"..."
Fang Cheng paused for a second, then patiently answered, "My name is Fang Cheng."
"Oh, Xiao Fang."
The old man patted his forehead, apologetically saying:
"Look at my memory, my surname is Sun. From now on, you can call me Master Sun like everyone else does. It's quite lonely around this place, usually it's just me and..."
Before he finished speaking, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Next, a young man wearing a white coat and sporting straight bangs rushed in, carrying a stack of clean sheets.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and as soon as he entered, he shouted:
"Master Sun, has the fire cupping been removed from bed 58 in building 2? Time's almost up!"
After shouting, he turned his head and saw Fang Cheng standing nearby, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
"Hey, the newbie's here?!"
The young man tossed the sheets onto the therapy bed, quickly came forward, and enthusiastically stretched out his hand towards Fang Cheng:
