge. This one was used to replenish qi and blood, and there was no problem for ordinary people to eat it.

Then the chef took a bowl of porridge and watched the Chinese girl leave, and he was in a mess in the wind.

He was either greedy or wanted to ask what was put in it, but the little girl gave her a bowl of porridge that could not tell the ingredients?

The chef picked up the spoon, dug a spoon, and put the medicinal porridge into his mouth in the worried eyes of everyone, frowned, suddenly widened his eyes, and the big guy took a breath.

The chef immediately stepped forward and asked him if he felt uncomfortable and shouldn't eat oriental food. The oriental food is full of witchcraft. Do you want to go to the hospital immediately?

The chef waved his hand, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, then dug a spoonful and put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully. It was a compound taste with a clear sense of layering, and finally there was a mixed aroma, which should be an oriental spice?

No matter what it is, this bowl of porridge was so delicious. The chef finished a bowl of porridge in just a few seconds, which made the people around him widen their eyes.

An Xia didn't know about this scene in the kitchen. After carrying the pot back, she took out two bowls from the space and served a bowl of porridge for the security staff. She was tired all night and woke the staff up to drink porridge. An Xia served another bowl, but she fed Lu Baichuan half a bowl of it by mouth-to-mouth.

The security guard blushed and finally ran to the corridor with the porridge. After eating, he waited for a long time and heard that there was no movement inside before coming in. Seeing An Xia eat porridge himself, the staff smiled and said, "The porridge you made is so delicious."

"Eat another bowl. This is medicinal porridge, which is good for the body."

The security guard was really hungry and did not refuse. He ate another bowl. Now both of them were tired and fell asleep.

An Xia fell asleep, and it was getting darker. Deng Yifan and Huang Qiang, who were hiding in the female boss's house, began to worry about whether Lu Baichuan would successfully escape Victor's minions after a night of rest.

"Don't worry, I'll go to Red Square today to find the person in the photo."
Chapter completed!