Chapter 183 Nonsense
"No need, Qin Lang. Thank you for your trouble."
Lin Fan patted Qin Lang on the shoulder, "Let's cancel all those special planes and experts. Tuantuan doesn't need to go abroad."
"Huh?" Qin Lang was stunned, not understanding Lin Fan's meaning for a moment.
Lin Fan didn't explain further; he strode to the bedside.
Shen Man looked at Lin Fan, her eyes stinging, her voice trembling, "Lin Fan, what exactly did you go about?"
"Go get something that can wake Tuantuan up."
As Lin Fan spoke, he placed the silver thermos on the bedside table.
He took a deep breath. Despite the system's absolute assurance, his fingers still trembled slightly as he looked at his daughter's pale face.
Then, under the extremely complex gazes of Shen Man, Qin Lang, and Director Sun, Lin Fan slowly unscrewed the lid of the thermos.
"Buzz—"
Just the instant the lid was completely unscrewed!
An ethereal fragrance, indescribable in words, instantly filled the spacious VIP ward!
What kind of taste is this?!
Qin Lang's originally hoarse throat miraculously felt a cool and moist sensation after inhaling the slightly warm fragrance.
He stared wide-eyed in shock at the insulated container, swallowing hard.
"Holy crap... Brother Lin, what... what's that smell?"
"Brother Lin! What exactly is in that bucket?"
Qin Lang stared wide-eyed, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.
His throat, which had been dry and hoarse from making frantic phone calls in the corridor late at night, felt incredibly soothing and comfortable after inhaling the aroma emanating from the silver thermos.
It's like suddenly drinking a mouthful of the purest, coolest mountain spring water on an extremely hot summer night.
Just by taking a sniff, his dry and sore throat was miraculously relieved by more than half!
Shen Man, standing on the other side of the hospital bed, felt it even more intensely.
She has been in a state of extreme tension ever since she heard the news of Tuantuan's accident yesterday afternoon.
The sleepless night and the fear caused her migraine to flare up completely in the early hours of the morning. Her head felt like it was going to split open, throbbing with pain.
But just as the lid of the thermos was completely unscrewed...
That extremely delicate yet incredibly rich fragrance, like a gentle breeze carrying the scent of earth after rain, entered her nostrils.
It wasn't the scent of any perfume you could buy on the market, nor was it the rich aroma of meat from a restaurant; it was the purest essence of rice, mixed with the delicate fragrance of some orchid tea!
Shen Man felt a sudden clarity in her mind.
The migraine and nausea that had tormented her all night were instantly relieved by this soothing and calming aroma, as if her tense nerves had suddenly received the gentlest comfort.
"The aroma of this porridge... is so calming."
The strongest reaction came from Director Sun, a leading figure in pediatric medicine in Jiangcheng.
This nearly 60-year-old expert, who had witnessed countless life-and-death situations and various special drugs, stood frozen in place.
His bloodshot old eyes were fixed on the thermos in Lin Fan's hand.
As a doctor, he knew better than anyone that although aromatherapy existed, he had never seen anything like it that could make the aroma of food so soothing and calming people's anxiety in an instant!
Lin Fan ignored the shocked expressions of the three people around him.
At this moment, all he could see was his daughter lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper.
Lin Fan poured the contents of the thermos into a clean white porcelain bowl.
As the liquid was poured out, everyone finally saw the true nature of the porridge.
It was a bowl of rice porridge that had been cooked to an extremely thick consistency. But it was definitely not an ordinary porridge.
The rice grains in this porridge have been completely cooked and dissolved, resulting in an extremely delicate, gelatinous texture, with a thick layer of translucent, amber-like "rice oil" floating on the surface.
And in that rice oil, you could vaguely see a few wisps of tea leaves that had been boiled until soft and mushy.
That was a medicinal porridge made by Lin Fan using the farm's [Orchid in the Valley] tea, [Xiangshui tribute rice], and natural spring water, simmered over a low flame in a purple-gold Bagua pot until it reached its ultimate state – Qingxin Rice Oil Porridge!
Lin Fan picked up a small porcelain spoon and scooped up a small half spoonful of warm rice oil.
He didn't rush to feed Tuantuan. Instead, he placed the food to his lips, carefully blew on it, and tested the temperature. After confirming that it was just warm and not too hot, he slowly turned around to face the hospital bed.
"Mr. Lin! Wait a minute!"
Just as Lin Fan was about to put the spoon into Tuan Tuan's mouth, Director Sun suddenly snapped out of his shock. He instinctively shouted and even tried to stop Lin Fan's actions.
"Director Sun, what's wrong?" Shen Man was startled and quickly turned around to ask.
Director Sun was so anxious that his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He pointed to Tuantuan, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and said in a hurried and stern tone:
"Mr. Lin! I understand your desperation to save your daughter, and the aroma of this porridge is indeed miraculous!"
"But! You absolutely cannot feed her directly now!"
At this moment, Director Sun's medical instincts took over, and he explained loudly:
"The child is currently in a deep state of self-protective dormancy; she is not responding to any external stimuli, and most importantly—she has absolutely no voluntary swallowing reflex!"
"If you force-feed her this liquid food at this time, she won't be able to swallow it! This rice cereal will flow directly into her trachea, causing severe aspiration pneumonia, and could even lead to mechanical asphyxiation and death within minutes!"
"This is absolutely contraindicated in clinical emergency care! Stop immediately. If nutrition is absolutely necessary, a feeding tube must be inserted!"
Upon hearing the words "death by suffocation," Shen Man and Qin Lang's faces turned deathly pale.
"Brother Lin! Director Sun is right, Tuantuan is unconscious right now, she can't swallow! Let's listen to the doctor and put in a feeding tube!"
Qin Lang hurriedly tried to dissuade Lin Fan from the side, fearing that Lin Fan might do something reckless.
Shen Man also gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart pounding in her throat.
"Bang!"
The heavy double wooden door of the VIP ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Stop! Who gave you permission to feed people randomly in the intensive care unit?!"
A stern shout, carrying an extremely strong sense of authority, rang out at the doorway.
Everyone turned to look.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a white shirt, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and with his hair neatly combed, strode in with a somber expression, surrounded by a large group of chief physicians and head nurses in white coats.
This old man was none other than Li Zhenhua, the president of the First People's Hospital of Jiangcheng City.