In front of the clinic stood Chu Dazhuang with his hands behind his back, gazing expectantly in the direction of the village entrance.
Today was the day the clinic was supposed to officially open for business, its very first day.
The street was a bit desolate.
Chu Dazhuang, observing the desolate street, didn't speak or make any comment, and likewise, he didn't seem to care.
Perhaps it was just too early, and the villagers hadn't gotten up yet.
Chu Dazhuang looked around, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement, his hands clasped together and continuously rubbing to soothe his anxious heart.
After a long while, a car slowly drove up to the entrance of the village and stopped before Chu Dazhuang.
The clinic, even from a distance within the village, was rather imposing; one could make out Chu Dazhuang's clinic from afar.
From the back seat of the car, Li Xin looked through the window at the impressive clinic ahead, feeling a bit surprised.
