Ning Zhiyuan gazed at his wife lovingly and comforted, "Xiaoxue, everyone has their own destiny. You shouldn't compare yourself to others. Yes, Huo Mian's incredible, but so are you. I think all who work hard and believe in a good life are good people."
"Wow, our Dr. Ning's been reading chicken soup for the soul…" Wu Xiaoxue giggled.
"Sometimes we need chicken soup…"
The pair left chatting and laughing.
Vice Director Guo was busier than ever and rarely returned to the South Side. Even hosting the weekly meetings became Huo Mian's job.
After the New Year, she immersed herself in busywork. Although it was hard work, it was also meaningful work.
In the afternoon, after she finished her sit-down diagnostics, Huo Mian began organizing her files.
Her cell phone began to ding continuously, all of which were notifications from WeChat.
last regular of the day, thanks for reading!