Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Zhang Yan pouted, looking unhappy. He turned his head away, not looking at anyone.

Who would have thought that Mr. Zhang, who usually gets furious in the conference room, has such a side to him? This made Su Boding, who followed Zhang Yan every day, feel a little unbelievable.

Su Boding has been working as an assistant to Zhang Yan since graduating from college. This scene directly refreshed Su Boding's perception of Zhang Yan over the years. Zhang Yan usually has a cold face and doesn't like to communicate with people outside of work. No one can tell his mood, and his face is even uglier when he is angry.

Seeing Zhang Yan’s aggrieved look, Lin Feng didn’t want to continue lecturing him. If he went to the dean to complain about him, it would be a waste of time.

"Everyone is here..." Aunt Liu's arrival broke the awkward situation, "Why are you all standing here? Sit down and eat."

Aunt Liu took out the things in her bag one by one, not caring about the current situation of these three people, because they still had to eat.

"This belongs to the young master, this belongs to Doctor Lin, and this belongs to Assistant Su."

This made Lin Feng feel embarrassed. He had already eaten at noon, and it would not be good to eat again at night.

"Aunt Liu, I can eat in the cafeteria. You don't have to prepare meals for me. Our hospital has a rule that we cannot accept gifts from patients."

"Oh, Doctor Lin, the food in the cafeteria is not as delicious as the food at home. Besides, this is not a red envelope to bribe the doctor. Madam heard that it was Doctor Lin who bandaged the young master's wound in the first time, and thanked Doctor Lin for saving his life. She just wanted Doctor Lin to have a good meal while he was working so hard."

Well, it seems that someone will take care of my three meals a day from now on. Even if I don't eat, Aunt Liu will prepare meals for me, and it seems that Aunt Liu is not under Zhang Yan's control. After Lin Feng knew about this, he couldn't be mean to Zhang Yan anymore, he could only pamper her. What else could he do?

"Aunt Liu, you are so nice. You even prepared a meal for me." Su Boding didn't care about that. He hadn't had a proper meal all day and was hungry. He knew that Aunt Liu was called by Mrs. Zhang from the old house of the Zhang family. Her cooking skills were naturally good. It would be a waste not to eat it.

Aunt Liu actually didn't know that Su Boding was there. She habitually prepared an extra portion of rice in case something unexpected happened during the journey and the food was spilled. She was also worried that Zhang Yan and Lin Feng wouldn't have enough to eat, so it was always a good idea to prepare an extra portion. If they couldn't finish it, she could take it home and eat it herself.

No one talked or chatted during the meal.

Su Boding didn't want to talk about work in front of outsiders, Zhang Yan was sulking, and Lin Feng had nothing to say.

After dinner, everyone went back to work. Su Boding reported today's work progress, asked Zhang Yan to sign a few documents, and left. Before leaving, he made two phone calls and ordered midnight snacks and milk tea desserts for the medical staff.

Lin Feng returned to the office and saw a takeaway box on his desk. The label on it was still on. It was fried rice. He thought someone had delivered it to the wrong person. The recipient was Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang was really stupid. He forgot the takeaway on his desk after get off work.

Seeing that it was still noon, Lin Feng remembered that he had been busy removing Zhang Yan's ureter and had no time to go to the cafeteria for lunch, so he asked Xiao Wang to order takeout for him. He had forgotten about this because Aunt Liu had prepared a meal for him.

Looking at the price on the takeout order, I quickly transferred the money to Xiao Wang.

"Sorry, I forgot to order takeout for lunch."

Xiao Wang quickly clicked the payment button at home, and then replied with a rabbit emoticon that said "received".

Zhang Yan sat on the bed, bored, and planned to read a book to kill time, "Chinese Feng Shui". He was indeed quite free.

I hadn’t read more than two pages when my phone prompted me to receive a WeChat message.

Zhang Lingbei: "Uncle, are you asleep?"

"not yet."

Zhang Lingbei didn't expect Zhang Yan to reply immediately, so he immediately made a voice call.

Zhang Yan looked at the phone interface and couldn't help but frowning. He didn't know who gave this kid this bad habit.

"Uncle."

"Ah."

Zhang Yan knows how to kill a conversation.

However, Zhang Lingbei is not an ordinary person. He doesn't know how to read people's faces. Of course, he can't see that this is not a video call.

"Uncle, how are you? Where are you hospitalized? I'll go see you."

"If you have something to say, please say it quickly."

"That little grandma said you had a car accident, and she asked me to come and see you," to see if you had eaten well.

"I'll give you double the red envelope she gives you." So this is the happiness of rich people.

"Uncle, this is not good..."

"Three times, and a TV series."

"Uncle, you are so nice. I have to come and see you even more." Zhang Lingbei almost jumped up on the other end of the phone. "Grandma asked me to take pictures and take group photos. This will determine whether she will end her travel plan early and return home."

"Got it. I'll let Xiao Ding arrange it."

Zhang Yan knew that this guy was not so easy to get rid of, but who can make his mother happy? Spending money for fun is quite cost-effective. This can also make his mother feel at ease abroad. Why should she return home to suffer because of worrying about him?

Lin Feng sorted out the patient's medical records and made corresponding arrangements and preparations for tomorrow's ward rounds and surgery. Then he received a call from the security guard downstairs, saying that someone had delivered midnight snacks to the doctors and nurses on the 11th floor and asked if this was true.

"Hello, is this the Orthopedics Department on the 11th floor? There are a few people here who said they are here to bring midnight snacks to your department for the doctors and nurses."

At 8:30 pm, family members were prohibited from visiting the patients. At 9 pm, the side door of the inpatient building was closed, and everyone could only enter and exit through the main door. It was already past the curfew time. Suddenly, several people came with large and small bags, saying they were delivering midnight snacks. The security guards didn't dare to let them in. If these people made any noise and were complained, their bonuses would be gone.

"Let them in. I'll meet them at the door of the department."

I don’t know how many midnight snacks Su Bo Ding ordered, and it takes several people to deliver them. Lin Feng has a bad feeling.

"Go in, go in." The security guard waved his hand and asked the people to go in. "Keep your voices down. The patients in the building are all asleep. You were not allowed to go up. They had to come down to get it."

"Okay, okay, there are too many things here. Sorry to trouble the doctor to make another trip. We must be careful to keep our voices down. I'll give you this pork chop rice."

The old man was laughing so happily. It was the first time he had encountered such a good thing in all his years of night shift. "This...is not good? Didn't I tell the doctors and nurses to give it to them?"

Although the old man said this, he took the item without any hesitation.

“How can that be? Master, you are also a hospital staff member and you have food to eat too.” It was obvious that this was not a delivery man. A delivery man could not make such a decision.

Su Boding asked the manager of a restaurant under the group to arrange a midnight snack. The manager thought that it was Mr. Zhang who wanted to have a midnight snack, so he hurried over to deliver the snack to the medical staff.

Sure enough, when the elevator door opened, it was packed with people and food incubators, which made Lin Feng feel that he didn't need to go to the cafeteria for breakfast tomorrow.

The manager arranged for someone to deliver all the stuff to the duty room. There were so many boxes that someone who didn't know would think it was an emergency room or hospitalization.

"Doctor Lin, there are still people hospitalized so late?" Some patients and their families who had not rested were standing in the corridor watching the excitement.

"No, this is a midnight snack sent by Bed 62 for everyone. You can come and get it if you want, but you must be careful about your diet. People who have surgery tomorrow can't eat anything." Lin Feng felt that these things would definitely not be finished by the few people in his department alone, so it would be better to distribute them to everyone than to waste them.

"Thank you Dr. Lin."

The news spread quickly, and finally the entire floor knew there was a free midnight snack, and people were lining up outside the duty room waiting for the snack.

"This is my business card. Please call me if you have any questions. Someone will come to collect the box tomorrow." After saying that, the manager took his people away and did not even go to Zhang Yan's ward to take credit.

There were two boxes of milk tea, not cheap, from Heytea, one warm and one iced. There were also fried chicken, hamburgers, French fries, fried noodles, egg fried rice, rice with toppings, steamed buns, porridge, bread, desserts, and even crayfish...

Lin Feng felt that if the hospital environment did not allow it, the manager would have sent the hot pot.