Returning to his territory, Du Heng immediately transformed into a hardworking donkey—one that had to be whipped to keep going.
Even so, by the time he finished treating twenty to thirty patients, it was just about time to get off work.
After four uninterrupted hours of bending over to treat patients that afternoon, he truly experienced and understood the term—'Waist tired like breaking'; he felt as if his entire lumbar region had swollen considerably.
Returning to his office, he plopped down on a chair, leaned back, and really didn't want to move.
Lu Zhongjiang heard the activity in the next room and knew Du Heng was done. He ambled over with a teacup in hand, looking at Du Heng's utterly miserable state, and chuckled with amusement.
"How is it? A part-time job isn't easy, right?"
"It's killing me."
"Do you really miss having Xiao Wu around?"
