Morning.
Sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the blue brick floor of the Health Care Hall.
The air was thick with the scent of medicine. Chen Nan, dressed in a plain white robe, was intently grinding herbs.
Stone grinder and mortar clashed, producing a rhythmic sound, seemingly the only melody in this tranquil space.
Suddenly, a flurry of chaotic and hurried footsteps shattered the peace.
Chen Nan paused, frowning slightly, and looked up at the entrance.
In the blink of an eye, several burly men barged in carrying a stretcher.
The man with a square face at the front, eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, shouted urgently, "Are you the doctor? Please save our senior sister!"
Chen Nan put down the grinder and quickly stepped forward.
When he saw the injury on the woman's waist on the stretcher, his pupils contracted sharply.
