Wutong Garden, Building 16, Unit 2, Apartment 901.
Zhuo Mu, the director of the orthopedics department at Anlin Hospital, and Zhuo Jiahe were sitting in the living room having tea and chatting.
A middle-aged woman with a kind face, dressed in casual wear, came over with a plate of fruit and greeted, "Please have some fruit!"
She looked at Zhuo Jiahe with concern and said, "Jiahe, why do you look thinner than last time? Is the hospital cafeteria food not good?"
"Why don't you come home and eat with your uncle from now on?"
Zhuo Jiahe ate a slice of apple and chuckled, "Aunt, the food at the hospital is fine. It can't compare to your cooking, but it's much better than the Medical College cafeteria food."
"I've lost a bit of weight mainly because working at the hospital has been quite exhausting."
"Exhausting?"
