Refrigerated Rice Lowers Blood Sugar

Old Liu has been a bit annoyed lately.

As the head of the "Refrigerated Rice Lowers Blood Sugar" project, he never expected that his "scientific research project," which was originally just to deal with inspections from above, would become inexplicably popular.

The cause was that, in order to promote the project, the project team found an intern, Xiaomei, and had her eat refrigerated rice for a month. Then, they compared the blood sugar data before and after and found that her blood sugar had actually decreased.

As soon as this matter spread, it immediately caused an uproar. Articles such as "Refrigerated rice is good news for diabetic patients," and "Technology changes life, rice can also lower blood sugar" flooded in.

Old Liu frowned as he looked at the exaggerated reports. Lowering blood sugar with refrigerated rice is just a coincidence! Xiaomei was already trying to lose weight, and with the recent work pressure and irregular diet, fluctuations in blood sugar were normal. Can this be considered a scientific research result?

But now, he's stuck in a difficult situation. The leaders above have begun to pay attention to this project, requiring them to come up with more detailed experimental data as soon as possible to prove the blood sugar-lowering effect of refrigerated rice.

Old Liu went to the project team members with a worried look and discussed countermeasures.

"This… what should we do? We can't really let everyone eat refrigerated rice to lower their blood sugar, can we?" Xiao Li scratched his head, looking troubled.

"Or… should we modify the data? Slightly increase the amount of blood sugar reduction, so that it looks more convincing?" Xiao Wang suggested.

Old Liu glared at him: "Nonsense! How can scientific research data be modified casually? This is fabrication, and you will be held responsible!"

"Then… what should we do? We can't tell the truth, saying that this is just a coincidence, right? Then the leader will definitely scold us to death!" Xiao Zhao looked worried.

Old Liu was silent. Telling the truth is definitely not an option. This project was approved by the higher-ups, and the funding was also given by them. If they admit that it's just a coincidence, wouldn't that be slapping the leader in the face?

"How about this," Old Liu thought for a while and said, "Let's find a few more volunteers and have them eat refrigerated rice for a month, then combine the data. If most people's blood sugar decreases, then we can say that refrigerated rice does have a certain blood sugar-lowering effect. If most people's blood sugar doesn't change or increases, then we can say that refrigerated rice may not be suitable for certain groups of people and needs further research."

"Is… is this going to work?" Xiao Li was a little skeptical.

"We'll know if it works once we try," Old Liu said, "Remember, this time we must strictly control the volunteers' diet and lifestyle to ensure the authenticity of the data."

In the following month, the project team began a frantic experiment. They found ten volunteers, had them eat a prescribed amount of refrigerated rice every day, and strictly monitored their blood sugar changes.

As a result, the experimental results came out.

Among the ten volunteers, only two had slightly lower blood sugar, and the remaining eight either had no change or had increased blood sugar.

Old Liu was completely dumbfounded when he looked at the experimental data. What should he do now?

Just as he was at a loss, Xiao Li suddenly ran over and said, "Teacher Liu, I… I found a problem."

"What problem?" Old Liu asked.

"I… I found that the two volunteers whose blood sugar decreased, they… they secretly took blood sugar-lowering medicine!" Xiao Li said.

After hearing this, Old Liu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What… what is going on!

"Teacher Liu, what should we do now? Should we report this to the leader?" Xiao Li asked.

Old Liu hesitated. Reporting to the leader would definitely result in being scolded to death. But not reporting would be against his conscience.

"How about this," Old Liu thought for a while and said, "Let's sort out the experimental data and then write a detailed report, truthfully reporting the real situation to the leader. As for how the leader handles it, it's not up to us to decide."

A few days later, Old Liu handed the report to the leader.

The leader's face was livid after reading the report.

"Are you saying that you've been working on this for so long and found that refrigerated rice can't lower blood sugar at all?" the leader roared.

Old Liu lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Then… what about those promotional articles you published before?" the leader continued to ask.

"That… that was for promotional purposes, slightly exaggerated," Old Liu said softly.

"Exaggerated? You call that false advertising! You are deceiving consumers!" the leader slammed the table and scolded.

Old Liu felt bitter in his heart. This false advertising was not his decision alone.

"How about this," the leader took a deep breath and said, "This matter ends here, don't publicize it anymore. As for your project, just… just put it on hold for now."

Old Liu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It's finally over.

However, the matter did not end.

A few months later, Old Liu suddenly received a call from a media outlet, claiming that they had insider information on the "Refrigerated Rice Lowers Blood Sugar" project and wanted to interview them.

Old Liu was frightened and quickly reported to the leader.

The leader's face changed drastically after hearing this.

"This matter must not be exposed! Otherwise, we're all doomed!" the leader said.

"Then… what should we do?" Old Liu asked.

"How about this," the leader thought for a while and said, "You go and tell the media that your project has made a major breakthrough, the blood sugar-lowering effect of refrigerated rice has been confirmed, and large-scale clinical trials are underway. As for those negative news, say that they are malicious slanders from some competitors."

Old Liu was completely speechless after hearing this. This leader really won't give up until the Yellow River dries up!

"Leader, is it not very good to do this? This… isn't this fabrication?" Old Liu asked.

"Fabrication? This is not called fabrication, this is called strategic packaging! In order to preserve our unit's reputation, sacrificing a little authenticity is worth it!" the leader said.

Old Liu looked at the leader's righteous face and felt full of helplessness.

In the end, Old Liu followed the leader's instructions, accepted the media interview, and said a lot of things against his will.

After the interview was broadcast, the "Refrigerated Rice Lowers Blood Sugar" project became popular again.

This time, not only domestic media scrambled to report it, but even foreign media also became very interested in it.

Old Liu looked at the overwhelming praise, but he didn't feel happy at all.

He knew that this was just a false bubble, which would be punctured sooner or later.

And he was the one blowing the bubble.

One day, Old Liu was walking on the road when he suddenly saw an old lady selling refrigerated rice.

When the old lady saw Old Liu, she greeted him warmly: "Young man, would you like a serving of refrigerated rice? It lowers blood sugar, the effect is very good!"

Old Liu felt a sting in his heart as he looked at the old lady's hopeful eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He silently turned around and left.

Leaving only the old lady in the wind, continuing to shout: "Refrigerated rice, lowers blood sugar, come and buy it!"