The Gift Might Be Small, but the Goodwill Was Deep
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was past 1 p.m. after Zhou Wuyi and Zhou Xiong had left.
"Do you have a lot of patients today?" Zhang Xiuying asked during lunch.
"Yes, quite a few," Wang Yao replied.
"I went out this morning and saw quite a few cars parking outside your clinic," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Yes. By the way, have any of the patents come here?" Wang Yao was still worried that his patients or their family members would come to his house to disrupt his parents. In fact, no one had come to his house since he had stuck the notice on the clinic door.
"No," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Good," Wang Yao replied.
He chatted with his parents for a while after lunch. As he was about to leave, Wang Ru came home with Du Mingyang carrying a lot of stuff.
"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Wang. Good afternoon, Yao," Du Mingyang said.