Chapter 192: Elena Ward Paid No Mind to the Stares Around Her

Elena Ward paid no mind to the stares around her. She had come to the hospital to save lives, not to please anyone.

Adrian Stone insisted on accompanying her to the cafeteria. Unable to dissuade him, Elena reluctantly let him tag along.

"Sorry, Dr. Ward," the cafeteria lady said apologetically. "All we have left are a few stale buns and half a plate of shredded potatoes." She glanced furtively at Director Cross, who sat in the corner, showing no reaction.

Elena sighed at the yellowed buns and meager portion of potatoes in her tray. This wouldn’t be enough for two people.

"Let’s eat outside," she whispered, tugging Adrian’s sleeve.

Adrian frowned at the pitiful leftovers. Was this what his girl had to endure at the hospital?

"Elena," he murmured, leaning closer, "should I pull some strings to transfer you to another hospital?"

She laughed softly. "I just got here. This is nothing." Rising on her tiptoes, she added in his ear, "Besides, I’m going to be the director here someday. Running away now would be cowardly."

Adrian chuckled, but before he could reply, a booming voice interrupted them.

"Dr. Ward! Where are you off to?"

Director Carter strode over, his sharp gaze flickering between them.

"This is my fiancé, Adrian Stone," Elena introduced. "The cafeteria’s out of food, so we’re heading out."

Director Carter’s expression darkened. "You have top-tier meal vouchers and still can’t get a proper meal? Come with me!"

Seeing the situation turning sour, Director Cross hurried forward. "Director Carter! I’ll have the kitchen whip up some specialties for you right away!"

"Make sure Dr. Ward gets a proper meal too!" Carter slammed his hand on the table. "Five dishes—now!"

Sweat beaded on Director Cross’s forehead as he nodded frantically. "Right away! Dr. Ward, just name what you’d like!"

Elena smiled sweetly and listed a few dishes, adding pointedly, "And double the beef stew with potatoes."

Adrian squeezed her hand, amused by the mischief in her eyes. His girl wasn’t one to be trifled with.

The kitchen erupted into chaos. Director Cross personally oversaw the preparations, inwardly cursing his misjudgment. He’d seriously underestimated her.