Renxin Medical Hall opened its doors early today.
Everyone on West Street knew that Young Master Du was a lazy and gluttonous man. His late father left him a considerable family fortune, but sadly, Young Master Du was incompetent. He spent his days with a group of good-for-nothings, hunting with dogs and horses, and lingering in modest households, squandering the sizeable family wealth into nothing. When he finally came to his senses, all that was left was a small, dilapidated medical clinic on West Street, operating at a loss, barely surviving, and seemingly on the verge of shutting down.
But today, the medical clinic seemed different.
