Thankfully, it's summer, and the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic is situated high up where the wind blows, so the windows are already open, and there's no need to deliberately open them.
The man with a limp sitting by the door also struggled to get up, hurriedly hopping out, no longer caring about the frown he wore.
Then, Du Heng and a group of doctors in white gowns stood in the corridor, looking at each other in dismay.
Meanwhile, from inside the room, came continuous sounds: PFFT... PFFT...
"Hey, guys, what are you up to?"
Why had the doctors in white gowns and the limping patient, instead of staying in the consultation room for treatment, all run out into the corridor?
Those waiting for their appointments in the nearby departments watched as the doctors and the patient rushed out, their attention completely captured.
They were all itching to know what had happened in the consultation room to make even the doctors flee.
