Hospital outpatient clinics usually start at 8:00 in the morning.
Before 7 o'clock in the morning, the front of the hospital has gradually become lively.
When the first bus arrived at the Station City People's Hospital in the morning, two-thirds of the compartments that were originally full of passengers rushed out in an instant, and the compartments were more than half empty at once.
I saw that almost all the people who got off the bus were elderly people, and they all came to the hospital for physical examination or follow-up consultation. There are also some women who are planning to go to the inpatient department to take care of their relatives.
7:30.
The road in front of the Municipal People's Hospital was already blocked by a long queue of traffic, and the traffic was so congested that it was almost completely paralyzed.
These are private cars that drive to the hospital in the early morning to see a doctor or pick up their relatives. Because the parking spaces in the hospital are full, they can only be congested on the motorway outside the hospital.
It's 8 o'clock.
The road in front of the hospital was already crowded with people, and there was a lot of noise.
All kinds of breakfast spots and snack vendors filled the originally wide sidewalk, and it suddenly became overcrowded.
But people never get tired of buying breakfast, nibbling hot fresh steamed buns, and taking a sip of steaming soy milk to warm their stomachs... This is a vibrant life.
Although with the hustle and bustle of the world, this is the most real life.
There is a different kind of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle...People only need to run around to make ends meet, make money with peace of mind, and have family reunions after get off work, without worrying about wars, family destruction, and homelessness...It is a wonderful world in peace! !
Just one alley away from the Municipal People's Hospital, there is a Sandu Hotel.
Room 304.
Facing the golden morning light, with warmth rubbing his face, Fangzheng stood behind the curtains, watching the outside world gradually recover and the bustling world, thinking of all the things that had happened in recent days, he suddenly felt a little lyrical.
Only peace can have sister paper!
Only in peace can there be games!
Only peace can have delicious food!
All opponents of peace are heretics!
It's just that from checking in in the middle of the night last night until almost noon, Fangzheng squatted and watched for a long time, but he never saw any grayish-white aura appearing from the hospital, so he felt very angry.
"It seems that the gray and white air that appeared last time was just an accidental event, and it doesn't happen every day."
Fang Zheng felt a little regretful, so he had to prepare to return to his residence first.
He had to return to his residence before noon, otherwise he would waste three hours of precious training time at noon.
As for entering the hospital to investigate the truth
Last time he just stayed at the door for a while, and immediately a soldier brother came up to check strictly. As for the security level in the hospital, it is naturally conceivable.
So just dismiss the idea.
…
American BBQ self-service barbecue restaurant.
"Xiao He, you don't have to do anything today, just be in charge of keeping an eye on the guests at table 16 for me. If he dares to hide a chicken bone or waste food, tell me right away! See how I punish him until he goes bankrupt! "
The lobby manager's face was very ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot.
That pair of eyes, as if wanting to eat people, makes people's scalp explode.
It is conceivable that the lobby manager is in a bad mood at this time. The waiters and chefs in the store dare not look directly at the lobby manager's cannibalistic gaze at this time, for fear of getting angry.
"Manager, the guest at table 16, don't talk about picking up chicken bones, he can't even pick up a single chicken bone." A waiter said with a bitter face.
"How do you know?" The lobby manager looked fiercely like an angry lion.
"That guy's eating looks are even more ferocious than dinosaurs. He swallowed the whole chicken skeleton into his stomach, and even the shell crabs were eaten with the shell and meat. I've been keeping an eye on him." The waiter couldn't help complaining.
"Not to mention, this guest is the person who eats the cleanest food and wastes the least food I have ever seen. Emma, there is not even a bone or a piece of minced meat on the table. Manager, tell me... we Could it be a supernatural event haunted by a starving ghost?"
At the end, the waiter shrank his neck timidly.
"The size of a starving ghost! Have you ever seen a ghost who is so non-mainstream Shamat, eating a buffet and wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap, afraid that he is a big star, Internet celebrity, and will be recognized by others!" The manager in the lobby just scolded his head and covered his face.
"But it's the first time in my life that I've seen someone eat crabs, including the shells, like eating glass scum..." the waiter was speechless.
The manager in the lobby was startled, and turned around to take a closer look, okay... It really shocked the world! !
His eyeballs bulged like light bulbs.
A whole hand-grilled chicken, including the chicken skeleton and meat, was eaten in two bites.
A lobster weighing two catties, when it came to the guest's mouth, it was like biting a piece of bread, with the shell, the head, and two big claws.
This scene left people stunned and their scalp numb.
It was like a gluttonous monster hidden in his body.
There are ten thousand words of MMP in my heart, I don't know whether to say it or not.
Previously, when he saw that table No. 16 was always clean, he saw only empty dishes and no bones. He didn’t spit out bones everywhere like other customers. He thought it was because the waiters in the store cleaned up diligently.
Who would have thought that it would be such a terrifying scene.
Afterwards, the lobby manager finally had a deep understanding of what it means to live like a year.
The guests at table 16 ate more food in one minute than the average family of three could eat. Most importantly, they had been eating continuously for several hours.
Finally, in the pious prayers that the lobby manager had never had before, the time was difficult until 9:30 p.m. at closing time.
Then, Fang Zheng, who was reincarnated like a starved ghost, was politely invited out of the cafeteria.
"Manager, your store's secret grilled chicken tastes very good. It reminds me of the familiar taste of my childhood, and I still remember that I was the first person in the village to eat KFC chicken bones." Fang Zheng recalled.
The lobby manager asked curiously: "What about the chicken?"
Fangzheng glanced at the manager: "That year was my little aunt's birthday. I took the pocket money I had saved up for a month, rode a Phoenix bicycle, and brought my little aunt into the city to eat KFC."
"Then you are really filial." The lobby manager said with a smile.
"No, my little aunt is three years younger than me." Fangzheng said solemnly.
"… "Lobby manager.
"Manager, your store has brought back the familiar taste of my childhood and successfully earned a repeat customer. Can you let me enter the store for another hour?" Fangzheng looked sincerely.
"… "Lobby manager.
"Excuse me sir, we are already closed." The lobby manager slammed the door with a dark face.
From tomorrow...no, right now, let the back kitchen take off the hand-grilled chicken immediately, the god damn childhood is familiar with the taste!
This is clearly a slap in the face to say that the food in their store is unpalatable, and it is not as good as KFC more than ten years ago.
Outside the store door, Fangzheng glanced at the moon at a hesitant elevation angle of 45°.
Every time he practiced, he would be frantically hungry, and then eat for six or seven hours, which made him very distressed.
Especially a waste of time.
He had to find another way to solve the problem of being hungry every time he practiced, otherwise the efficiency of this practice would be too low.
(end of this chapter)