The three-story Old Western-style building from the 1930s and 40s was the only structure remaining in the Provincial People's Hospital. It had a quaint air, with spacious interiors minimally decorated. In the middle stood a long table, reminiscent of the consultation rooms used by physicians in days of old.
A well-dressed young man paced back and forth, an anxious expression on his face.
On an ancient-style rattan chair nearby sat a thin-faced middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with his eyes slightly closed, as if resting his mind.
"Where has Divine Doctor An gone? Why hasn't he returned yet?"
After pacing for a while, the young man could no longer restrain himself. He turned to a nurse inside the office, who was patiently handling some medicinal herbs, and asked.
"Mr. Qian, please be patient for a moment. Elder An just took a call. It seems an urgent case came into the outpatient clinic, and he went to see it. He should be back soon."
The girl looked up politely and said.
