Hearing Wu Buwei's evaluation of You Fang, Du Heng chuckled. The unpleasantness from Yang Yuansheng's situation also dissipated significantly.
"Doesn't the old saying go, 'don't judge a book by its cover'? We also have a saying in Central Lake: 'Still waters run deep.' Alright, let's hurry inside and take a look. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get back to our meal."
As he spoke, Du Heng stepped onto the clinic's stairs.
The village clinic's business was quite good. Upon entering, he saw three old ladies on IV drips. Further in, a middle-aged woman was attempting to insert an IV needle into a child's arm.
However, her technique seemed poor. She had tried to insert the needle several times without success, causing the child to cry out in pain and constantly recoil, wailing nonstop.
Du Heng glanced around the small clinic but didn't see Yang Zhengnong. The woman attempting the IV also looked unfamiliar.
