Gourmet Food Supplier

Herbert picked up the receiver and held it up to his eyes to check. Seeing that it was not broken, he could only speak again,""I don't know what you just said, Gurner, but I think the signal of an overseas phone may not be very stable."

"It's like this. It's probably because the food is delicious that she can eat more." Ling Hong repeated.

Gurner, even if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to give me such an excuse for your special treatment." Herbert spread out his hands.

"No, no, no. Please don't misunderstand me, professor Herbert. I'm telling the truth. In fact, she can only eat that kind of food in one shop. She can't eat that much food anywhere else." Ling Hong said.

"Could it be that there's something special about that shop?" Herbert felt the sincerity in Ling Hong's tone and believed him for the time being. Then, he asked.

"There's something special about it. The chef in that restaurant is very good, better than most people in the world. " Ling Hong said.

"It looks like it's at the level of a Michelin three star." Herbert said in a mocking tone.

"He's much better than a three-star Michelin chef. After all, many three-star Michelin chefs have been defeated by him." Ling Hong said.

Other people might not know, but Ling Hong knew that Dean, Chu Xiao and Gabriel were all three star Michelin chefs.

"If there's a chef who's a 3-star Michelin chef, then it's understandable that you'd eat more. After all, it's hard to resist food that's too delicious." Herbert said with difficulty.

Ling Hong didn't explain that Yuan Zhou wasn't specifically cooking for ruan Xiaoqing. Instead, he continued to ask,""Then, can this situation sustain a longer life?"

"Or should I say, better? After all, the previous doctor said that it was only two months, but it has already been more than two months. Could it be that it is getting better?" Ling Hong asked nervously.

"Gurner, I think you know that the survival rate for pancreatic cancer in the past five years is less than 1%, and it's one of the malignant tumors with the worst prognosis. Moreover, even though the early diagnosis of pancreatic cancer is not high, the mortality rate for surgery is very high, and the recovery rate is very low. So, since it has been confirmed to be in the late stage, the situation you mentioned should not be possible." Herbert's voice was especially heavy and low when he was talking about the death rate of pancreatic cancer.

"But she can eat now, and she's in good spirits." Ling Hong muttered.

"Yes, this can ensure the vitality of her life, and it can indeed increase her vitality." Herbert said.

As a matter of fact, by now, Herbert basically had a certain understanding of the information provided by Ling Hong. In his opinion, Ling Hong's female friend, wife, or girlfriend must have contracted a similar illness. However, he didn't tell her about it and thus asked her in secret.

After all, such a situation wasn't uncommon in Herbert's eyes. Therefore, Herbert's tone became a little gentler, which was rare. He no longer blamed Ling Hong for asking such a random question without providing the patient's information.

"Then is it possible, I mean a one in ten thousand chance, that it's just like this, or that it can last for a long, long time?" Ling Hong didn't give up and continued asking.

"Hey Gurner, I've never denied the existence of miracles. Sometimes, such miracles do exist, but it's as unpredictable as God's mood." Herbert said helplessly.

"Alright, I understand." Ling Hong said.

"That's good. I look forward to the opportunity to meet your friend." Herbert said.

"Alright, I'll bring her here when I have the chance." Ling Hong said.

"Then, Gurner, goodbye." Herbert looked at the time and saw that it had been exactly 30 minutes. He then hung up the phone.

"Du du du". Ling Hong's phone emitted a busy tone indicating that the call had been hung up. Then, it jumped back to the power-on page. He held the phone and couldn't help sighing.

"No, no, no, I can't sigh. I think there's still a chance. After all, even Dr. Herbert said that there might be a miracle, not to mention that she can still eat now." When he said the last sentence, Ling Hong's voice was especially gentle.

Ling Hong couldn't help revealing a faint smile as if he had just recalled how ruan Xiaoqing usually ate.

"Herbert must be very shocked that little Qing could eat so much. But luckily, Yuan Zhou is here." Ling Hong couldn't help but recall Herbert's surprise just now and felt slightly relieved.

Herbert couldn't help but mumble after he hung up the phone,""I wonder what kind of delicious food is able to feed pancreatic cancer patients?"

"If there's a chance, I'll do some research." Herbert muttered.

"Professor Herbert, your next client is about to arrive. Do you need me to do anything?" The female assistant, Dolis, interrupted Herbert's thoughts.

"No need, just bring him in." Herbert shook his head.

"Okay, doctor." "Yes." Dolis nodded and closed the door.

Of course, Ling Hong didn't know these things since he was far away from them. When he saw the time, it was already 4:15 am. He hurriedly put down the documents in his hands and prepared to wash up and go to bed.

After all, he had to have breakfast with ruan Xiaoqing in the morning. Although they didn't make an appointment, the two had some tacit understanding.

Apart from being sick, Ling Hong and ruan Xiaoqing had become good friends and they had more topics to talk about.

As they talked about more things, she also realized that the things they hated were very similar, although they liked different things.

Didn't an old man in a Japanese drama once say that it didn't matter if the things they liked were different? what determined the future of a couple was whether the things they hated were the same.

It just so happened that Ling Hong and ruan Xiaoqing hated the same thing, which also decided their relationship to be more intimate now.

Before lying down on the bed, Ling Hong was still asking,"Xiao Qing said that she won't be going back for the new year this year, so I have to quickly finish my work at the company and spend more time with her. This can also increase the time we can spend together."

With this in mind, Ling Hong fell asleep in a good mood. Two hours later, he was woken up by the alarm clock at 6:30.

After washing up and putting on his clothes, Ling Hong walked straight to the door. He had to go to Taoxi road as soon as possible and then wait to have breakfast with little Qing.

On the way, he passed by the living room and bumped into grandfather Ling who had woken up early. Ling Hong quickly greeted him and then went out immediately.

At that moment, grandfather Ling didn't have time to answer. Seeing Ling Hong walking out of the door quickly, he couldn't help but say to the old Adjutant beside him,""Look at this kid, it's better to give birth to a piece of fat pork than to give birth to him. At least you can still eat a piece of meat."

"Old man, if this is a piece of fat pork, I'm afraid I can't call you grandfather." The old Adjutant clearly understood what grandfather Ling was thinking and smiled.

"Hmph, it was okay when I was young, but now that I'm older, I can't anymore. You don't even know how to bring me to eat more delicious food." Grandfather Ling snorted.

"Old man, you want to go to boss Yuan's restaurant, right?" The old Adjutant's words hit the mark.

"Old friend, you know me best. Let's go for dinner today." Grandfather Ling said immediately.

"Alright, I'll do as you say." The old Adjutant did not object and nodded.

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