The main hall of the Imperial Hospital was quiet.
Chen Ji sat alone in the Hospital Director's seat, flipping to the page he had read yesterday, his thumb pressed against the spine of the book, his gaze slowly moving between the lines.
Outside, footsteps came and went, and the muffled sounds of grinding medicine came from the pharmacy, with whispers of someone's debate over the role of sovereign, minister, assistant, and messenger in a prescription. These sounds reached the main hall's entrance and immediately lowered by three tones, as if pressed down by something.
In the pharmacy at this moment, the mixed sweet and bitter scent of Huangqi and Female Ginseng permeated the air, and the medicine boiling on the stove bubbled, the steam causing the window paper to become damp and soft.
The Hospital Director pretended to record accounts while quietly tried observing the main hall.
The red figure sat right at the desk, from 5 to 7 AM to 9 to 11 AM, without even changing posture.
