Chapter 190 Jade Bone Ice Heart Lotus Root Powder
A unique aroma, a blend of the intensely cold fragrance of Tian Shan snow lotus, the exquisite sweetness of wildflower honey, and the ethereal, watery scent of jade-boned lotus root, instantly exploded in the kitchen!
The fragrance is completely non-aggressive, gentle and mild to the extreme. Even just one whiff feels like a warm, large hand gently caressing your esophagus and stomach, so comforting that it makes you want to sigh.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for creating a top-grade medicinal food: Jade Bone Icy Heart Lotus Root Powder!]
[Medicinal Cuisine Rating: Exquisite (Unique)]
【Characteristics: Pure of Bones and Jade of Heart. Gathers the gentlest essence of spiritual spring water and wood, and blends with the life-giving energy of snow lotus in its extreme cold. Extremely warm and moistening, its energy is formless. It can soothe the chronic ailments of the five internal organs and nourish the withered and decaying body. Encountering it is like withered trees meeting spring, and all things instinctively revive.】
"Extremely warm and moist, instinctively awakens..."
A glint of light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.
For an elderly person whose internal organs are almost depleted and who is about to lose the will to live, there is no need for any domineering medicine. All that is needed is this kind of pure vitality that can gently soothe all hidden wounds and directly awaken the body's most primal instinct to eat!
Lin Fan took out a brand-new top-of-the-line vacuum insulated container, carefully poured the amber-colored [Jade Bone Ice Heart Lotus Root Powder] into it, and tightened the lid.
Push open the door to the kitchen.
Li Zhenhua, who had been pacing anxiously outside like an ant on a hot pan, immediately came to greet him.
"Master Lin! Is it... is it done?!" Li Zhenhua's voice trembled violently as he smelled the faint, lingering fragrance in the air that sent shivers down his spine.
Lin Fan handed him the thermos, speaking calmly:
"This contains Jade Bone Ice Heart Lotus Root Powder. I've adjusted its temperature to the perfect 45 degrees Celsius for eating. It's extremely smooth and requires no chewing."
Li Zhenhua received the thermos with trembling hands, as if holding a rare treasure, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes:
"Thank you... thank you Master Lin! I will never forget your great kindness! How much is this medicinal meal? I'll transfer the money to you right away!"
"No."
Lin Fan walked to the pool, washed his hands, dried them, and said without turning his head:
"Since he's a veteran who shed blood on the battlefield to defend his country, this bowl of lotus root noodles is on me. Go on, don't waste any time."
Upon hearing this, Li Zhenhua was visibly shaken.
He gave Lin Fan a deep look, said no more nonsense, and suddenly brought his legs together, giving Lin Fan's back a very standard and solemn military salute.
Then, clutching the thermos, he turned and rushed out of the shop, opened the car door, and floored the accelerator. The Passat disappeared into the end of the street like an arrow.
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Jiangcheng Military Region General Hospital, Top-Tier Special Care Intensive Care Ward.
The corridors here are lined with armed guards, each with a stern face and a sentry post every few steps.
The atmosphere on the entire floor was so oppressive it was suffocating, as if the air itself had frozen.
Inside the deepest part of the No. 1 intensive care unit.
The world's most advanced life support equipment emitted a monotonous and cold "beep" sound.
On the hospital bed lay an elderly man who looked emaciated.
His cheeks were deeply sunken, his skin a despairing ashen gray, and his emaciated arms were covered with countless needle marks and horrifying bruises.
This once formidable general, who commanded respect on the battlefield and struck fear into the hearts of his enemies, is now being tormented by late-stage stomach cancer and severe anorexia, pushing him to the brink of death.
Beside the hospital bed stood several doctors wearing white coats and various expert titles hanging on their chests, each with their heads bowed and solemn expressions.
On the other side of the hospital bed stood a very tall young officer in camouflage.
He is the grandson of Commander Yan and the current captain of a certain elite special operations brigade, Yan Feng.
At this moment, this tough man, who never sheds tears but bleeds, had bloodshot eyes and red eyes, and was tightly holding his grandfather's cold, withered hand.
"Captain Yan..."
A top authority in military medicine sighed and said with great difficulty, "The old commander's blood vessels have become completely brittle, and even the finest indwelling needles cannot be inserted."
"Forcibly administering intravenous nutrition will only cause ruptured veins and systemic edema... Moreover, due to prolonged rejection and vomiting, his esophageal mucosa is severely ulcerated. It can be said that... his digestive system has completely stopped."
The military doctor hesitated for a moment, but still uttered the cruelest words:
"You have only a few hours left. You... should prepare for your funeral. Don't let the old commander suffer any longer."
Yan Feng's tall body swayed suddenly, as if all his strength had been drained.
He looked at his grandfather on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and his breathing so weak it was almost invisible, his eyes filled with tears, and he clenched his teeth in pain.
His grandfather had seen it all in his life, never uttering a sound even when a bullet pierced his chest. Yet now, in his old age, he was to be starved to death and die in agony on his sickbed! This kind of death was far too cruel for a proud soldier!
"Bang!"
Just then, the heavy door to the ward was suddenly kicked open with great force.
"Don't pull the plug! There's still hope! The old commander can still be saved!!"
Li Zhenhua rushed in, covered in sweat and panting, clutching the silver thermos tightly in his arms, shouting like a madman.
The guard in the room drew his sidearm instantly, but put it down after recognizing Li Zhenhua, the president of the First Municipal Hospital.
Yan Feng whirled around like an enraged lion, striding a few steps to Li Zhenhua, grabbing him by the collar, lifting him halfway up, and roaring with bloodshot eyes:
"Li Zhenhua! What's wrong with you?! All the top national athletes and experts in Beijing have issued critical condition notices, how are you going to be saved?!"
"Captain Yan! Let me go!"
Li Zhenhua struggled desperately to break free from Yan Feng's grasp, clutching the thermos in his arms tightly, breathing heavily:
"I've found something to prolong his life! This is a top-grade medicinal diet I just obtained from a reclusive master! As long as the old commander eats it, it will definitely stabilize his condition!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several military medical experts in the ward all changed.
"Nonsense!"
The previously renowned and authoritative doctor rebuked him sharply, "Dean Li, you've been a doctor for decades, how come you're getting worse as you get older?!"
"The old commander's esophagus and stomach are like two rotten holes; even drinking warm water will trigger violent vomiting and spasms! Are you trying to make him vomit and choke to death in his hospital bed by feeding him now?!"
"This is an absolute medical taboo! I strongly oppose this murderous act!"
Yan Feng's eyes instantly turned cold as he stared intently at the thermos in Li Zhenhua's hand: "Uncle Li, I'm letting this go for the sake of our family relationship. But I absolutely will not allow anyone to add to my grandfather's suffering at this final moment! Someone, remove him from here!"
Two guards immediately stepped forward to take Li Zhenhua away.
"Yan Feng! Are you out of your mind?!"
Li Zhenhua, his eyes bloodshot with rage, shoved the guard aside and roared desperately:
"Since we're going to die anyway, why not give it a try?! If this thing doesn't work and something happens to the old commander, I, Li Zhenhua, will immediately take off this white coat and jump off this roof to be buried with him!!"