Chapter 129： First aid on the spot (ninth shift)

Chapter 129 Emergency Rescue (Ninth Update)

Fu Yu agreed to let Sun Qingning be in charge of the big pot meal at noon, so he went to communicate with Yao Yihang.

Gu Kitchen also has two ready-made dishes.

Fu Yu made another meat dish, and Yao Yihang made two vegetarian dishes.

For soup, just drink fresh jellyfish soup chilled in the cold storage, and the amount is enough.

During eating, Fu Yu specially served Zhao Meng a small half bowl of rice.

Smoked and grilled all morning, coupled with occasional food tasting, the appetite will be more or less affected.

When Zhao Meng eats, he likes to eat less and fill more, so as not to lose his appetite looking at a bowl full of rice.

As a result, Fu Yu ate two bowls of rice and drank two bowls of soup. When he looked up, he realized that Zhao Meng hadn't even finished the half bowl of rice.

Fu Yu leaned over and asked in a voice that could only be heard between the two of them: "Why do you eat so little?"

Zhao Meng shook his head: "I don't have much appetite, maybe it's because I didn't rest last night."

Fu Yu still wanted to talk, Zhao Meng put down his chopsticks: "Eat more, if you get busy at night, you may have to wait until a certain time before you start eating."

Said, stood up and left.

Fu Yu saw that Zhao Meng's state was not right, so he secretly fell in love.

It was okay in the afternoon, and I took two job orders leisurely, both of which were small seats.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for dinner, and I suddenly became busy.

The waiter came to deliver the order again.

Zhao Meng took a look at it, picked out a few dishes to keep, and handed over the rest to Fu Yu.

With such a wrong hand, Fu Yu watched Zhao Meng's body sway, and he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

He rushed over in two quick steps, grabbed Zhao Meng's arm, and supported him.

As a result, Fu Yu's heart skipped a beat when he joined hands.

Zhao Meng's body was obviously falling, and he didn't have any strength to support him.

Fu Yu hurriedly took a half-step, firmly supported Zhao Meng's armpit with one hand, and tightly wrapped his waist with the other. Relying on the strength of a pair of arms, he insisted on supporting him without letting Zhao Meng Make a fool of yourself.

"Chef Zhao, are you okay?"

Fu Yu didn't dare to say anything, and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Meng shook his head: "No, no, I, I can't stand"

He even started to lose the strength to speak.

Fu Yu was anxious and couldn't care about other things, so he hurriedly carried Zhao Meng to the back door.

No matter what, the person must be sent to the hospital first.

He moved quickly, but Zhang Jinyu, the little cook who was helping Zhao Meng, panicked.

When Zhao Meng had an accident, he was standing by the side preparing dishes. When he turned his head, he saw Fu Yu carrying Zhao Meng out, and Zhao Meng was dragged along like a puddle of soft mud.

Zhang Jinyu took a look, and suddenly lost his footing, he couldn't care about anything, he trotted after him, and stretched out his hand to help Zhao Meng together.

When he was so startled, the other people around him also noticed that something was wrong, and immediately surrounded him.

Everyone panicked and wanted to help

Fu Yu hurriedly stopped, and stopped it aloud: "Chef Zhao is a little hypoglycemic, I will send him back to the room to rest, what should you do, don't delay work!"

Fu Yu was very calm on the surface, but his heart was already panicked, because Zhao Meng's body was limp at this time, and it was obvious that he had no strength at all.

This symptom is really scary, and Fu Yu doesn't know any first aid methods. The only thing he thinks about now is to send the person to the hospital for treatment.

There was no one around who could count on him, Fu Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and in such a short period of time, bead-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He was afraid that Zhao Meng's condition would be serious, and his heart was pounding.

"Chef Zhao! Chef Zhao! How do you feel?"

Fu Yu asked with concern while carrying Zhao Meng to the back door.

Zhao Meng was weak all over, his lips parted slightly, and he spoke weakly: "Look for Chef Yao to take me to the hospital, you, hurry up and take the order, the customer is still waiting!"

Zhao Meng's voice was weak, and there was a lot of noise in the back kitchen. Fu Yu only understood what he meant after guessing.

Turning out the back door, Fu Yu used the support of the wall to support Zhao Meng with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and called Yao Shi.

"Chu Yao, Chef Zhao fell ill, can you come over and take Chef Zhao to the hospital? We are in the corridor by the back door"

Afterwards, Fu Yu called Sun Qingning again: "Shut up, come over to the back door right now, and send Zhao Chu to the hospital with Yao Chu in a while."

Sun Qingning came over first, and helped Zhao Meng with his hands.

Fu Yu warned: "When Yao Chef comes, you follow to the hospital, and you must inform me as soon as possible if you have any news!"

Sun Qingning hastily agreed.

Fu Yu handed Zhao Meng to Sun Qingning: "You just stay here and wait, Chef Yao will come right away."

Hearing that Yao Shi was coming soon, Sun Qingning immediately had the backbone and nodded quickly.

He stretched out his arms to hug Zhao Meng, supported himself against the wall, and let Zhao Meng fall into his arms.

Fu Yu didn't delay any longer.

It's time for the meal, and the noodles that have been ordered must be cooked immediately, or the customers will wait anxiously, and problems will arise!

Fu Yu had just started the stove when Yao Shi rushed in from the door, panting. He didn't stop walking all the way, and rushed directly to the back door.

Gu Yunwu looked up and saw it, and said hello: "Hey, Chef Yao, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Yao Shi couldn't care less about talking to him, waved his hand, saw Fu Yu at a glance, and rushed over.

Seeing this, Fu Yu hurriedly whispered: "Chef Zhao is in the corridor at the back door, and Sun Qingning is supporting him. Chef Yao, please send Chef Zhao to the hospital quickly."

Yao Shi nodded, didn't talk nonsense, and rushed all the way to the back door.

As for Fu Yu, what he can do at this time is to quickly finish cooking all the dishes on the order list.

The list that Zhao Meng tore up just now has been picked up by Zhang Jinyu and placed on the kitchen counter.

Fu Yu reached out to take it, pasted it on the kitchen wall, and looked at the dishes on the order list from beginning to end.

I estimated the order of cooking in my heart.

Without wasting any more time, turn on the fire and pour the oil, and start cooking from the fast-cooked stir-fried dishes.

At this time, news of Zhao Meng's sudden illness had spread throughout the back kitchen.

Seeing this, Fu Yu told Zhang Jinyu next to him: "Don't publicize the matter of Zhao Chu to the outside world. Whoever asks, just say it's hypoglycemia!"

Zhang Jinyu was taken aback for a moment, and seeing Fu Yu's serious face, he nodded quickly.

Gu Yunwu was busy taking orders and cooking before, and didn't pay attention to the situation here. Now that he heard the news, he couldn't leave, so he hurriedly sent Yao Yihang over to inquire about the news.

Yao Yihang had just finished arranging the dishes when he heard that Zhao Meng had fallen ill, so he hurriedly turned his head and took a look.

Isn't that right, Fu Yu was left busy cooking by himself in front of the kitchen counter, and Zhao Meng's stove was turned off.

Seeing this, Yao Yihang squinted his eyes, put down his work, and walked over quickly.

"What happened to Chef Zhao? Wasn't it fine just now?"

"Is the situation serious? Are you all right?"