"Medicinal cuisine?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. They've tried medicinal cuisine before, but it's like how they thought they had tasted good wine before; it wasn't until they drank the Immortal Orange Wine that they realized the previous drinks were nothing.

"I'm the only one on Earth who can make this medicinal cuisine."

Qin Yang nodded and said.

"The medicinal cuisine Qin Yang makes is really delicious."

Ruan Xinxue blushed slightly, feeling shy when recalling how she ate it.

"Well, what are we waiting for? This old man is feeling a bit hungry now."

Old Ding said somewhat impatiently. With such a fine brew as the Immortal Orange Wine, of course you need good food to go with it. That's what makes life enjoyable.

Seeing everyone's anticipation for Qin Yang, the middle-aged doctor's face turned dark. If this kid can really cure the old chief's illness with just a meal of medicinal cuisine and a jug of untested wine, then what are we experts here for?!

"Follow this prescription to get the herbs."

Qin Yang wrote a prescription on a piece of paper, handed it to the middle-aged doctor, and said.

The middle-aged doctor felt a bit upset. After all, he was an expert at the Logistics Headquarters and the chief physician of the old chief. Even generals would show him some respect, yet this kid talked to him like he was a little helper.

However, under the gaze of everyone, he still took the prescription.

"A skinned old hen, a hundred-year-old ginseng, cordyceps, rehmannia, goji berries…"

The middle-aged doctor scanned the prescription. Some herbs on the list were indeed precious, but it depended on who needed them. For him, it wasn't hard to acquire them. But to think that just by using this prescription to make a meal of medicinal cuisine, the old chief's illness could be cured?

"Hmph, if it fails to cure the old chief, I'll make sure to embarrass him."

The middle-aged doctor snorted internally and went with a nurse to gather the herbs.

Over half an hour later, a large pot of steaming medicinal cuisine was placed in front of Old Ding. The aroma of medicine mixed with the fragrance of meat filled the air, making one's mouth water.

In this old hen medicinal cuisine, besides the herbs, Qin Yang added three drops of Spiritual Power Spring Rain, enough to completely heal Old Ding and improve his body's functions.

"Fragrant, really fragrant."

Old Ding sniffed the aroma wafting from the medicinal cuisine, and a gleam appeared in his old eyes. It had been a long time since any food had stirred such a strong urge to eat in him.

"You old tippler, you're in for a treat this time."

Old Ruan said with a touch of envy, smiling.

Tang Aiguo and Zhao Baofeng, standing by, also wanted to taste the enticing aroma of the medicinal cuisine, but they dared not be presumptuous in front of the old chief. Moreover, this medicinal cuisine was specifically prepared to treat the old chief, and it wasn't certain if they could have any.

"Haha, then this old man shall dig in."

Old Ding laughed heartily, picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

The chicken was incredibly tender, its fragrance filled his mouth instantly, rejuvenating him. As the slippery chicken went down his throat, his entire stomach felt warm and comfortable.

"Delicious!"

A gleam flashed in Old Ding's eyes as he kept picking up chicken with his chopsticks and stuffing it into his mouth. In the end, he regained the boldness of his youth, tearing off a chicken leg with his hands and eating it while sipping the Immortal Orange Wine in between. It was truly a blissful experience.

On the side, Old Ruan and others swallowed visibly at the sight of Old Ding's eating, and the aroma of wine and meat in the air made them all hungry.

"Old chief, chicken is greasy; you shouldn't eat too much."

The middle-aged doctor frowned and advised.

"Got it, got it..."

Although Old Ding said this, he didn't slow down his eating pace. He wasn't deliberately eating like that; he simply couldn't help it because the medicinal cuisine was too delicious, and the Immortal Orange Wine's taste was beyond words.

The middle-aged doctor sighed; he couldn't just snatch away that medicinal cuisine and wine from the old chief, right?

Right now, the middle-aged doctor turned all his anger in his heart towards the "culprit" Qin Yang. If anything were to happen to the old chief, it wouldn't only be a problem for him as the chief physician; this kid wouldn't get away either.

Amidst everyone's stunned gaze, Old Ding chewed up all the herbs in the medicinal cuisine and even drank the soup until not a drop was left.

"Great wine, great meat indeed."

Old Ding's face was flushed, and he praised contentedly.

"Old chief, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

The middle-aged doctor hurriedly asked.

"On the contrary, I feel full of energy now, almost like when I was fighting off bandits."

Old Ding shook his head with a smile. Despite eating so much, he didn't feel even a bit uncomfortable. On the contrary, he felt spirited and as if there was a warm current flowing through his stomach, nourishing his body.

"Old chief, I'd still like to examine you."

The middle-aged doctor said.

"No need, I understand my own body. I feel perfectly comfortable now."

Old Ding waved his hand, declining the middle-aged doctor's offer.

"Old man, maybe you should get checked. After all, it concerns my consultation fee."

Qin Yang said with a grin.

"Fine, let's have a check then."

Old Ding thought for a moment and nodded. The medicinal cuisine was certainly a delicacy on earth, but he also wanted to see if its effects were really as miraculous as Qin Yang claimed.

Under the arrangement of the middle-aged doctor, various medical equipment was set up to give Old Ding a full-body checkup.

An hour later, the middle-aged doctor, holding the test report, looked at the data's reflection and was momentarily stunned in extreme shock.

"What's the situation, Xiao Chen, speak up."

Old Ding slightly frowned and said to the middle-aged doctor, who stood speechless and stunned.

The middle-aged doctor snapped back to reality, with a surprised look towards Old Ding.

"Old chief, the report shows that your cirrhosis symptoms have disappeared, liver indicators are normal, gastric activity is normal, and other organs have shown significant improvement, especially your heart. It's beating more vigorously, and blood circulation is enhanced..."

The middle-aged doctor's eyes widened, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Hearing this, everyone was filled with joy.

"Really cured?"

Old Ding's face showed a hint of surprise. He expected some effect from the medicinal cuisine but never imagined it would work so quickly and thoroughly.

"Yes, old chief, your current physical condition is comparable to that of a sixty-five-year-old."

The middle-aged doctor nodded heavily, filled with joy.

You must know, the old chief is already eighty-three. Being the old chief's person, every additional day the old chief lives means more benefits for himself and the family behind him.

"Sixty-five, haha, you old chap, it seems you still have many years to live."

Old Ruan laughed heartily, genuinely happy for his old friend. There weren't many old comrades left from the war days.

At that moment, everyone turned their eyes to Qin Yang, including the middle-aged doctor. This young man truly is a miraculous doctor; if they could frequently enjoy his medicinal cuisine, prolonging life wouldn't be just empty words.

"Ahem, since the old man's illness is cured, I should collect my consultation fee, shouldn't I?"

Qin Yang cleared his throat and said with a smile.

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