The hospital cafeteria food was passable enough—standard big-pot cooking, nothing unpleasant. As for the meals provided to inpatients and their families, Wang Yan had not tried them, but they looked rather less appetizing.
Still, they had one advantage: they were cheap, and nutritionally adequate. They might not have been particularly delicious, but that was only normal. Something always had to give.
Wang Yan had specifically asked around about it. The hospital cafeteria was contracted out to the chief director's brother-in-law. The food was decent enough; there were no major faults to pick at. After all, it would be incredibly stupid to make money directly by cutting corners on food for doctors and patients. The real profit would only show up when the accounts were settled. Just like the cafeteria at Wang Yan's police station—the ingredients were good, the meals were nutritious, and they were free, yet money was still made during settlement.
Wang Yan did not dwell on it. If he were the director of public security, he would definitely clean house from top to bottom. But he was only a minor police officer. There was no point in dealing with one case when he had no way to deal with them all; it would only create more trouble for himself. Such matters certainly needed to be cracked down on hard, but he could not personally supervise everything, so he simply let it be...
After lunch, Wang Yan wandered through the hospital wards under the vice director's accompaniment. It was the noon break now, and the outpatient building was relatively quiet, so they could only stroll through the inpatient building.
Of course, visiting the inpatient building was exactly what Wang Yan wanted. He still remembered Zhuo Liming. Since he had come to the hospital on a call today, he could