The next day, Qin Han woke up at nine in the morning.
After eating the breakfast Song Yuwei had left for him, Qin Han got dressed and went out. He planned to stroll around to find the location for the clinic.
Clinics naturally need to be located where there are a lot of patients, and Huqing Street in Zhongzhou City is a gathering place for traditional Chinese medicine clinics. However, Qin Han walked around Huqing Street all morning and couldn't find a place he liked.
Just as Qin Han was silently regretting, a loud crying broke out.
"Doctor, please save my father." The piercing voice came out clearly, Qin Han could hear the despair hidden within it.
Qin Han looked toward the source of the sound, stood up, and walked over. A clinic named Huichun Hall came into his view, in front of which a twelve-year-old boy knelt on the ground, with a man lying beside him, his face turning dark.
His breathing was faint, obviously not far from death.
