Outside the treatment room, Zhou Kuangsheng sat with a thin, scholarly-looking young man, chatting intermittently.
The short, plump man was a foreman, scurrying back and forth, and soon brought over a cup of Master Kang instant noodles with a braised egg, a pack of pickled vegetables, and a sausage for the young man. "Old Zhou, I'll go make your noodles for you. Have something to fill your stomach first!"
After he finished speaking, it wasn't long before the instant noodles were brought over and placed on a chair with the pickles, sausage, and braised egg added in.
Zhou Kuangsheng gave a smile, "Foreman, you guys go on and get busy. We're fine here."
The short, plump man nodded, "You guys take care of this first, I'm going to get them something to eat."
Having said that, he got up and left!
Fortunately, it was Zhou Kuangsheng's left hand that was injured. His right hand was still free to do anything. After a brief bandaging by the nurse, the bleeding had stopped now.