The night was silent.
It was late, and the lamps in the lodgings of the Medical Officer Institute had long been extinguished. Only a sparse few stars dotted the ink-like expanse of sky above, but the moon at its center shone with exceptional clarity, casting a thin, chilly glow on the willows in the small courtyard in front of the institute hall.
Lin Danqing had gone to fetch water, and after having washed up, Lu Tong sat down at the long table in the room.
The lodgings at the Medical Officer Institute were much better than those at the Southern Pharmacy. Although the furnishings were not richly exquisite, they were clean and orderly. The writing desk, short couch, wooden cupboard, and bedding were all complete.
Lu Tong and Lin Danqing shared a room, one staying in the inner chamber and the other in the outer. This arrangement had been specially requested from Chang Jin by Lin Danqing.
