It was already past ten in the evening when he ran out of the hospital.
Xiao Tian, panting heavily, ran out along the stone path from the hospital entrance, constantly glancing back, thankful that no doctor seeking him as a mentor had chased after him.
Patting his chest, he gasped, "Damn, these doctors are too crazy..."
At that moment, Xiao Tian suddenly felt a bit hungry. He glanced around and saw that only a small restaurant opposite the hospital was still lit.
The restaurant was small and looked rather unhygienic. But Xiao Tian couldn't care less; filling his stomach was the priority.
Xiao Tian entered the restaurant and ordered a portion of Yu Xiang shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, and a bowl of rice. He also asked for a bottle of baijiu.
Faced with the food on the table, Xiao Tian devoured it like it was his enemy, leaving the plates spotless in less than ten minutes, as if they were scrubbed clean.
