Weekend.
Tang Feng didn't go to the club.
Ever since Zheng Yuqi bought that storefront property for him, he had been busy setting things up.
Straightforward interior renovations, plus purchasing various medicinal herbs and so on.
Luckily, with Zheng Yuqi handling all the red tape and documentation, he avoided quite a few headaches.
It's true what they say, money talks.
Within just a few days, Tang Feng had obtained his medical practice license and all the necessary procedures for his clinic.
Looking at his clinic slowly taking shape, Tang Feng was filled with anticipation for the future.
Although the clinic was about to open, Tang Feng had not yet thought of resigning from the club.
The main reason was his lack of absolute confidence in himself.
It's said that the fragrance of wine needs no bush, but sometimes, some things, you just can't deny the role of fate.
No matter how capable you are, without luck, it's all in vain.
