Hearing the person behind him strike up a conversation, Fang Cheng turned his head to look.
In the dimly lit corridor, a middle-aged uncle in a security guard uniform, flashlight in hand, came walking over.
"I remember you."
Seeing Fang Cheng's slightly surprised expression, the security guard uncle explained with a chuckle:
"You're the boxing expert who helped our security department deal with those hooligans that day."
Fang Cheng recalled the incident, smiled faintly at him, and politely returned the greeting.
It seemed he was bored with his night shift duties.
The security guard uncle also walked out to the balcony, chatting in an overly familiar way:
"Did a family member fall ill and end up in the intensive care unit?"
Fang Cheng nodded, his gaze landing on the building across the way blocked by barriers, and casually asked:
"It's indeed strange to see soldiers stationed at your hospital."
"Yeah."
