FWF Chapter 518 Hospital Cafeteria
Chapter 518 Hospital Cafeteria
Su Wan paused for a moment, then continued:
"In addition, the canteen at Yongshan Hospital is a shared area where medical staff, patients with unusual symptoms, and their families all eat."
"As outsiders and chosen ones, you are in a relatively weak position in the cafeteria."
"Therefore, try to remain humble and discreet, and be careful with your words and actions to avoid unnecessary trouble."
She turned slightly to the side and gestured with her chin toward the cafeteria entrance.
"The complete dining rules are posted at the entrance of the cafeteria. Everyone must read them carefully and memorize them before entering the cafeteria."
After saying that, Su Wan clapped her hands lightly.
"Now, you may go into the cafeteria to eat."
The crowd began to move.
On the wall to one side of the main entrance of the cafeteria, there is a yellowed and wrinkled piece of white paper with sloppy and cold black handwriting, which clearly lists the seven dining rules of the cafeteria.
When Lin Feng leaned over, Wasim had already squeezed to the front and whispered:
[Rule 1: Running, loud noise, and violent arguments are prohibited in the cafeteria.]
All living beings must maintain a low volume of communication throughout. If you hear someone screaming or shouting, do not look up.
[Rule 2: Do not initiate conversation with anyone who is not the Chosen One. If someone strangely approaches you or asks for food, do not respond, do not make eye contact, and pretend you did not hear them.]
Rule 3: Wasting food is strictly prohibited. All food, side dishes, and soup received from the window must be consumed completely.
[Rule 4: Faces and writing may occasionally appear on the white walls and ceiling of the cafeteria; this is normal.]
Do not stare at the wall for extended periods, and do not touch the wall surface.
[Rule 5: Those with higher ratings are not allowed to give food to those with lower ratings, and those with lower ratings are prohibited from begging or stealing food from others.]
[Rule 6: If the person who took the food does not eat within three minutes, they will emit a special fragrance that forcibly arouses the strange predatory desires of those around them.]
[Rule 7: Patients wearing tattered hospital gowns in the cafeteria are high-risk sources of contamination; please maintain a distance of at least 5 meters.]
If you accidentally come into close contact with the substance, you can ask the staff at the window for saline solution to relieve the discomfort.
After reading all seven rules, only rule number two caused Lin Feng a slight sense of irritation.
Lin Feng turned to the side and lowered his voice to remind the three people beside him: "Everyone, be careful with Rule 2, it might be wrong."
The three nodded solemnly at the same time.
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The group entered the cafeteria in an orderly fashion.
As Lin Feng walked in the middle of the line, the moment he crossed the threshold of the cafeteria, a mixture of the aroma of food, disinfectant, and a certain fishy-sweet smell wafted towards him.
The cafeteria was large with a high ceiling, and fluorescent tubes were embedded in the gray-white ceiling, with a few of them flickering slightly.
Nearly a third of the seats in the venue were already occupied—or, to be more precise, occupied by people.
The medical staff, dressed in white uniforms and expressionless, looked eerie; the patients, in old, yellowed clothes and with numb expressions, and the patients' family members, with strange appearances and distorted behavior, were scattered in twos and threes around the dining tables.
The moment the chosen one entered, most of the strange creatures in the cafeteria stopped what they were doing.
One by one, heads slowly turned, their cloudy eyes all turning towards the group of vibrant humans.
His eyes were direct and blatant, filled with undisguised greed and craving, like a hungry beast eyeing its prey that was within easy reach.
However, due to the unspoken rules of the cafeteria, all the strange occurrences were forcibly suppressed, and there was no unusual movement.
The north side of the cafeteria is lined with a row of food serving windows.
The left and right sides are clearly distinct.
There are three windows on the right, meant to evoke a sense of unease.
Above each window hung a dark-colored sign with characters carved into wood. The strokes were inlaid with something dark red, I don’t know if it was paint or something else.
The first signboard: 【Human Delicacies】
Lin Feng glanced around and saw that the dining table behind the window was set with normal food.
Rice, green vegetables, stir-fries, braised pork, steamed eggs... it's almost indistinguishable from a human canteen.
Behind the window stood a woman in a white apron, with a standard professional smile on her face, serving food to an elderly man in a hospital gown.
Everything is normal.
The second signboard reads: 【Hungry Ghost Dishes】
Behind the window were piles of all kinds of meat: large chunks, small pieces, whole strips, and minced meat.
Some were still steaming, while others had a layer of white, cold oil on their surface.
The color of the meat ranges from pinkish-white to deep red to almost black, like a gradient color swatch.
Behind the window stood a bizarre creature with a pig's head and a human body, its wide-open eyes fixed on the figures passing by, and thick saliva constantly dripping from its mouth and nose.
The third signboard: [Unspeakable Dishes]
On the dining table behind the window, there were several deep stainless steel bowls.
He didn't recognize what was in the basin at first glance; to be precise, he didn't want to recognize it.
But the eyes are more honest than the brain: clusters of dark red, tubular clumps, all too familiar in size and shape, are neatly arranged like some kind of raw food platter.
Human internal organs.
Lin Feng's gaze was immediately drawn away as if burned.
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The left side is the window for the chosen ones.
Five windows are arranged in a row, from right to left—from D to S.
Above each window is a glowing letter: D is grayish-black, C is yellowish-brown, B is light green, A is golden-green, and S is emerald green.
Different people were standing behind the window.
Behind the D and B level windows is an expressionless cafeteria lady, behind the A level window is a young female kitchen helper, and behind the S level window is a head chef.
A real chef, wearing a tall hat and a snow-white chef's uniform.
Lin Feng picked up his plate and walked towards the S-class window.
The chef glanced at the emerald green leaf badge on his left breast and nodded: "Please wait a moment, it will be made to order."
He turned around and took a steak from the refrigerator behind him—the marbling was clear, the fat was evenly distributed, and it looked like a genuine, high-quality piece of meat.
The chef lifted the iron plate next to him, the butter melted, the meat was placed on it, and a sizzling sound rang out. The aroma hadn't come out yet, but the feeling of being "treated seriously" made Lin Feng feel dazed for a moment.
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Evelyn, Wasim, and Martha walked toward the A-level window in turn.
The Grade A set meal is fixed and not made to order, but it looks very appealing.
A pan-fried fish fillet with lemon slices, a bowl of cream of mushroom soup, a small dish of vegetable salad, and two slices of whole wheat bread.
The portion wasn't large, but it was clean, neat, and nutritious.
After getting their food, the three of them quickly scanned the cafeteria with their trays and chose a table against the wall, away from the strange seats.
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Then comes Grade B.
Miranda stood in line at the B-grade window, looking at the choices before her: fried rice, fried noodles, dumplings, steamed buns...
They are all staple foods.
She ordered fried noodles. The noodles were uneven in thickness and stuck together in some places, but they didn't smell strange, so they were at least "edible".
Derek ordered fried rice, but the rice grains were clumped together and sticky, and the side dishes were wilted and mixed in.
He picked it up and smelled it; there was no strange smell, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The two sat down in the seats behind Wasim and the others...