Chapter 875

"You... How do you know?"

Abraham, who thought McGonagall was making a fuss, stared at McGonagall, his eyes full of disbelief.

McGonagall is right. These symptoms have appeared on him for some years. At first, he didn't take them seriously. But recently, the symptoms have become more and more obvious and uncomfortable. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night. So he reluctantly invited a doctor, even the imperial doctors in the palace.

The problem is in the stomach. The magic of treating the magician has relieved many symptoms, but every doctor has said the same requirements: reduce the amount of food, take care of the patients for a long time mainly with white porridge, and cooperate with the treatment of the magician.

This kind of treatment was no different from torture to him, and he naturally refused it.

If you can't even enjoy the delicious food, you might as well kill him!

Now when he felt bad, he asked the magician to give him a pain relief buff, and then rushed to the next gourmet restaurant, but he was still alive and comfortable. Unexpectedly, McGonagall saw through it.

"Can boss Mai still see a doctor?" When the guests saw Abraham's expression, they looked at MEG in surprise and wondered how he could see it.

McGonagall calmly looked at Abraham and said: "because he knows more about the real things, he knows something about the problems caused by eating. The symptoms of Duke of Abraham are quite obvious. If he doesn't control and treat them, they may break out in a short time, and the worst result is death. The food I make is to bring you good enjoyment. If someone is hurt by it, I don't want to see it. "

Because of the superiority of food materials, every dish in the restaurant now has a good effect on people's body, and even has the effect of a magic medicine.

However, even if it is able to prolong life pills, one-time eat too much will die, let alone a serious gastrointestinal disease patients.

After long-term gastric ulcer, the stomach is already very fragile. Once eating too much, it is very likely to cause serious injury such as gastric bleeding and gastric perforation.

All the dishes on the menu are served separately, which is the amount of meals for four or five normal people.

I didn't kill Biren, but Biren died because of me. McGonagall couldn't sit back and watch it happen, so he had to stop it, even if it didn't match his character.

"Is it so serious..." Abraham looked at McGonagall's serious expression and felt a little guilty. Those doctors had emphasized the seriousness of the problem with him before, but he never paid attention to it. He just thought how enjoyable it was to eat delicious food. How could anyone get sick and have problems because of eating delicious food.

But now it's MEG, a chef who has created delicious food, and the taste has changed.

He respects every chef who can make delicious food and doesn't care about their status.

Because only with a deep enough understanding of food and ingredients can we make delicious food, which is not available to ordinary people.

When the stomach problems attack, the burning and swelling pain become more and more obvious. Even the healing magic can't completely suppress them.

But he never thought that this problem was caused by eating delicious food, and it would continue to be serious because of eating. Naturally, he felt a little uneasy.

There's only one life. He hasn't lived enough.

What's more, when he just found such a treasure house, apart from spicy grilled fish, black pepper steak, braised chicken and rice, he was not willing to die for all the delicious food on the menu.

"Yes, the doctor must have given more professional and pertinent advice. For your health, I hope you can take good care of your stomach first, and then enjoy the delicious food better." McGonagall smiles and nods. Fortunately, Abraham is not as stubborn as he thought.

"Well... OK." Abraham reopened the menu, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "I'll have a fried rice, a sweet bean curd, and a stewed chicken rice."

"OK, just a moment, please." McGonagall nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the kitchen. Although the amount was more than that of ordinary people, it was a good start for Abraham, which was a lot less than that of ordinary people. Moreover, these are quite mild objects, and they are good for recuperation.

"Isn't Mr. McGregor so amazing? Even the disease can be seen! "

"Chef + doctor = boss Mai? This... Is a bit powerful. "

"I want to let boss Mai show me. Recently, I always feel that my head is a little tight, like being strangled by something."

"Sir, you don't have to bother boss Mai. If you loosen the scarf on your head a little, the symptoms will be relieved immediately."

"It's so cool to see a doctor in a chef's uniform! It's really my favorite boss Mai! "

"Hey, brother, calm down, boss Mai is a man too!"

"What's the matter with men? Don't you think none of those women are successful? Maybe... Boss Mai likes men... Oh, Madame, I'll fight for it! "

After all, no one is sick, but most of the time they don't bother to see a doctor. Besides, ordinary doctors can't see the problem as easily as McGonagall, so they all expect McGonagall to see his body problems.

"Can he still see a doctor?" Phyllis looks at MEG in surprise. Elves practice natural magic, and most of them have good talent for healing magic. But even the powerful healing magicians in the family can't do it. Just look and you can find the focus of the patient.

"The boss is really good!" Abelmia looked at MEG with adoration.

"System, why don't I open a hospital part-time? It's a more lucrative business than selling vegetables. Just get me medicine. " Meg said with a smile as he listened to the conversation.

"Host, as a candidate of Kitchen God, the cooking skill is not yet perfect. How can you put the cart before the horse and think about this kind of thing? What's more, a really powerful Kitchen God doesn't need to sell medicine. Every dish he makes is a dose of good medicine to bring health to the guests. " Some arrogant voices of the system sounded.

"Food is medicine? Is that kitchen god or medicine king McGonagall picks his eyebrows, then fills up the picture

Guest: "boss Mai, what should I do with this disease?"

"You have no problem with this disease. You can order a spicy grilled fish and a Yangzhou fried rice. Take them together and get rid of the disease."

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The picture is too real to make MEG feel uncomfortable.