By noon, Zhao Tienan had already finished what needed to be done.
A large batch of medicine was sent to Fengshan Village by logistics, always preparing for the onslaught of the flu.
"Doctor Zhao, I've been busy for so long, I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat."
Meng Han rubbed her sore arm and murmured.
"Alright, there's a spicy hot pot place not far ahead, let's grab a quick bite and then rush back. I see the clouds gathering thicker, it might rain."
Zhao Tienan looked up at the sky and said very seriously.
He remembered clearly that the road from Fengshan Village to the town had long been in disrepair, and if a heavy rain fell, it would be full of puddles and impassable for cars.
"Zhao, can you stop being so stingy?"
"I've helped you with so much work, and you really have the heart to take me to eat spicy hot pot?"
"For a grown man, you're so stingy."
Meng Han said with disdain, nearly calling Zhao Tienan a miser like Grandet.
