บท 875: Something Does Not Feel Right

Early next day with a barely risen sun, Wei Jiayou freshened up and sprayed some Hermes Eau de Gentiane Blanche before going to the hospital's cafeteria for breakfast.

As soon as he got a bowl of hot soy milk, Wei Jiayou picked up a piece of deep-fried dough stick. Before he could dip it in, the sound of the helicopter's propeller came from the air.

"Hospitals these days are so rich. Helicopters could fly here from day to night. Whereas for us, we'll always be emptying our pockets when we go to the hospital." The diners next to his table were dissatisfied with the disturbance as they complained about the situation while drinking soy milk.

Wei Jiayou glanced at the other side and ignored them. People who drank soy milk instead of dipping deep-fried dough sticks in it were not worthy of respect.