The next day, early in the morning, after breakfast.
Zhu Qing had already gone to the hospital, while Zhang Xian and Zhu Wen were watching television in the clinic.
"Haha, Zhang Xian, look at this fool, he's hilarious." Zhu Wen laughed heartily as he watched a comedic scene on TV.
Such a smile hadn't appeared on his face in a while. He had always wanted to open his own clinic, and although he had achieved his dream, it was not going as well as he had hoped.
Fortunately, the appearance of Zhang Xian had brought about a turn of events and completely resolved his most significant concern. These last few days had indeed been joyful.
Zhang Xian glanced at the TV and chuckled. The scene they had just watched was indeed a classic comic moment.
"Zhang Xian, Zhang Xian..."
Suddenly, Dong Qian ran into the clinic, held Zhang Xian's hand, and said, "My mother... my mother is ill again. Can you come and see her with me?"
