"Nan, your business here seems so quiet, it doesn't look like you're making any money..."
Xiaowen glanced at the deserted health clinic and said with a pout.
"Indeed, compared to your hair salon, mine looks like it's about to close down any day now."
"But isn't that a good thing?"
"If the clinic isn't making money, that means no one in Fengshan Village is getting sick. Isn't that a good thing?"
Tienan smirked and said optimistically.
Actually, he was the person assigned by the county health bureau to be responsible for Fengshan Village's health clinic.
Even if the clinic doesn't open for business for ten years, Zhao Tienan still earns two to three thousand yuan, and he could even live more easily and joyfully.
As a doctor, he never wished for his business to be too good.
Let there be no suffering in the world, preferring that the medicine gather dust on the shelves.
