The monthly cost of this sanatorium was not cheap. It was at least six digits. The food, clothes, and accommodation were not very good, but it was definitely much better than the hospital.
Ever since Old Master Jiang became old, his health had not been very good. He stayed in the sanatorium all year round and did not go home.
Jiang Xianrou was already used to the sanatorium.
She picked up her coffee cup and took a small sip. Then, she looked at her phone and saw the message Liang Lu had sent her.
She said that there was a school opening ceremony at Qing University. Their department was going to organize a program or something when the time came. She hoped that she could go.
Regarding the medical competition previously, she and Liang Lu had lost face together. Even the entire Clinical Department had lost face.
