Mu Qiuniang was bowing her head, taking the patient's pulse, when she suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up.
The patients who had come for free consultations had somehow formed into two lines, while volunteers in glutinous rice flour T-shirts held pure white Bai Qiangwei bouquets in their hands.
Most importantly, the man standing in the middle. He wore an army green uniform and strode toward her.
His handsome face was deeply tanned, but his entire aura was different — vibrant and full of energy — shedding his former laziness and becoming as resilient as pine trees.
"A-Nuo..." she softly called his name.
The patients who didn't know the truth were somewhat dumbfounded upon seeing this scene: Was this the Divine Doctor's suitor? The scale of this is too big, isn't it?
