Chapter 222 Totem - Sausage (4/5)

Chapter 222 Totem - Sausage (45)

"Roast sausages?" Even an honest and honest person like Zheng Ren had an unbelievable feeling after hearing Song Ying's words.

A restaurant owner can eat sausages?

This guy isn't telling a joke.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold,

The scene suddenly became cold,

Everyone's expressions suddenly turned cold.

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

"When I was young, my family was poor, and I was considered a child who came out of Dashangouzi. Later, I worked hard, but every time I was not lucky, I always missed a breath at a critical time."

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

"Later, one year, the World Horticultural Expo was held. I accumulated a few contacts in the early years. Although it cannot be realized, it is still possible to have a booth at the Expo.

So, I opened a small sausage stall in the scenic spot of the Expo, selling sausages and drinks.

Standing for 12 hours a day, I don't feel hard, I can endure any kind of hardship for a bite of food. At that time, the most eaten is the grilled sausage. I still remember that year, when the Expo was held on the Mid-Autumn Festival, after the museum closed, I squatted outside the fireworks field with a dozen roasted sausages that were already cold and could not be sold, while eating sausages , while watching fireworks, music fountain. "

Song Ying's voice was very light, and he didn't have both the right and the left when he came to toast.

He was thinking about the past and remembering the suffering before.

"The moon that night was very round and bright, and I still remember it to this day." Song Ying seemed to see the moon that night, and his eyes were gleaming, "It's strange to say, what have I done since that night? Everything started to go smoothly. Several directors, as you know, business is all about momentum. I’m a little scared to endure hardships, so now I go to the snack street by myself every night to find sausages to eat.”

This kind of statement is a bit strange, but everyone here is a doctor, and they have seen all kinds of human beings, so they can understand Song Ying's feelings.

"Sometimes, when I'm in a good mood, I eat a few more.

Sometimes, when I'm in a bad mood, I eat a few more.

Sometimes, when faced with a major choice, I also eat a few more. "

Zheng Ren was open-minded, it should be the case.

"For a while, it was disgusting to eat. But every time I think about the hardships in the early years, no matter how unpalatable the sausages are, they become sweet and delicious. Everyone, don't laugh at me, a catering businessman, don't eat My own food, go out to eat sausages." Song Ying shook his head and said.

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

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

"Then what?" Zheng Ren asked while thinking.

"Traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, cupping, and moxibustion, I also asked a Feng Shui master to help break it. In the end, it didn't work, but the disease was not serious. There are a lot of things in the store recently, so I have been holding on, and I am going to trouble Director Chu for a while. ."

"You're lucky, you just happened to meet Boss Zheng today." Director Chu smiled.

"That's it, that's it." After Song Ying finished speaking, he returned to his former elegance, calmness, and a genial smile, "Please give Boss Zheng a look and see what disease I have."

Song Ying was a little strange when he saw that Zheng Ren was young. But the two chief directors highly respect Zheng Ren. Although he is a little confused, he is not stupid enough to question him face to face.

When people carry people in sedan chairs, they should always be kind in front of people.

Peace of mind can make money.

"That's right, I think your illness is caused by eating too much sausage." Zheng Ren said: "Phosphorus is one of the main components of preservatives and additives in food products, usually in the form of phosphate, such as phosphoric acid. Calcium hydrogen phosphate, disodium hydrogen phosphate, sodium dihydrogen phosphate, sodium tripolyphosphate, etc.

These phosphates exist in the form of inorganic phosphorus, which are not bound to proteins and are easily absorbed by the intestinal epithelium. Over the years, according to what you said, you should eat a few more if you are in a good mood, and a few if you are in a bad mood. Over the years, you have accumulated a lot of phosphate, so when you get sick like a mountain, it evolves into hyperphosphatemia. . "

"Are you sure?" Song Ying asked subconsciously, but then he realized that his question was too abrupt. He immediately accompanied him with a smile and said, "I'm not questioning your judgment, what should I do next?"

"Go to the general surgery department to remove the parathyroid glands. After about three weeks, the mass on your wrist will disappear, and your walking will gradually improve." Zheng Ren smiled: "But in the future, you can't eat sausages often. It's not that you can't eat it, it's that you can't eat it often."

The sausage that has become Song Ying's totem... If he is not allowed to eat it, Zheng Ren is afraid that he will have a psychological shadow, which will lead to problems in business in the future.

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

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then smirked.

What is the function of the parathyroid glands, he does not know. But he still knows where the parathyroid glands are. This is the most basic common sense.

Cutting the parathyroid glands can make the mass on the wrist go away? This...that sounds incredible.

Although he questioned Zheng Ren's statement, he did not say it. In just a split second, 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 made medical sense. But after all, it is a rare disease, and it cannot be done exactly as Zheng Ren said.

"Xiao Song, let me make arrangements for you tomorrow." Director Chu said.

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

Director Chu glanced at the time and said with a smile: "It's very late, tomorrow you WeChat remind me..."

Just as he was talking, Director Kong's phone rang.

"Hey, it's me."

"what?"

"Nonsense! What is the eye department doing?"

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

After speaking, Director Kong hung up the phone.

Zheng Ren was curious, what happened to the ophthalmology department?

"I'll say goodbye first, the hospital has an emergency room." Director Kong stood up and said.

Being a doctor, it is not easy to have a good meal. But this is only limited to small doctors, such as Director Kong, a big director with a status in the rivers and lakes, why can't the second-line hospitalization under the emergency department always be solved?

"Oh? What's the problem, I want you to go back and solve it yourself?" Director Chu asked.

"Lin Jiaojiao suddenly lost her sight. The ophthalmology department is suffering from ischemia of the blood vessels in the fundus and cannot operate. She wants to see me." Director Kong said.