บท 27: Chapter 27

Another emergency night shift.

Chen Cang felt that working the night shift was like playing the lottery. If luck was on your side, you'd draw a great fortune, peace reigning across the land, and you could actually get some rest—maybe even catch some sleep.

But if you were unlucky!

Alas...

A big crowd might stumble in, bloodied from some misfortune, keeping you busy all night.

Just as Chen Cang's thought settled, he heard a tumultuous din erupt from the outpatient hall.

Trouble had struck!

Chen Cang hurried outside, and as soon as he stepped out, was assaulted by a wave of alcohol fumes.

Jeez, were you guys drinking surgical spirits or what?

Such a strong stench!

You could smell them before you saw them!

Peeking around the corner, Chen Cang instinctively stepped back a half pace.

Because...