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Meanwhile, after having lunch, Zhang Tianhao went directly to the entrance of the hospital, found a spot, and began to stroll around.

After all, he would have to go back to work soon, and going to work was not only about helping with things, but more importantly, about helping with surgeries, so he would feel a bit tired.

Just then, a young man selling cigarettes walked over, calling out his cigarettes as he went.

"Cigarettes, cigarettes."

"Hademen, Big Knife brand, cigarettes!"

He had originally intended to turn back, but he stopped and waved to the young man selling cigarettes, saying loudly, "Young man, give me a pack of cigarettes."

"okay."

The young man ran straight to Zhang Tianhao's side, carefully handed him a pack of cigarettes, and then whispered, "Young Master, Song Wen has been kidnapped by the Big Knife Gang. Our men are still with her and are currently at the warehouse in the west of the city. Do you think we should have our men handle this?"

"No need, just keep a close eye on her. I want to see what kind of monsters are behind her, since I still haven't figured out her background."

"The existence of someone like that is absolutely a ticking time bomb!"

"understand!"

At the same time, Zhang Tianhao handed over a dollar, opened the cigarette box, took out one, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep, satisfying drag.

Only then did he walk towards the hospital with a cheerful expression.

As for what just happened, he pretended not to know. After all, some things only have an effect if they can attract the attention of some people or be targeted by some people.

Song Wen's current identity will naturally attract some attention, and who went to rescue her is something to ponder.

He will go to rescue them even if no one else does, but not now.

Before figuring out Song Wen's identity, he still had to pretend that he was just a small-time doctor, not a doctor with super strong fighting skills.

The play still needs to be performed, but not every play has to be completed.

Perhaps Song Wen's show should be coming to an end soon.

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, he threw it aside and walked towards his office at the hospital.

Sitting there, his brow twitched. Who knew that this time, the Big Knife Gang incident had even drawn out Wang Yue, Song Wen, and that neighbor Zhang Fang.

Who is Zhang Fang, and who is Song Wen? Why did the two of them end up together, and why did Zhang Fang move to the neighborhood next to his house?

What is the purpose?
What does her man do? It's all a mystery, but I believe it will be solved soon.

After lost in thought for a while, he peeked over and saw Nurse Sun coming over to find him, preparing for an excellent surgery, since he spent most of the afternoon performing surgeries.

The body at the entrance had already been cleaned up by the police morgue team, and even washed with water many times. Except for a trace of blood, it returned to its original state.

But the smell of blood at the door was still quite strong; even inside the office, he could still smell the strong stench of blood.

It's all because his nose is too sensitive.

"I don't think it will have any impact tomorrow, since the smell is too strong."

"It's alright, let's go to the operating room. After all, the patients there need us more."

He smiled and walked directly to the operating room with Nurse Sun. Inside the operating room, only the two of them performed the surgery.

Then I saw Nurse Sun skillfully operating various tools, and even a lot of medicines.

Zhang Tianhao had nothing else to do but focus on his own surgery.

When the surgery ended that evening, Zhang Tianhao struggled to raise his arm, a bitter smile on his face.

"Nurse Sun, are you tired?"

"You're not even human, you bastard. You did thirteen surgeries in one afternoon by yourself. Are you even human? Five hours! The fastest took fifteen minutes, and the slowest took about half an hour. If you were doing these surgeries for someone else, you'd be lucky to do four or five."

"Yes, who would have thought the surgery would be so quick? But the result is still quite satisfactory."

He smiled and said that he had already done his best to perform the surgery and didn't have much time to think. Fortunately, it was just the two of them performing the surgery; some things were easy for them to understand.

"Not bad this time, right?"

"Thank you!"

"Alright, be careful!"

"understood!"

Nurse Sun still thanked her, after all, after thirteen surgeries, she could squeeze out a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine, and even a pill or two of other urgently needed medicines.

"The patient has already been wheeled out, so we should go home now."

"it is good!"

The two of them, exhausted, headed straight to the office and needed to change their clothes.

……

Before long, Zhang Tianhao changed his clothes, walked out of the office, pushed his bicycle, and walked down the street.

They weren't moving fast, and they weren't riding; they were just walking and looking around, as if slowly getting familiar with the area.

Seeing the vendors' cries on the street and smelling the aroma of snacks wafting from both sides, his mood improved considerably.

I walked up to a shop selling steamed buns and pointed to the buns in the steamer with a smile.

"Boss, find me a bun, all the buns, I'm taking them with me!"

"Sir, you're not kidding, are you? We have at least two or three hundred large steamed buns here. Are you sure you want to take them to go?"

At this moment, the boss also came over, greeted him with a smile, and then asked a question with some doubt.

"Yes, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to give some steamed buns to some homeless children. Do you think these steamed buns are worth selling?"

"Sell!"

"Okay, pack them all up."

He watched with a smile as the owner packed all the buns and put them in the basket next to him. After all, it was his car, so he loaded another basket on it.

There were more than two hundred buns, which the basket couldn't possibly hold, but he hid at least 30-40% of them, so the basket ended up holding them all.

He did not break his promise.

When I came to a place with a little beggar by the roadside, I gave him one. After all, the little beggar was very young, only a few years old, and he was indeed pitiful.

"Thank you uncle!"

"Thank you uncle."

The children's gratitude was quite genuine, and Zhang Tianhao continued to give gifts as he went, even scolding some of the little beggars who followed him.

“There’s only one available per person, and there aren’t any more. Go back now, or we won’t give you any more later, understand?”

"Thank you uncle!"

Some of the little beggars thanked them again and then ran back home.

When he got home, there were only a dozen or so buns left in the basket, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, you guys go back now. I only have a few left, and I haven't had dinner yet."

He pushed his bicycle to the main road near his home, and as he walked, he picked up a steamed bun and started eating it.

Seeing this, the little beggars knew they could get nothing more, so they all turned and ran away. (End of Chapter)