The clinic these past few days, seemed very quiet, with only a sparse number of patients coming in to get medication for various symptoms.
No longer was there the large volume of patients as before, so this sudden change made Liu Zheng truly feel a lot more relaxed.
Therefore, Liu Zheng closed the clinic's main door tightly from the inside and then went straight to the inner room and lay down on the bed.
Emergencies in the middle of the night, actually, were a common occurrence, and the place wasn't far from the entrance; as long as someone knocked on the door, Liu Zheng could still hear it very clearly.
Unaware, Liu Zheng dozed off and really entered into a dream.
He suddenly felt as though he was standing in the middle of a vast, empty street, with darkness surrounding both sides.
At that moment, he saw an elderly man with a walking stick, slowly entering his field of vision.
This, this, isn't this the same old man he had seen before? How could he appear here again?
