By now, the time had reached midnight!
In the deep autumn of Anyang, the chill had set in.
Yet, a group of people emerged from the Provincial Second Hospital, their spirits high.
Tang Jinbo and Chen Cang walked together, talking and laughing, their hands constantly sketching a blueprint for the future, recounting tales of past struggles.
Most of the hospital leaders had left, leaving only Qin Xiaoyuan, Li Jianwei, and Li Baoshan behind.
Tomorrow was Saturday, and no one would be working.
On a whim, Qin Xiaoyuan suddenly said, "Professor Tang has come from afar, how about we head to the night market for some food and drink? Anyang's night market is quite a feature too, gathering flavors from all directions. On this land of Anyang, they're crushed and blended, creating a unique taste!"
Tang Jinbo smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble Director Qin."
The group arrived at the night market, dressed in suits and leather shoes, but each took a seat on little stools.
