"Besides," she smiled, "isn't it good to hold clinic on West Street? Mr. Miao sometimes gets too busy to handle everything himself, and with me joining, it's just perfect. On holidays, we can also concoct new prescriptions to supply. Shopkeeper Du previously wanted to move the clinic to Qinghe Street in South City to earn the rich folks' silver. Who knows? Perhaps one day that opportunity will really come."
Upon hearing the phrase "to earn the rich folks' silver," Du Changqing suddenly lost his confidence, his expression wavering.
Yin Zheng, seeing this, smiled and consoled, "If we don't go to the Medical Officer Institute, then we don't go. The salary there isn't much more than what we offer at our clinic, and we close our doors every evening while they have to work late into the night. Miss, your return is timely. When spring arrives, I can refurbish the yard, and I won't be afraid anymore, living there by myself."
