Capital City First People's Hospital!
"What a strange name!" Wang Xiaoyi showed a curious expression.
"A very special name," Zhou Dao murmured softly, his gaze becoming gentle and warm.
He looked at the eight bright red characters and felt a long-sealed tenderness in his heart being touched. Once upon a time, this name had been so familiar, offering a boundless sense of security.
Especially those medical experts, the prescriptions they wrote were like dragons and snakes, the characters wild and unrestrained, almost as if they were afraid of being understood by others.
"I wonder what the handwriting of the physicians here is like!" Zhou Dao said with a wry smile.
"You actually know?" Su Yaoji looked at Zhou Dao with a changed expression and a deep gaze.
"Know what?" Zhou Dao asked in surprise.
"When Taizu founded this medical sacred land, he set the rule that all who wished to enter the Capital City First People's Hospital had to train in calligraphy first."