Chapter 486: Chapter 483 I am a Doctor
"Don’t just seem like it, give me a definite answer," Zhang Hao’s attitude was somewhat forceful.
"Sir, you’re here to find someone, not to drink," the server replied.
Zhang Hao didn’t rush to deny it, "Drinking is fine, too. Is it ready?"
"We’ve selected a more favorable package for you, is 198 alright?" the server asked.
Spending two hundred yuan on just a couple of drinks felt somewhat painful for Zhang Hao.
However, his main purpose today was to search for someone here. But it seemed improper to look for someone without making any purchases.
"Okay," Zhang Hao agreed promptly and entered his payment password.
After securing a single table, Zhang Hao approached the bar where there was no handsome bartender like the ones seen on TV.
Instead, the server brought over a bottle of vodka and a glass for him.
Observing the mixed crowd, Zhang Hao wasn’t in a hurry to open the bottle.
After a short while, suddenly a woman approached him, "Are you alone, handsome? Do you mind pouring me a drink?"
Zhang Hao looked at the woman; ’gaudy’ was the only adjective that came to his mind.
"It’s not convenient," Zhang Hao declined the woman’s request.
Yet the woman was not surprised at all, "Handsome guy, coming to a bar to drown your sorrows alone, did you have a fight with your girlfriend?"
"Be careful here, lest you get fished out like a fish in the water," she warned.
Zhang Hao smiled faintly, half of his face shrouded in darkness, "Thank you for the reminder."
Seeing that Zhang Hao truly had no intention of offering her a drink, the woman left in disappointment.
With her departure, Zhang Hao resumed his search, as if he had glimpsed someone with a similar figure to the woman’s.
But upon a full turn, seeing the person’s face revealed it wasn’t her.
Could it be that the woman didn’t work here?
While he pondered, a bout of coughing drew his attention involuntarily.
Turing his head, he saw a woman in a booth, cradling a drink in her hand and continuously coughing while bent over.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Hao immediately got up and walked over.
Others in the booth were surprised by Zhang Hao’s arrival.
One of the men there, armed with tattoos, sat watching Zhang Hao and loudly asked, "Who are you, what do you want?"
Ignoring him, Zhang Hao looked down at the woman and snatched the drink from her hand.
He poured the drink straight into the ice bucket, "So you really do work here."
The woman was patting her chest. Her attire was even more revealing than during the day, with her cleavage fully exposed, as if she wasn’t wearing underwear.
She looked up at Zhang Hao, and after a long moment, she recognized him.
"Oh, it’s you! You’re that doctor, huh? What, do doctors come to bars to spend money now?"
"Pretending to be all decent in the daytime at the hospital, aren’t you here to pick up women too?"
"What, no woman to leave with you today? Do you want me to go with you? You’ll have to get in line," she said.
Seeing the woman talk this way, Zhang Hao didn’t give her any face and yanked her up.
"Although at the hospital, my attitude towards you might indeed have been a bit poor, as a person, I focus on actions not on individuals."
"I have to be responsible for my patients; I can’t just let them do as they please. If you don’t listen to me, I don’t need to expend too much effort on you, but you shouldn’t take out your frustrations on others either."
The woman tried to break free from Zhang Hao’s grip, only to find that all her twisting and struggling was futile.
His grip on her wrist was firm and unyielding: "Let go, you’re hurting me."
The woman raised her voice considerably, attracting the curious gaze of nearby patrons.
Zhang Hao no longer cared about subtlety: "Did you write some words with lipstick on a silver-grey sedan today?"
It was only then that the woman realized Zhang Hao had come back to her for this very reason.
Having done something wrong, her conscience was naturally uneasy, but she relied on the courage from having had a few drinks.
She said brazenly, "Yes, I wrote it. So what? Can’t I let off some steam when you made me angry?"
"But that car isn’t mine. Didn’t you find out who the owner is?" Zhang Hao asked.
The woman sobered up quite a bit at this: "What do you mean that car isn’t yours? Then whose is it?"
"My car is black," Zhang Hao said.
The woman blinked, still able to distinguish black from silver-grey.
"Aren’t you surnamed Zhang?"
"There are plenty of people named Zhang at the hospital. Just among the heads, there are three. I’m from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, the director you vandalized is from Internal Medicine. Since you’re here, it’s a good opportunity for you to see just how angry Mr. Zhang is today."
While speaking, Zhang Hao took out his phone, pulled up the chat record from the group at the end of work this afternoon, and showed the entire conversation to the woman.
"I think you really need to go to the hospital tomorrow and apologize to Mr. Zhang. You’ve made it impossible for me to hold my head up high in front of him."
The woman felt somewhat embarrassed: "I didn’t know about any of that. And... and why should I apologize? I just wrote with lipstick, it can be wiped off."
"Since you don’t want to take responsibility for your actions, I see no reason to show you any courtesy, right?"
Seeing Zhang Hao putting it that way, the woman immediately panicked: "What exactly do you want to do, huh? Are you going to call the police? Have them arrest me?"
In that moment, the woman became emotionally agitated, and couldn’t help but start coughing.
The cough seemed as though it was tearing half her life away.
Suddenly, the woman’s throat moved, and Zhang Hao realized something was wrong. He quickly urged her to find a place to sit down.
But before she could even sit, a spurt of blood sprayed out.
Zhang Hao stepped back on seeing this, and the customers in the same booth also hastily retreated.
"What’s this? You come to work sick, and it isn’t contagious, is it?" a man said disdainfully.
The woman waved her hands repeatedly, even though she hadn’t managed to clean the blood from the corner of her mouth yet.
She hurriedly explained that she didn’t have any contagious diseases, that it was just recent chest and lung issues causing the incident.
Nevertheless, the other patrons refused to listen to the woman’s explanations.
They demanded the bar manager take responsibility and come over.
At this point, Zhang Hao stepped forward and said, "This is not a contagious disease. It’s just excessive smoking and drinking catching up to her."
When Zhang Hao said this, the others were not convinced, particularly a man with a tattooed arm.
Pointing at Zhang Hao, he asked, "And who might you be? What’s your relationship with her? Why should we believe what you say?"
Zhang Hao took out his ID and said, "I’m a doctor from Tong’an Hospital. She came to my department for a consultation today."
The tattooed arm examined Zhang Hao’s ID carefully. Seeing that it didn’t seem fake, he handed it back.
"Then you’d better check on her now. This really put a damper on the evening; we were just out here to have a good time, and had to run into such a woman."
Before he had finished speaking, the bar manager arrived and was taken aback upon assessing the scene.
He had never dealt with such a thorny issue before, but he could only try to soothe the upset customers for now and find out later what was going on with the woman.
