Lu Tong was at a loss for words for a moment.
Du Changqing's manner truly resembled that of Sister Song from next door when she was scolding Younger Sister Song.
Now that everyone had returned, there was no reason to simply wait at the entrance of the medical hall. They followed Lu Tong inside. The interior was as it always had been, the medicine cabinets and desks were wiped clean, and the wall at the main entrance displayed the same shiny golden banner, although the calligraphy above the medicine cabinet had changed.
A whole piece of silk paper was hanging there, still with Yin Zheng's fine small calligraphy for pinning flowers, gracefully written: "Speak not of the wax and wane; let us rejoice in the good times we share."