Private hospitals are generally not busy during lunchti, especially in the neurology departnt, as there are rarely any ergencies that require imdiate attention.
Qu Jing had never participated in colleague lunches during her ti in Shan City. To avoid exposing her social anxiety, she always kept her interactions to a minimum. Initially, colleagues and bosses would invite her, but seeing her withdrawn personality, they eventually stopped.
It was the sa during her studies. Despite studying abroad, she never made friends or gained experience in social gatherings.
Qu Jing nervously gathered her things.
"Xiao Qu, I rember you have a severe UV allergy. We plan to take the subway and then a shared bike. Is a mask and hat enough for you? Would you like to take sothing else to wrap up?" Director Liu asked with concern.
Qu Jing was startled, "Subway and then a shared bike?"
Is the branch in Gusu paying that low? The lunch break isn’t that long. Qu Jing just checked the location of Huang Ji Restaurant—it’s quite far from the hospital, with at least a 30-minute drive.
Taking the subway and then a shared bike would take even longer, probably an hour and a half back and forth.
The hospital’s lunch break can be extended but only up to two and a half hours at most.
"Aren’t... aren’t we driving?" Qu Jing quietly asked.
"You’re not from around here, so you might not know. At lunchti, the roads near Huang Ji are notoriously jamd, especially since Master Qin arrived. The area swarms with food delivery and errand services around noon."
"Last ti, the pathology departnt drove out without experience, stuck for over an hour, and reached Huang Ji at 1:30—missing the service ti, so they had to return starving, albeit on clear roads."
"Make sure to wear your gloves properly. On your face... I think a mask isn’t enough. Use a scarf to cover up too. Once you’re out of the subway, you need to grab a bike quickly, pedal fast, or we might miss out on the Fernted Rice with Stead Buns," Director Liu sternly advised.
Qu Jing nodded seriously, assuring that once off the subway, she’d pedal as fast as she could, not falling behind.
When it was ti to leave, Director Liu led the neurology doctors in a grand procession to the subway station.
To avoid any unexpected incidents, the neurology departnt specifically left one doctor to eat in the hospital cafeteria.
According to Director Liu, they rotate shifts. If Qu Jing’s study delay continues and lunch gatherings increase in frequency, she would get her turn to stay behind.
Of course, staying in the departnt isn’t bad either, you can call for errands and still enjoy a al.
The only drawback is that the snacks delivered lose the onsite dining taste.
Fernted Rice with Stead Buns tastes best fresh out of the pot, hot and steaming, and any other ti wouldn’t be the finest.
So declared Director Liu.
Experienced doctors had already boarded the subway, while inexperienced rich heirs, CEO assistants, and foodies were stuck in traffic.
Having failed to get a discounted express car, Ouyang saw the increasing ride fare amidst the traffic and considered waiting for a straight-up price, finding it wiser to wait anyway—waiting for the latter would at least save so money.
Ouyang’s heart was bleeding.
Even though he secured a fund from his parents for this survey—
he’d need to rent a place, eat at Huang Ji repeatedly, and return to Shan City before the year-end.
All this was achieved through great effort, talking till his lips went dry, and playing tricks with Lemon Tea for money!
Ouyang insisted that although he ca from wealth, he was a thrifty rich kid.
Fine, it’s co to this; let’s check Huang Ji’s nu.
At a glance.
Ouyang: !!! So pricey!
yuan for a Fernted Rice with Stead Bun???
Heavens, isn’t this bun only 5 yuan at Yunzhong Restaurant? No wonder Qin Huai wouldn’t return to Yunzhong, he must be making a fortune here!
Ouyang glanced at the Three at Buns.
each.
Is this really the Three at Buns he knows?
Ouyang felt he couldn’t go on like this anymore; he also wanted Squirrel Mandarin Fish, Sizzling Fried Eel, Wensi Tofu, and Eight Treasure Duck, all costlier dishes.
After years of tight budgeting, Ouyang had completely learned when to save, when to spend, and how to cycle to bars. He decisively called Qin Huai.
Busy with preparing dumpling filling, Qin Huai was surprised to see Ouyang calling, picked up the phone: "Hello."
"Godfather!!!"
Qin Huai: ...Did Ouyang lose his mind craving snacks?
"Godfather, I need you, Godfather!"
Qin Huai silently moved the phone away from his ear and asked: "Sothing up? Make it quick, I’m making buns."
"I’m stuck on the way to Huang Ji."
"Calling won’t help if you’re stuck on the way to Huang Ji; I’m not in Shan City, I can’t use Mr. Luo’s car. Wait, you’re stuck on the way to Huang Ji? Are you in Gusu?" Qin Huai was surprised.
"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, but... I’ll tell you more later. Right now, the pressing issue is that the dishes at your Huang Ji are too expensive. With the limited funds from my parents, I can’t afford it!"
"Godfather, can you pull so strings and fix so snacks?"
Qin Huai: ...?
Are you truly the prodigal rich heir who could lose 6.6 million yuan running a fish hotpot place?
What on earth changed you, Ouyang, that you’re living like a pauper now?
"Around what ti will you arrive?" Qin Huai asked.
"Um... given the current situation, probably around 12:40 or even 12:50. I didn’t expect this section to be so jamd, though I booked a hotel not far from Huang Ji."
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