At night, in the Eighteenth Street, Leyu stood in front of the signboard of the dental, hemorrhoid, and bruise clinic. Just as he was about to push the door open, he noticed a plaque hanging on the door handle: "In treatment, anyone with enough strength left to read this shouldn't come in."
There was a cushioned bench by the entrance that looked fairly clean, so Leyu sat on it to wait.
He went out that evening wearing a hooded jacket, not afraid of being recognized. It was the same style as the one Yin Yinyin wore—actually, Leyu thought Yin Yinyin looked quite cool in it, and when he saw it was a hot-selling men's item this year in the clothing store, he decisively bought one.
With nothing to do, and the streetlight beside the clinic fairly bright, Leyu took out a book with a black leather cover and started reading it with great interest.
