Qiu En approached a wounded soldier and lifted the sheet.
The patient had been cut in half, from his right shoulder blade to the base of his right thigh, missing at least a third of his body, including his ribs, right lung, right arm, and right leg.
Had this cut been on the left, hitting his heart, the man would be dead.
A medical attendant inserted a strange plant into the patient's arm, watching the plant's changes intently.
[Tangtangle]
[Capture Level: 1]
[Description: A peculiar plant that unfurls its leaves based on the sugar content of its roots, often used by doctors for blood testing.]
"Nurse, how is the patient?"
"Dr. Qiu En, his condition is very bad. Our glucose is almost depleted, and the patient's body cells are still rejecting this tasteless substance. If he doesn't eat soon, he won't last 12 hours."
Qiu En paced anxiously.
Why hadn't it arrived yet?
In medical work, even a few minutes could mean the difference between life and death for a patient.
"Should we feed the patient something first?"
Facing the nurse's suggestion, Qiu En hesitated for a long time. "No, the patient's stomach has been severely damaged, with only a tenth of its usual capacity. Using it now would prevent him from consuming more high-energy, high-nutrient food later."
It was important to remember that even high-density foods, suitable for a soldier, would not exceed level 10 in ingredient quality.
Given the surgical needs of a soldier... it would be difficult for them to eat enough.
The nurse comforted him, "It's a life-saving dish, after all. Only two hours have passed, which isn't much."
Qiu En sighed, "Even with the most skilled techniques, it's useless without sufficient ingredients. I've checked the support supplies and haven't found many good ingredients above level six."
"We can only hope that those in power... still possess a shred of humanity."
"After all, these soldiers are fighting for the North..."
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On the other side.
A total of one hundred and fifty large cauldrons were heating up.
Unlike the small clay pots used in previous experiments, these were now 70L heavy iron pots, a capacity large enough to be a bathtub for a child.
The larger the pot, the higher the cooking difficulty, with controlling even heat distribution and cooking speed being extremely challenging. Yet, these two factors were among the most critical attributes of hot cuisine.
Therefore, ordinary chefs rarely used cookware they were not proficient with. Adjusting cookware, including knives, spatulas, cutting boards, and pots, could limit their culinary skills by at least half.
Of course, some chefs specialized in large-pot cooking, and they were the exception.
Zhang Wei was busy at the stove.
His extraordinary power allowed him to do things impossible on Earth.
For example, carrying 20 bags of rice simultaneously, washing tons of vegetables, making hundreds of cuts in a second, and moving around the kitchen at 100 meters per second...
"This speed..."
"There's no pause. Does he not need to think?"
"He didn't even seem to observe the vegetables' quality before the action, completing it inadvertently."
"Even when cutting hundreds of pounds of prime meat, he maintained roughly equal small pieces... no, almost perfectly equal! I could even see soft edges with the naked eye."
One, two, three, four...
Zhang Wei added the ingredients into the pots one by one, with a two-second interval between each pot.
These two seconds were Zhang Wei's entire margin for error; if the rhythm was broken, the subsequent dishes could be ruined.
Perfect consistency represented precise control over heat, cooking time, ingredient ratios, and ingredient state...
Considering only the nature of the ingredients, Zhang Wei used only 15% of all the cilantro, meaning only this 15% was of similar freshness.
Wolfgang gritted his teeth, "Damn it, are you a robot?!"
"Even robots make mistakes!"
Zhang Wei's cooking process did not resemble a soul-infused, heartfelt meal.
Instead, it was like a mechanical program, devoid of any vitality!
Simply put...
Not human!
"Another extreme..."
"Can you replicate this cooking method?"
Someone unknown posed the question.
All the assistant chefs exchanged glances, seeing only deep helplessness in each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a machine, I cannot replicate it."
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The large pots heated up slowly, and the cooking cycle was much longer than with small clay pots. About half an hour later.
Pot lids were lifted one by one, each precisely two seconds apart. White steam swirled into the air...
Wolfgang said, "It can really be completely identical, I don't believe it!"
"Chef Zhang, let us taste it!"
Zhang Wei calculated, "This porridge should be enough for 500 wounded soldiers. Qiu En's surgery speed should not be fast, and he shouldn't need this much at once."
"In that case, half the porridge will be distributed to lightly and severely wounded soldiers. I will use the Essence Cuisine technique to compress the other half for critically injured soldiers."
Cheers erupted.
Not only from the assistant chefs but also from the surrounding wounded soldiers.
Having watched two dishes being prepared and waiting for five hours, their stomachs were already empty.
Upon hearing that Zhang Wei was going to distribute all the food, they naturally rejoiced.
Zhang Wei continued, "This porridge is also very effective for severely and lightly wounded soldiers, and compressing it with the Essence Cuisine technique will be much less difficult."
"How about this, you've been watching for a while, so don't just stand around. Try to replicate the ordinary version as an examination for you."
Zhang Wei felt it was appropriate to lower the exam difficulty.
Furthermore, having them make it themselves would allow him to better assess their individual strengths.
Placing the ordinary large iron pots together, Zhang Wei applied the Essence Cuisine technique to each one...
The volume of the porridge gradually decreased.
Fifty liters...
Forty liters...
Thirty liters...
Ten liters!
The volume was compressed fivefold.
Zhang Wei took a spoonful to taste.
"Energy density increased by four times... and another twenty percent was lost during the compression process."
"For this porridge, the purity is acceptable."
"The nutritional value is equivalent to level 10-12 ingredients."
"For surgery, it should be sufficient."
Zhang Wei's maximum compression was twelvefold, meaning twelve liters reduced to one liter.
The nutritional retention limit was 96%.
However, it required a significant amount of mental energy and the assistance of National Chef power.
Given the vast number of over a thousand patients, Zhang Wei's physical stamina was insufficient to support it.
"Compression complete, 75 pots, a total of 750 liters of nourishing porridge!"
Without delay.
The auxiliary personnel immediately sealed the porridge, carried the large pots, and hurried towards the medical area.
Meanwhile, in the medical area.
The nurse suddenly exclaimed anxiously, "The patient's condition has suddenly deteriorated! The food cells in his body are shrinking! His body is rejecting the administered glucose... Dr. Qiu En, the patient can't hold on any longer!"