March 31st, 9:37 AM.
「Before the Duke Village Clinic.」
After a month of rushing about, Du Heng had finally arrived at his home village.
Before him were many familiar faces. Some he would call Grandpa or Grandma, while Uncles and Aunts appeared one after another.
However, Du Heng wasn't sitting outside the clinic to treat patients as usual. Instead, he was inside the clinic and, surprisingly, had started performing acupuncture.
Although his hands were steady and his breathing was calm, the anxiety on his face was visible to everyone.
"Xiao Heng, Sir Tian's shoulder has been aching for several years; it's not so urgent that it needs to be treated this very moment. How about you finish with your other patients and then treat me?"
Sitting on a clinic chair was a middle-aged man, around forty years old. Though he didn't look old, he was of Du Heng's grandfather's generation.
