It was a hot summer day, and the sun was blazing down mercilessly.
There weren't many pedestrians on West Street in the afternoon, but there was quite a commotion under the Li Zishu tree at the entrance of Renxin Medical Hall.
A pile of old and worn miscellany gathered at the entrance, where Du Changqing held a rough drawing, discussing with Yin Zheng where the new medicine cabinet should be placed as he fanned himself.
The cobbler next door had moved away from West Street, leaving their shop vacant.
