Ling Ran could hear someone sweeping the floor of the courtyard at seven in the morning.
Since Ling Ran no longer felt like going back to sleep, he rolled over and rose. He took a shower and put on a relatively new pair of underwear. He then put on his pyjamas, exited his room and looked down the balcony. 'Is Dong Sheng here?'
At the courtyard, a sturdy figure with his back straightened was sweeping the floor. As it turned out, the figure was Miao Tansheng, the clinic's part-time doctor.
When he heard the noises ringing out from the first floor, Miao Tansheng who had his back against the window swept the floor even more earnestly. His hawk-like eyes darted around the courtyard, and he was sweeping the floor so meticulously that it was as if he wanted to sweep away the ghost of the dried leaves from years ago.