"How … How did you know?!"
Abraham stared at Meg with incredulity in his eyes. He had thought that Meg was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Meg was right. He had been suffering from these symptoms for many years. In the beginning, he didn't think much of it, but recently, the symptoms had become more and more pronounced. Sometimes, he would be woken up by the pain in the middle of the night, so he had reluctantly called for a doctor. Even the royal doctors in the palace had treated him.
The problem was in his stomach, and the healing magic casters' magic had alleviated many of the symptoms. However, all of the doctors had the same request: to reduce the amount of food he ate, and to use plain porridge as the main ingredient for long-term recuperation.
This kind of treatment was no different from torture to him, so he naturally refused.
If he couldn't even enjoy delicious food, then he might as well kill himself!
Whenever he felt uncomfortable, he would ask the magic casters to give him a pain reduction buff before rushing to the next restaurant. He was still living a carefree life, but he didn't think that Meg would be able to see through him so easily.
"Can Mr. Mak still treat patients?" The customers looked at Meg with surprise upon seeing Abraham's expression. They were all curious as to how he had been able to tell.
Meg looked at Abraham calmly, and said, "I'm quite familiar with food, so I have some understanding of the problems caused by eating. Duke Abraham's symptoms are already quite pronounced, and if they aren't controlled and treated, they could flare up in the short term. In the worst-case scenario, death is the only outcome. The food I make is for everyone to enjoy. I don't want to see anyone get hurt because of it. "
Due to the superior quality of the ingredients, all of the dishes in the restaurant were very beneficial to the human body. Some of them even had miraculous effects.
However, even a pill that could prolong one's life could cause one to die from overeating, let alone a patient with severe gastrointestinal problems.
After a long period of gastric ulcers, the stomach had become very fragile. If one ate too much, it was very likely that gastric bleeding and gastric perforation would result.
One portion of each dish on the menu was enough to feed four or five normal people.
I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Meg couldn't sit by and watch all of this happen, so he had to stop it, even if it was somewhat inconsistent with his character.
"Is it that serious …" Abraham was also feeling a little sheepish at the sight of Mag's serious expression. All of the doctors had told him about the severity of the problem, but he hadn't taken them to heart. He only thought that eating delicious food was a very enjoyable thing, and that there was no way anyone would fall ill from eating delicious food.
However, the one who said that was Meg, a chef who had created many delicious dishes. The taste of the dishes changed instantly.
He respected every chef who could make delicious food and did not care about their status.
This was because only those who had a deep enough understanding of food and ingredients could make delicious food. This was an ability that ordinary people did not have.
When the problem in his stomach flared up, the burning and swelling pain became more and more obvious. Even healing magic could not completely suppress them.
However, he had never thought that this problem was caused by eating delicious food, and that it would continue to worsen because of eating. Naturally, he felt a little uneasy.
He only had one life, and he hadn't lived enough yet.
Not to mention, he had just discovered such a treasure trove. Aside from the spicy grilled fish, black pepper steak, and braised chicken and rice, there were so many delicious dishes on the menu. How could he just die like that?
"That's right. I'm sure the doctors have already given you more professional advice. For the sake of your health, I hope you can nurse your stomach back to health so that you can enjoy more delicious food." Meg nodded with a smile. Thankfully, Abraham wasn't as stubborn as he had imagined.
"Then … alright." Abraham flipped open the menu again, and carefully looked at it for a while before saying, "I'll have a fried rice, a sweet tofu pudding, and a braised chicken and rice."
"Alright, please wait a moment." Meg nodded and turned toward the kitchen. Even though this was still a little more than the average person, it was still a lot less for Abraham, so it was a good start. Furthermore, these dishes were all very mild, and would definitely be beneficial to his health.
"Mr. Mak is so godlike! He can even diagnose my illness! "
"Chef + doctor = Mr. Mak? That's … quite impressive. "
"I want Mr. Mak to take a look at me. Recently, my head has been feeling a little tight, as if it's being strangled by something."
"Sir, you don't have to trouble Mr. Mak with that. Just loosen the scarf on your head a little, and your symptoms will be alleviated immediately."
"Wearing a chef's uniform to treat a patient … Isn't he too handsome? He really is my favorite Mr. Mak! "
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, calm down. Mr. Mak is also a man!!!"
"So what if he's a man? Didn't you see that none of those women got him? Maybe … Mr. Mak likes men … Heh, I'm definitely going to be the lady boss of Mamy's! "
Because of this small episode, the customers began to whisper among themselves. After all, who didn't suffer from illness? It was just that most people were too lazy to see a doctor most of the time. Furthermore, normal doctors couldn't diagnose the problem with just a few glances like Meg, so they were all looking forward to seeing Meg take a look at their illnesses.
"He actually knows how to treat illnesses?" Firis turned to Mag with a surprised look on her face. Elves practiced nature magic, and most of them were quite talented in healing magic. However, even the most powerful healing magic casters in the elven race couldn't pinpoint the exact location of a patient's illness just by looking at them.
"Boss, you're really amazing!" Yabemiya looked at Meg with admiration.
"System, why don't I open up a clinic part-time? This is a much more profitable business than selling vegetables. You just have to be in charge of making medicine for me. "Meg listened to the customers' conversation and said in his mind with a smile.
"Host, as a candidate for the God of Cookery, your culinary skills have yet to reach perfection. How can you put the cart before the horse and think about such things? Furthermore, a truly powerful God of Cookery doesn't need to sell medicine. Every dish he makes is a good medicine that brings good health to the customers. "The system's arrogant voice sounded.
"Dishes are medicine? Then is he the God of Cookery or the King of Medicine? "Meg raised his eyebrows.
Customer: "Mr. Mak, what should I do about my illness?"
"There's no problem with your illness. Order a spicy grilled fish and a Yangzhou fried rice. Eat them together, and you'll be cured."
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