The snow in Shengjing had not stopped.
For seven or eight consecutive days, Du Changqing had not visited Renxin Medical Hall again.
It was as if he had set his heart on being angry with Lu Tong; even on the day for issuing the Month Allowance, it was only Ah Cheng who came to handle it.
The winter was originally desolate, and without Du Changqing popping in from time to time with his jokes, the medical hall seemed even more deserted.
Yin Zheng tucked the Month Allowance brought by Ah Cheng into a chest. When she turned around, she saw Lu Tong sitting behind the desk, reading a book.
The spring examination in February next year was not far away, and there was not much time left for Lu Tong. She had no master, nor did she, like the students from the Imperial Medical Bureau, have nine teachers to instruct her personally. All she could do was to flip through medical books.