Conspiracy

At the entrance of East Lake City's public hospital, a man was pushing a small cart along the street, selling fried rice.

There was a good amount of pedestrian traffic at the entrance of the hospital. They passed by the man's cart, but none of them approached him to buy his food.

Chen Yiming was also one of the pedestrians who had passed by the cart.

"Why would someone suddenly sell fried rice at the entrance of the hospital? Will anyone buy it?" Chen Yiming asked doubtfully.

If a person of good family background was hospitalized, they would hardly eat street food like the fried rice which was of dubious origin.

Given the current situation, in order to save as much money as possible, most people would cook in their own homes.

The hawkers did not have much room to survive.

"Let's go, he's here."