How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 302 The True God
Cui Heng led his wife downstairs, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

His previous wife couldn't eat or sleep well, but his current wife eats and sleeps well. How could he not be happy?
When the housekeeper saw the lady appear, her face, which was filled with sadness and exhaustion, was now filled with surprise.

The lady... isn't dead?
Wasn't last night just a brief moment of lucidity before death? Why is he still alive?

Could it be that this last burst of energy can last for several more days?

Because of this incident, everyone stayed up all night, remaining in their rooms, ready at any moment.

Especially this morning, many people were secretly wiping away tears because they hadn't seen the husband and wife come out of their room. They were filled with reluctance to part with the wife.

But now...

"What's for breakfast today?" He Qing asked a nanny as she walked downstairs.

"Huh?" The nanny was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "Madam, breakfast includes bird's nest, boiled eggs, mixed seasonal vegetables, and a fruit platter..."

Hearing the commotion, the kitchen staff immediately brought breakfast to the table. This was a breakfast that the head of the medical team had prepared with his wife's consent, and it had been like this for many years, except that the vegetables and fruits they ate each day would be different.

He Qing sat down and looked at the breakfast on the table, but had no appetite.

When Cui Heng saw his wife's expression, his smile froze on his face, and his heart began to pound.

I thought to myself: Is he losing his appetite again? He was perfectly fine last night.

"Wife, eat a little bit. You'll recover faster if you eat well," Cui Heng said gently, thinking that he would take out the second bottle of life essence for his wife to drink later.

He Qing nodded, looked at the bird's nest in front of her, thought for a moment and said, "Honey, I want to eat noodles with soybean paste."

"what?"

Cui Heng froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The nannies around them stood frozen in place, their faces filled with shock.

They hadn't heard the lady express her desire for anything to eat for many years.

Especially Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste).

I remember making it once a few years ago, and my wife started gagging after seeing the fried sauce. Since then, we have never made fried sauce noodles or any food with sauce, such as braised dishes.

The nanny scrutinized the lady closely, a hint of doubt in her eyes. Was this lady really the lady?

He Qing looked at her husband beside her and continued, "Honey, it seems like we haven't made noodles with soybean paste at home in a long time."

"It's been a long time." Cui Heng came to his senses and hurriedly said to the nanny beside him, "Go and tell the kitchen to make two bowls of noodles with soybean paste."

"Yes, sir."

The nanny immediately went to the kitchen and told the chef what her husband had instructed.

Cui Heng looked at his wife with a beaming smile. He hadn't been this happy even during the Spring Festival. Although he didn't know the results of his wife's various health indicators yet, he was already very satisfied with this change.

It seems the rumors were true.

After taking the Life Essence, Old Zhou became very healthy. How could someone who can eat and sleep well be weak?
Not long after, the nanny brought noodles and placed them on the dining table.

He Qing picked up her chopsticks and first picked up some bean sprouts, cucumber shreds, and carrot shreds. Then she ladled a few spoonfuls of sauce onto the noodles and finally gently stirred them with her chopsticks.

He Qing stopped what he was doing only when every noodle was coated with sauce, and then picked up a noodle and ate it.

The nannies around them stared intently, each on edge, afraid that the lady might spit out the noodles.

He Qing chewed a few times, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

As she prepared to continue eating, she noticed everyone staring at her, and asked in confusion, "Why are you all looking at me?"

"cough!"

Everyone immediately looked away, shaking their heads in different ways.

"Madam, you look radiant today."

"Yeah!"

The nannies laughed it off, but they were telling the truth: the lady looked much better today, both in complexion and spirit.

The lady had always given people the impression of being sickly, but today, although she looked very weak, she had a vitality.

Only after being reminded by the nannies did Cui Heng notice the change in his wife's complexion, especially her face.

If last night's reaction might have been psychological, then today's reaction is definitely not wrong.

The life-giving essence is truly miraculous!
"Really?" He Qing touched her face and said with a smile, "I also feel a bit more energetic today, unlike before when I always looked weak and listless."

Upon hearing this, Cui Heng immediately picked up his phone and took a picture of his wife.

He decided that, starting today, he would use photos to record his wife's changes every day, and after a month, he would compile these photos and play them together.

This will make the changes more noticeable.

Come to think of it, my wife hasn't taken any photos in a long time.

"Wife, is the zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) too salty? How does it taste? Do you need any side dishes?" Cui Heng asked.

"It's quite delicious." He Qing looked at the noodles with soybean paste in front of him, thought for a moment and said, "It's strange, I used to feel nauseous when I smelled this, but today it smells very good."

After saying that, he continued eating.

At this moment, the door to the guest room on the first floor opened from the inside, and Dr. Wang Deming quickly walked out.

His face was somewhat sallow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

In fact, he only slept for two hours.

He was worried that the patient would have health problems after drinking the life essence, so he didn't sleep. As a result, he fell asleep while waiting. He didn't know exactly what time he fell asleep, only that the last time he checked the time was 4:56 in the morning.

"Is Madam awake?" Wang Deming asked a nanny who was sweeping the floor.

"Madam is awake and having dinner in the dining room," the nanny replied.

Wang Deming hurried to the restaurant, intending to inquire about the patient's condition, but before he could even utter a word, he froze on the spot.

"Honey, are you full?"

My stomach is full, but my eyes aren't.

"What would you like to eat? We'll have the chef make it for you at noon."

"Ah."

When Cui Heng saw Wang Deming, he greeted him with a smile, "Dr. Wang, come and have breakfast."

Wang Deming looked at the empty bowl in front of the patient and unconsciously swallowed.

Of course, it wasn't because I was craving it, I just found it unbelievable.

If he wasn't mistaken, the patient seemed to have been eating noodles with soybean paste. Although the bowl wasn't big, it was a lot for the patient's usual appetite.

Is this... a final burst of energy before death?
wrong!

It already had a brief resurgence last night, surely it won't have another one?

"Madam, how are you feeling?" Wang Deming ignored his employer and asked the patient directly. He Qing thought for a moment, then placed her hand below her heart. "Here..."

"What happened there?" Wang Deming asked nervously, thinking to himself: What life essence? It really is a scam.

"I feel a little bloated, probably because I ate too much just now," He Qing said.

"..."

Wang Deming's lips twitched, and he almost choked.

Are you stuffed?
This was the first time he had heard a patient say they were full since he became the head of the medical team.

"Dr. Wang, my wife just ate a bowl of noodles with soybean paste. Is she alright?" Cui Heng asked, pointing to the bowl on the table.

I haven't seen my wife eat this much in years, and I was a little shocked.

"She should... be fine," Cui Heng said ambiguously. He wasn't sure about the patient's current condition either, so he could only say, "Mr. Cui, I'd like to examine Madam's body now, is that alright?"

“Okay.” Cui Heng nodded.

In fact, he was also very curious about his wife's current health condition.

Wang Deming called other medical staff and took the patient to a room on the first floor, where there were many medical facilities that could perform basic examinations and first aid.

The driver and the new assistant had arrived outside the villa and were quietly waiting outside the car.

Cui Heng was in no mood to go to work at that moment.
He told his new assistant that he had canceled all his work schedule for the morning, and then stayed by his wife's side without leaving her side, feeling both worried and expectant.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wang Deming stared at the data on the electrocardiogram monitor, lost in thought.

why?
Why did the patient's breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, arterial pressure, and even electrocardiogram suddenly improve?

It wasn't like this yesterday.

Although there is still a big gap between him and a normal person, he is much better than usual.

Is the instrument broken?

He turned the instrument off and then restarted it, but all the standard indicators remained the same as before.

Wang Deming was dumbfounded for a moment. Could it really be thanks to that so-called life essence?
If he remembered correctly, the patient only drank one bottle.

Can a single bottle of medicine have such a good effect?
Could it really be a miracle drug?

"Dr. Wang, how is my wife now?" Cui Heng asked with concern.

Actually, he could understand some of the data on the electrocardiogram monitor, but he still needed to listen to the professional doctor to know his wife's current condition.

Wang Deming finally came to his senses. As a doctor, he had never believed in any folk remedies, let alone any medicine that could quickly improve a patient's physical condition.

However, he is now beginning to doubt his profession and his abilities.

Strengthens the body, protects the liver and stomach, calms the nerves and aids sleep, anti-aging and beautifies the skin...

He could still hear the words his employer had uttered about the effects of the life essence.

Is it really that miraculous?
“Mr. Cui, if possible, I would like to take your wife to the hospital for a more detailed examination,” Wang Deming said cautiously.

He still suspects that the patient is experiencing a brief period of lucidity before death, only that this period of lucidity is prolonged.

"Huh? Is that necessary?" Cui Heng frowned.

If we go to the hospital, we'll inevitably have to have blood drawn, but given my wife's current health condition, blood draws would be more harmful than helpful. Besides, my wife is in good condition now, so there's no need for this test.

Wang Deming naturally understood what his employer meant, but without a detailed examination, how could he know whether the patient was experiencing a final burst of lucidity or something else?

At this moment, Cui Heng suddenly thought of Expert Zhang, so he said, "Dr. Wang, please wait a moment, I'll call Expert Zhang and ask for his opinion."

After saying that, he took out his phone, found Expert Zhang's number, and dialed it.

The medical staff standing around the bed all looked at Wang Deming. For so many years, Dr. Wang had been in charge of his wife's health.

With Dr. Wang present, the employer actually called other people to ask for their opinions. Isn't that a slap in the face to Dr. Wang?
Wang Deming also felt his face burning, but compared to figuring out the patient's condition, it was nothing.

After all, if the life essence really has such miraculous effects, he might need it in the future.

"Beep...beep...click!"

The call connected quickly.

"Hello, Dr. Zhang, this is Cui Heng. I apologize for bothering you. I have something I'd like to ask for your opinion on," Cui Heng said politely.

He already considered the other person as his wife's savior, and perhaps even as his savior in the future. Naturally, he should be humble towards such a person.

During the years his wife was ill, he finally understood that no matter what kind of chairman or outstanding entrepreneur he was, he was nothing in the face of illness.

Only experts who can bring the dead back to life are true gods.

"Chairman Cui, please speak."

"It's like this, Dr. Zhang. My wife's spirits have improved significantly since she woke up this morning. I'd like to take her to the hospital for a thorough check-up. I'm wondering if that's necessary?" Cui Heng asked.

Are you sure there's been an improvement?

"I am sure."

"If that's the case, why bother with the checkup? Wouldn't it be better to rest and recover properly? Or is it that Chairman Cui doesn't trust my medicine?" Zhang Wen's voice gradually turned cold.

"Expert Zhang, that's not what I meant. You misunderstood. I just wanted to see how my wife was recovering. I didn't have any concerns about your medicine. Really, I wanted to thank you properly." Cui Heng quickly explained, afraid that the other party would stop supplying the life essence.

“Chairman Cui, my advice is: don’t make things difficult unless absolutely necessary. Besides, Madam just took the Life Essence yesterday, and the effects haven’t worn off yet. If you really want to do the tests, let’s wait a month and have Madam take a few more bottles of Life Essence,” Zhang Wen said.

“Okay, Dr. Zhang, I’ll listen to you. By the way, do you have time for lunch today? I’d like to invite you to lunch to thank you for saving our family. You are our family’s benefactor,” Cui Heng said earnestly.

Firstly, I genuinely wanted to express my gratitude, and secondly, I wanted to make up for the misunderstanding from earlier.

"Have time."

"Expert Zhang, are you still at the film and television base from yesterday? I'll send a driver to pick you up at noon."

Cui Heng agreed on a time and then hung up the phone, at the same time breathing a sigh of relief, as he had almost offended Expert Zhang.

Fortunately, Expert Zhang didn't take it to heart; his promise to have dinner with him was the best proof of that.

He put down his phone, looked at Wang Deming, and said, "Dr. Wang, let my wife rest and recuperate for a while. We can talk about going to the hospital for a check-up in a month."

Wang Deming had already overheard his employer's phone call and knew that it was the opinion of that expert Zhang, so he could only nod in agreement.

In fact, he knew very well that it wouldn't matter if he didn't nod, because the employer now trusted that expert Zhang more, since that expert Zhang could cure diseases with medicine.

In comparison, he spent five years without improving the patient's health even slightly; it's already quite remarkable that his employer didn't sue him for murder for profit.

Am I really that bad at medicine?
Wang Deming once again fell into self-doubt.

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(End of this chapter)