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Time passed swiftly, and Dahe Village had become much more peaceful these past few days.
Over at Xiaogou Village, Qian Jun hadn't shown up for several days, and even the activities at the hot pot restaurant had diminished substantially.
But those with discerning eyes knew that this didn't mean Qian Jun had given up, but rather, he was waiting for the right opportunity.
As for the development of the Ancient City Ruins, it was still underway, and the pace was quick. It was estimated that in just one or two months, it would be ready for use.
Zhang hadn't returned to Dahe Hall, instead, he stayed at the village clinic.
That day, inside the clinic.
"Zhang, is this medicine a bit too bitter? Can you give me something less bitter? My grandson doesn't like to drink bitter medicine."
A villager said in the treatment room, his face showing a slight sense of helplessness.
