Her life was truly fleeting; now she's only twenty-three. From harboring expectations to achieving inner tranquility, such a short span of time had passed.
At the old man's funeral, people from the entire town came. As the executor of the old man's will, she managed his belongings and then inherited the small clinic.
Without the old man's special herbal concoctions for her, Joy Parker could clearly feel her health deteriorating. She would take out the herbs from the medicine cabinet every day to sun them, just like the elder did when he was alive.
The old man had lived a life of frugality, yet he left her a decent inheritance. In this small town, that amount would be enough for her to live on for a few years.
Days passed by, and the secluded clinic became less visited after the old man's death. Sometimes she wouldn't see a single person all day.
