Outside the outpatient hall of the Feng City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, a steady stream of people bustled about.
Dean Song had just walked out of a meeting in the administration building. With some free time before lunch, he planned to stroll over to the outpatient department to check the patient load across the various clinics as the Spring Festival approached.
Just as he reached the family passage beside the outpatient building, he casually glanced over and caught sight of two figures exiting the clinic.
The woman walking in front wore a dark gray cashmere coat and exuded a composed, steady aura. Even though she was wearing a mask, Dean Song was all too familiar with that capable, efficient demeanor born from years of holding a high-ranking position.
"Isn't that... Director Tian from the Health Commission?"
Dean Song's heart skipped a beat, and he rubbed his eyes to make sure.
