Upon reaching the corridor behind the inpatient department, Chang Jianjun lit a cigarette. The place was empty—where there had been a few diners yesterday, today there was no one.

Evidently, Mr. Chen's street stall plan was ultimately destined to fail.

What a pity, such delicious dishes, yet only he could enjoy them.

Chang Jianjun had no intention of bringing food for Liu Xia, after all, they weren't very familiar with each other; yesterday they were just being polite.

"Mr. Chen, the usual—one serving of Mapo Tofu, one of Braised Chicken, plus two buns and a bowl of rice."

It sounds like a lot, but if you eat slowly, it's actually not much.

The Braised Chicken consisted of large chunks of chicken, and savoring it slowly was quite satisfying, filling you up to about thirty percent.

Then mix the Mapo Tofu with the rice, and it fills you up to about seventy percent.

Finally, two buns to fill the stomach to its limit, and after reaching complete fullness, the carb-induced drowsiness would take him rolling back to sleep—a sheer delight.

After ordering, Chang Jianjun stood by the food cart, admiration evident in his eyes.

He thought that Mr. Chen, being an inspector sent by the headquarters, was certainly dedicated—even without any customer, he diligently prepared all kinds of dishes at one in the morning.

Compared to Mr. Chen, he felt utterly lazy!

Before Chang Jianjun had time to think further, he heard Chen Mo say, "Sorry, we're fully booked on ingredients, you can only have noodles if you want to eat now."

Chang Jianjun: (O_o)??

He thought he had heard wrong, and earnestly asked, "You mean, all your ingredients are already booked?"

Chen Mo nodded, hands busy to the point of leaving afterimages, "Yes, all gone. I'll see if I can do anything, but if you want to eat now, it'll have to be noodles."

Watching Chang Jianjun somewhat bewildered, Chen Mo specifically added, "My noodles taste great too."

Chang Jianjun shivered, hoping Mr. Chen was not referring to that kind of noodle.

Now he wasn't even concerned about whether he could have the dish; he was more curious about something else, "But there are no customers here, so why..."

Just as Chang Jianjun spoke, he saw a girl in a short skirt and T-shirt rushing out from the back door, holding up her phone.

"Hey fam, all deliveries to the 4th floor are done! Next up is the 3rd floor! Starting from 302, oh right, no buddy in 301 for us."

Chang Jianjun stepped back hurriedly to avoid being bumped into, watching as the girl hooked eight servings of Mapo Tofu on one finger, and eight servings of Braised Chicken on her pinkie.

Whoosh~

And she rushed back in through the back door.

"Isn't she the streamer from yesterday? Such strength in her hands!"

Chang Jianjun clearly remembered her because she almost scared the crap out of him yesterday.

"Is she delivering food?"

Clearly, Chang Jianjun could see it was food delivery.

But the question arose.

Someone was delivering food, so who was buying?

Filled with curiosity, Chang Jianjun followed into the inpatient department, first arriving at a room near the stairs on the first floor.

"No wonder the streamer gathers intel on Boss Xiao Chen's stall every day, these buns are truly delicious!"

"Exactly! When I get discharged, I'll ask Boss Xiao Chen how to make these, so my wife can learn!"

In the room, two patients in hospital attire were sitting on their beds, devouring the buns.

Chang Jianjun vaguely remembered them because he had signed their admission procedures today.

"Wasn't the patient in Bed 1 complaining of a severe toothache, unable to eat anything recently?"

"The patient in Bed 2, as I recall, had acute gastroenteritis? This doesn't seem to be the case."

Skipping the second floor, Chang Jianjun went to the third floor, brushing past the streamer girl at the corner.

The nurse at the third-floor station was absent, presumably resting or eating, but that was none of his business.

First, to Room 301.

Liu Chengming wasn't asleep, wandering suspiciously on the floor doing something unknown, while Du Qiming lay weakly on the bed, seemingly mumbling, and from the mouth movements, it looked like cursing.

Then a peek into 302.

"What the—?

Through the glass on the door, Chang Jianjun saw clearly—two patients inside, not sleeping, both sitting cross-legged on their beds.

In between the beds was something resembling a headboard, sometimes used in morning rounds to place instruments, but supposed to be removed afterward.

At this moment, it was that headboard.

"Is that Erguotou? Isn't the patient in Bed 1 supposed to have liver cirrhosis, yet drinking? What's with the patient in Bed 2, weren't you too dizzy to stand? Perhaps it was fake wine causing the dizziness?"

On the headboard was a bottle of Niulan Mountain, accompanied by a plate of spiced peanuts.

And then, an open serving of Braised Chicken, a sizzling, red-oil Mapo Tofu, with two buns tossed aside—clearly, drinkers don't start with the main dish.

Chang Jianjun felt his head buzzing.

Who have I processed admission for today?

Exactly.

Chang Jianjun recalled someone, when processing admissions in the afternoon, a patient's ID indicated he was a VIP of this hospital, which generally meant using a fast track into the VIP room.

Yet something odd happened back then.

The patient said he didn't want anyone to know about his illness, so he intended to stay in a regular ward first and asked the hospital to provide an extra bed as he had two caregivers who also needed to stay.

Being a hospital VIP, these patients usually received direct attention from the director.

Chang Jianjun dared not delay, immediately arranging an extra bed in Room 408, accommodating three people, though only that particular patient completed the admission process.

Back then, Chang Jianjun prepared to call someone for the patient's check-up, but this patient, named Fang Zhizhong, strongly opposed, saying the check-up could wait a few days as he feared he couldn't handle the results just yet.

"So, what's going on in 408?"

Filled with curiosity, Chang Jianjun tiptoed to the fourth floor, turning left halfway down the corridor, and gently peeked into the room.

When his eyes fell inside,

"Gasp!!!"

A chill ran up the back of his neck.

"What are you all...!"

Scattered on the floor were Moutai bottles, and the folded empty bed turned into a dining table with the VIP sitting on one side and two other men on the opposite side.

In Room 408.

Fang Zhizhong sat on the bed, raising his glass to toast with his two "caregivers", "Thanks a lot, brothers, for keeping me company, haha, I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"

Slurp~

All three toasted simultaneously, exhaled together, and grabbed some Braised Chicken at the same time.

So satisfying!

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