At 9 a.m., with the crackle and pop of firecrackers spreading throughout the entire village, Zhao Yang's clinic officially opened.
As expected, although the news about Zhao Yang opening a clinic had been known by everyone in the area for a while, even with the firecrackers sounding throughout the village, every household remained eerily quiet.
Usually, there were always a few children playing around the elderly women at the entrance of the Li family ancestral hall, but today they were nowhere to be seen.
In front of the small clinic, aside from Zhao Yang, Zhao Yishan, Yingtao, and Zhang Xiuer, there were only three old friends of Zhao Yishan who had come from the neighboring village to congratulate him.
With the three old friends present, the situation seemed even more awkward. Zhao Yishan stood at the entrance of the clinic, his face almost black as coal, somewhat regretting making that phone call in his moment of excitement while drinking that day.
