Henry Brooks took a taxi to the hospital, but this time, because of traffic, it cost forty yuan. After Henry Brooks paid the fare, he looked at the money left in his hand—it was no longer enough for another taxi ride back.

“You’re here, you must not have eaten yet.” Brian Foster opened the door to let Henry Brooks in, then immediately turned around and started taking things out of two large bags. It was obvious this was his first time buying lunchboxes, and there were two sets—four dishes and one soup: “Come over and eat, it’s all homemade food from my family.”

Although Brian Foster’s income in Changzhi was quite substantial, it definitely wasn’t to the point where he could bring four dishes and a soup every time. Plus, eating in the cafeteria was very affordable, with hospital subsidies, making it even cheaper and better than cooking at home.

Looking at those two sets of packed food, Henry Brooks already understood.

Even though he knew Brian Foster was trying to curry favor, he still felt very comfortable inside. Homemade food—how long had it been since he’d had it? If Brian Foster had invited Henry Brooks to a fancy hotel, even a five-star one, Henry Brooks would have accepted, but he wouldn’t have thought much of it.

But looking at these four homemade dishes and one soup—a cold dish, a vegetable dish, plus pork ribs, chicken soup, and an ordinary carp—just seeing it warmed his heart.

Henry Brooks rubbed his hands together excitedly: “Then I won’t be polite.”

“It’s nothing special, just some homemade food. Your sister-in-law improved my meals today, so it’s normal for you to join in.” Brian Foster handed chopsticks to Henry Brooks, feeling quite surprised himself. When he got the notice earlier, he had even withdrawn twenty thousand yuan, planning to treat Henry Brooks to a big meal. When that didn’t work out, he came up with this idea.

Eating like this, no one could say anything. He hadn’t expected Henry Brooks to be so happy—looks like he really made the right call this time. He’d even worried this young master would look down on it.

Henry Brooks had just exercised that afternoon, his body had loosened up a bit, and his appetite was especially good—he ate most of the food.

After Henry Brooks finished eating, Brian Foster tidied up a bit, then took a few cards out of the drawer: “I’m on night shift all this week. I came early to help you get all your cards done. Look, this is your salary card, this is your public transport card, this is for the cafeteria, and this…” Brian Foster took out seven cards in one go, even including a supermarket shopping card.

“Is there any money on these cards?” Henry Brooks asked bluntly. “You know, what I need now is cash.”

Brian Foster gave a wry smile: “Just now…the director talked to me. Because I know your identity, even I’m included in the money issue.”

“Heh… Grandpa really thought of everything, even told you not to lend me money.” Henry Brooks was surprised—seems Grandpa was really determined this time.

“Heh…heh…” Brian Foster smiled helplessly, but didn’t dare comment. This was a family matter—no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be right, so he simply stayed quiet.

Suddenly, Brian Foster remembered something: “Oh right, because you fainted before, I was worried your body couldn’t handle it, so I talked to the director. He said you could rest for about another week, but after that, you have to be scheduled for work. Your salary will start from then, and this was also mentioned by the higher-ups.”

“No need for a week. Today’s Thursday—just schedule me for work starting next Monday. If possible, please put me on night shifts.”

As he spoke, Henry Brooks was already heading out.

Night shifts? Brian Foster stroked his beardless chin. Changzhi Hospital was a big hospital—night shifts weren’t as easy as most people imagined, and staying up late was tough. Unless you were like him, a duty supervisor, and could get some free time.

Could it be this young master had changed and really wanted to endure hardship? Becoming like this, not only did he not lose his temper or go to the old man, he could even take it so lightly—how strange.

……

Whether in his previous life or this one, it was Henry Brooks’s first time taking a bus. He searched for a long time before finding the right route.

Although the rush hour had passed, there were still plenty of people getting on and off. Watching everyone squeeze inside, Henry Brooks stood there, a bit at a loss.

Behind him were a few young men, their eyes all glancing at Henry Brooks, exchanging a look in an instant.

Well-dressed, thin, inexperienced—even watching people squeeze onto the bus seemed novel. Yep, he’s the one.

“Bro, bro, hurry up, get on…”

Henry Brooks was relaxed and in no rush to squeeze in, but the four of them flanked him, two on each side, and the two behind seemed eager to push in. With that push, Henry Brooks was shoved toward the bus door.

Three people trying to get on at once naturally made it hard, and in an instant, it became a chaotic squeeze.

“Don’t push me…”

“Damn, give me some space, who the hell is pushing me? Are the people behind in such a hurry to die?”

“Are you blind? Who’s stepping on my foot? Hurry up in front, I’m in a rush…”

……

These guys were the loudest. Behind them, two older women, seeing their behavior, clutched their bags to their chests with both hands, watching them warily. They had been eager to squeeze on, but now stepped back a few paces, deciding to wait for the next bus.