He sighed, his expression somewhat worried.
Upon hearing the words "great epidemic," Lu Tong's eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the courtyard grew heavy.
Seeing this, Du Changqing cleared his throat, stood up, and said, "Why speak of such unhappy matters at a good banquet? Today we gather here to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the opening of Renxin Medical Hall—"
"If my old man knew about this from the afterlife, he would be comforted. After all, even if he himself were here, he might not have made it to forty-nine."
His interjection helped to dissipate some of the gloom that had just been present.
The host picked up the wine jar on the table, "I've bought sweet wine; before we eat, let's all raise a glass."
Just as he was about to remove the cork, Ji Xun, who had been mostly silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "Drinking alcohol is harmful to one's health; I have brought Green Bamboo Dew with me today, which we can use instead."
