Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

  She glanced at her family member and said, "You also say that it looks healthy." She listed one by one: "In fast food restaurants, overeating leads to obesity, fried foods lead to cardiovascular disease, contain carcinogens, and destroy vitamins, causing protein denaturation. Soda, cola, contains phosphoric acid and carbonic acid, which will take away a large amount of calcium in the body, high sugar content, feeling bloated after drinking, affecting regular meals. Of course, these foods are the result of long-term eating, not something that can be seen once or twice."

  Fang Mo Nan continued: "People who often eat fast food are either obese, and everyone knows the harm it causes, so I won't say more. Apart from obesity, they must be malnourished, eating like a big-headed doll radish sprout, strong on the outside but weak inside."

  Three people think it's really like that, and there are more and more fat boys and girls.

  "You should be grateful that your child got sick, it's a timely warning for us. If we continued to eat like this, the consequences would be unimaginable." Fang Mennai said, and the little patient on the bed was also drawn in, with her bright green eyes focusing intently. She continued: "Fried foods are rich and varied, with great color, aroma, and taste, deeply loved by people. However, fried foods are high in calories, contain high levels of fat and oxidized substances, and frequent consumption can easily lead to obesity, as well as being a major risk factor for hyperlipidemia and coronary heart disease. If you frequently overeat, it's very likely to trigger obesity and hyperlipidemia, and obesity may further lead to diabetes, gout, and other diseases. Moreover, during the frying process, vitamins in food are often destroyed, proteins denatured, and carcinogenic substances produced. Research has already shown that people who frequently eat fried foods have a much higher incidence of certain cancers compared to those who rarely or never eat fried foods."

  "Studies have shown," Jerry interrupted. "I don't see any data on it."

  "Hehe... over a decade ago, many American newspapers criticized the US government for allowing food manufacturers to use synthetic chemicals as additives to enhance the color, aroma and flavor of foods. This seriously affected the health of its citizens and earned this type of food a dirty name: 'junk food'." said Fang Wen Nan.

  "There is this research report, in the face of interest, it doesn't attract much attention, and as you said, from taste and color, people often can't resist its temptation." Jerry said.

  "Can this kind of food also cause cancer? I'll go study it carefully this time." Andrew muttered to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

  "Those fried chicken legs, hamburgers. Flies didn't even land on them in the summer, you can try it this summer." Fang Mo Nan said, with a glint of light in his eyes. Not even insects dare to approach, one can imagine how 'toxic' they are.

  "Now how am I supposed to cure my child?" Adela asked. She also said to her son, "Don't eat those junk foods again."

  "I believe he won't eat again after this." Fang Mo Nan said with a smile, opening her medicine box and writing out a prescription. "This prescription is mainly to restore his appetite, stop vomiting, invigorate the spleen and stomach, and aid digestion. The pharmacy on Chinatown Street should have the necessary medicinal herbs."

  Ke Rui Lin took over the prescription and arranged for the housekeeper to buy back the medicine as soon as possible. Fang Mo Nan stood in front of the bed, "Can I give him a massage?"

  "Alright," Korelin said, and threw off the covers, unbuttoning his shirt.

  Fang Mo Nan's massage and manipulation were especially infused with spiritual energy, in order to achieve an even better effect. The patient was warmed by her small hands, massaged very comfortably, and hummed out loud.

  "Now let's all go to the kitchen," Fang Mo Nan said. "Including our Mr. Jeremy."

  "Must we go?" Andrew asked hesitantly, furrowing his brow.

  "It must be." Fang Mengnan said firmly.

  Andrew winked at Corinne, "Alright." Corinne picked up the child who had just finished dressing and they went downstairs together.

  "Going to the kitchen?" Adelana looked at her gloomily. Fang Mo Nan said, "For a patient, it's best to eat nourishing food first before taking medicine."

  "Oh... this way." Adela personally led the way and brought everyone to the kitchen.

  Corey put Jeremy in a kitchen chair and covered him with a blanket.

  "Is there millet? The golden kind with very small grains."

  Adela usually doesn't enter the kitchen. She didn't know where it was, so the maid searched around and picked up a cleaver, saying "Is this it?"

  Fang Mo Nan said, "That's it, bring some over and cook congee."

  Fang Mo Nan skillfully lit the fire, fetched a pot, added water and cooked porridge, stirring constantly. The sweet aroma wafted through the entire kitchen.

  "What did Jeremy eat and vomit? He can't even drink water. The porridge Adela cooked, can Jeremy drink it?" Adela whispered to her husband's arm. "Is this a way to cure illness?"

  Yes! What you drink is what you spit out, and how can that cure an illness. The medicine won't even be absorbed. Before Andrew and Corinne could respond, the patient Jeremy had already answered for them.

  Jeremy, who had been looking unwell, leaned back in his chair, took a deep sniff, straightened up and rested on the dinner table, curiously watching Fang Mo Nan stir the porridge, "What smells so good?" The aroma was soothing to the heart, and the fear and annoyance in his heart instantly dissipated.

  "Mommy, can you bring it over and let me smell it again?" Jeremy said, his heart filled with a longing to savor the aroma of this porridge once more. The fragrance made him feel extremely comfortable all over.

  Fang Mo Nan heard their words, ladled a bowl, brought it over, handed it to Adela, who placed it in front of her son and put it on the dining table.

  Jeremy took a deep sniff and curiously asked: "What porridge is this?"

  "This is millet porridge."

  Jeremy smiled and politely asked, "May I eat?"

  "Of course." Fang Mo Nan made a welcoming gesture with his hand.

  Jeremy, despite his young age, has a very elegant dining posture, obviously due to his family upbringing. The spoon filled with porridge was sent into his mouth.

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jeremy's face. Adela was even more tense, tightly grasping her husband Corlin's hand, praying in her heart: Don't vomit, whatever you do, don't vomit.

  Fang Mo Nan secretly sighed in his heart, although young, the elegance and refinement in every move had already been deeply ingrained. It's clear that being a noble isn't easy either! Everything is done with precision and care.

  With one gulp, Jeremy, "Delicious!" Then he drank a few more mouthfuls, and his stomach suddenly made a 'gurgling' sound. Immediately, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face, looking at the crowd with a sheepish expression, which he didn't expect.

  Everyone's face changed at the same time, and of course, all medical students knew that this sound was due to what, the rumbling in their stomachs, indicating that their stomachs had recovered, "Wow...this is too magical." Andrew exclaimed excitedly.

  Jeremy finished a small bowl and found that he didn't vomit or have diarrhea, so he was very happy. "Mommy, I want to drink some more!"

  Andrew said: "Long-term fasting, drink later, otherwise it will hurt the intestines and stomach."

  "Oh!" Jeremy gazed regretfully at the still steaming millet porridge. After being carried back to his room by his father, Fang Mo Nan carefully checked his pulse again and asked him a few questions. After drinking the digestive medicine made by the housekeeper, he slowly fell asleep. Adela stayed behind to take care of her son.

  Andrew invited Fang Mornan downstairs and sat in the living room, where the servant quickly brought coffee. Fang Mornan took a sip and nodded in his heart, it was indeed the authentic Blue Mountain coffee, which is one of the best coffees in the world and also relatively rare, making it precious. The flavor was rich and mellow, and due to the perfect combination of the three flavors of sweetness, acidity, and bitterness, there was no bitter taste at all, only a perfectly balanced acidity. However, she still preferred tea over coffee.

  Andrew asked eagerly, "Why?"

  Fang Mernan said: "Does millet have the effect of preventing vomiting and diarrhea?"

  Three people nodded thoughtfully, so it was.

  Andrew asked again: "Is millet porridge really that good?"

  "Of course, millet is native to China and has a cultivation history of over 8,000 years. It tastes sweet and salty, and its nature is cool. It can benefit the spleen and stomach, nourish kidney qi, relieve heat and thirst, and promote urination. It is used for spleen and stomach deficiency heat, nausea and vomiting or spleen deficiency diarrhea." She put the cup on the tea table and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine believes that millet has a sweet and salty taste, with effects such as clearing heat and thirst, tonifying the stomach and eliminating dampness, and calming the stomach to promote sleep. Just now, I saw that the top layer of the porridge had a thin layer of sticky substance floating on it, which is rice oil. It has the effect of protecting the gastric mucosa and nourishing the spleen and stomach, making it most suitable for patients with chronic gastritis and gastric ulcers to eat. Millet porridge, there is a saying in folk that 'it's better than ginseng soup', it's the most nourishing."

  "This is so good, I'll have to eat more of it later." Andrew nodded and said.

  Andrew asked again: "I'm curious, why don't you use acupuncture? I saw an acupuncture package in your medicine box."

  Americans are not averse to acupuncture, and this is still the personal experience of President Nixon, who has spoken out. Later, the United States began to set up acupuncture schools, promulgate acupuncture standards, and in later generations, academic papers on acupuncture mostly came from the United States, and the level of acupuncture in the United States was also very high.

  Fang Mo Nan smiled and said: "Jeremy is too young, I'm afraid of scaring him. Children are all afraid of injections."

  Andrew said sincerely: "You're great." Knowing how to put yourself in the patient's shoes and come up with the most suitable treatment plan is really good.

  "Thank you." Fang Mo Nan replied calmly.

  "What's the next step in treatment?"

  "Next, just focus on recuperating and eat more nutritious food to replenish your energy. You don't need to take any more medicine."

  "What? That's it?" Coralin exclaimed in surprise.

  "Yes! He can eat and not vomit, next as long as the bowel movements are normal, why take medicine? The rest is just slow recovery. " Fang Mo Nan shrugged, "What else to do?" "Right, this time he's better, must stay away from junk food, kids have weak willpower, can't let parents who want to avoid trouble 'surrender'."

  "We understand that now and we won't let him eat junk food again," Andrew said.

  "What about healthy food?" Korelin asked.

  "This is all simple and fresh fruits, grains, just what nature gives, not those synthetic foods." Fang Mo Nan smiled: "To put it simply, you eat what he eats? Of course, it must be cooked. Bloody meat, for now, since he's still small, less is better."

  "Haha......" Andrew burst out laughing, and everyone else followed suit.