Chapter 80: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Zhang Xianyang followed the crowd into the queue; he had arrived at just the right time, catching up just as the diners began lining up, yet even so, more than a dozen people were still ahead of him.

Zhang Xianyang glanced behind him; the line behind kept growing, and by now it had already stretched into the darkness beyond the reach of the lights, and he couldn't help but feel a bit fortunate.

Fortunately he had come early today; otherwise, judging by the looks of it, just waiting in line would take at least half an hour.

As expected, good wine fears no deep alley; this shop's fried noodles were so delicious that even operating at midnight, they still attracted a large crowd to queue here for purchase.

Zhang Xianyang, like the other diners waiting in line, was eagerly anticipating the shop opening when suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the back of his foot.

The person in front of Zhang Xianyang had just stepped back a moment ago and accidentally stepped on Zhang Xianyang's foot.

That person seemed to notice the wrong sensation under his foot, quickly turned his head, and apologized to Zhang Xianyang with an embarrassed look: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

The person in front looked to be in his twenties, his hair somewhat messy, as if he hadn't washed it for several days.

However, what was puzzling was that although it was nighttime now, the temperature was still very high; others were wearing short sleeves and shorts, but this person was wearing a black long-sleeved jacket.

"It's fine," Zhang Xianyang smiled and didn't take it to heart.

But just as that person turned around, Zhang Xianyang smelled a familiar scent in his nose.

He was too familiar with that scent; it was clearly the smell of hospital disinfectant.

He couldn't help but look at that person with a puzzled expression, and only then did he see clearly that the person's right hand was hidden inside his jacket, with a large bulge on his chest; judging by the appearance, he should have a cast on.

Zhang Xianyang couldn't help but click his tongue in his heart: this person wasn't lying at home resting his injury properly, but ran out at night to queue for fried noodles; didn't his family care at all?

Out of professional habit, he couldn't help but pat that person's shoulder and asked with concern: "Buddy, what's the situation with your arm?"

Although that person's arm was in a cast, his mental state was fine; hearing Zhang Xianyang's question, he turned his head and said with a completely indifferent expression: "Hey, half a month ago when I was delivering takeout, I was only looking at my phone, hit the curb and fell, breaking a bone."

Zhang Xianyang immediately understood; these days, delivery riders on the road were riding faster and faster, and some even called customers while riding, so accidents were easy to happen when attention wasn't focused.

Their hospital's Orthopedics Department often received delivery riders with fall injuries and fractures.

Zhang Xianyang frowned and kindly reminded him: "So when you ride your bike in the future, you must pay attention to safety; earning money is important, but your body comes first."

That person smiled and nodded, politely saying thank you.

"Brother, how many times have you come to this shop?" Zhang Xianyang was also a talkative person and couldn't help but start chatting with this young man.

The young man smiled and said: "Actually, I'm also coming here for the first time; I've been hospitalized for half a month, and the bland food in the hospital cafeteria made me extremely uncomfortable, so today I came out to change my taste."

Zhang Xianyang detected a hint of something wrong from this person's words: "Wait, you... are you still hospitalized now? Did the hospital let you out?"

That person nodded, leaned in and said in a low voice: "Of course not, I sneaked out."

Zhang Xianyang was stunned.

Which hospital was so careless as to let a patient with an unhealed fracture who hadn't been discharged sneak out in the middle of the night?

He couldn't help but size up this young man two more times; the next second, his brow tightened, and his gaze fixed on the collar peeking out from inside this person's jacket.

The clothes this young man was wearing inside looked somewhat familiar to him.

How could they be so similar to the patient gowns their hospital gave patients?

Could it be...

"Brother, which hospital are you hospitalized at?" Zhang Xianyang swallowed his saliva, feeling a bit nervous inside.

The young man didn't notice the abnormality in Zhang Xianyang's expression; he raised his left hand and pointed to the west: "Not far from here, it's that Tong'an Hospital."

Damn!

It really was the hospital where he worked!

Zhang Xianyang's heart skipped a beat, and the expression on his face instantly turned serious.

"What's your name?" Zhang Xianyang's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of sternness.

Since the incident happened at the hospital where he worked, Zhang Xianyang had to take it seriously.

A hospitalized patient going missing in the middle of the night was no small matter.

Although Orthopedics wasn't the department he was responsible for, after all, it was the hospital where he worked; if this person had an accident, it would still affect the hospital's reputation.

Only then did that person notice Zhang Xianyang's expression was a bit off; hearing Zhang Xianyang ask for his name, a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes, and he replied somewhat displeased: "Who are you? Why should I tell you my name?"

Zhang Xianyang took a deep breath, tried hard to calm his emotions, and stared into that person's eyes: "My name is Zhang Xianyang, I'm a doctor at Tong'an Hospital; which ward of Orthopedics are you in?"

"You're a doctor at Tong'an Hospital?" That person widened his eyes in surprise and immediately felt guilty.

He originally thought he had sneaked out without anyone knowing, but unexpectedly he happened to run into a doctor from the hospital.

Wasn't his luck just too bad?

Zhang Xianyang didn't have time for anything else; he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, preparing to call the duty doctor on the Orthopedics side.

Before anything unexpected happened, he had to hurry and get someone to come take this runaway patient in front of him back.

He didn't know whether the doctors and nurses on duty on the Orthopedics side had discovered a patient was missing by now.

Seeing Zhang Xianyang's movement, the young man immediately became a bit nervous; he quickly grabbed Zhang Xianyang's arm with his uninjured left hand and said with a pleading face: "Doctor, my name is Wu Xiaofei, don't call, I'll eat a portion of fried noodles and go back, please!"

"How can that be? Since you haven't been discharged, you must follow the hospital's arrangements; it's the middle of the night, if something happens to you, who will be responsible then?" Zhang Xianyang frowned and stared at Wu Xiaofei with a serious face.

This matter was no joke.

Zhang Xianyang had heard a classmate from his medical school talk about an incident; it happened at the hospital where his classmate worked; one day, a hospitalized patient finished an IV drip, secretly left the hospital at noon to buy things at the market across the street, and on the way back was hit by a car.

Fortunately, the person wasn't seriously hurt, just broke a few ribs, but the patient's family was unhappy, went to the hospital and made a big scene, causing quite an impact on the hospital.

Although that patient had sneaked out himself, the car accident happened during his hospitalization, so the hospital couldn't shirk responsibility either.

In the end, their hospital had no choice but to waive the patient's treatment fees and also pay some compensation.

The doctor responsible for that patient, as well as the nurse on duty, received different levels of punishment before the matter was suppressed.

Zhang Xianyang certainly didn't want this kind of thing to happen in their Hospital.