The next day.
4 PM.
At a noodle stall on a food street near Eastern Hospital.
At this time, everyone setting up their stalls was busy preparing; from five o'clock until evening, it's the busiest time for foot traffic.
Zhao's dad's noodle stall was naturally no exception. Zhao's mom was busy setting up tables and chairs while Zhao Heng and Zhao's dad prepared the ingredients needed for the stall.
During this period, Zhao Heng felt like an unstoppable spinning top, barely pausing for a minute at the hospital, with all kinds of things occupying all his time.
And now, during his break, accompanying his parents to set up the stall was considered a form of relaxation for Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng's busy figure at the noodle stall quickly attracted many glances, mostly from young ladies.
After all, Zhao Heng was quite the handsome guy, and now his demeanor was more refined than before.
"Dr. Zhao?"
