The hospital was really quiet.
Deep in the night, a place like a hospital would seem more desolate.
Quan Shaoteng waited fruitlessly for another whole day. After taking a nap earlier around noon, he took on the night duty again.
Although Cheng Zheng didn't like him, he felt that he needed to step in. "Why work so hard? You should take a rest. Let me help you with the night duty!"
"I can't do that." Quan Shaoteng looked at him lazily. "I can't do your work. You can't help with my work either."
"Can't you use anyone else from your team?" Cheng Zheng furrowed his eyebrows at his stubbornness.
"It's different," replied Quan Shaoteng casually, before suddenly sniffing the air. "What smell is this?"
Cheng Zheng was startled. "I don't smell anything."
Quan Shaoteng gave him a glance. "Something wrong with your nose? It's the smell of stewed pork with brown sauce. You didn't smell it?"
