After noon passed, the shop was empty.
Du Changqing took Ah Cheng home, saying that a few days ago, his house sprung a leak and the craftsman hired to fix the roof had arrived today, planning to return to the medical hall tomorrow.
Miao Liangfang was also absent; half an hour before, a three-year-old child at the temple's entrance had suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, and he hurriedly left with his medical kit to make a house call, with no telling when he would return.
The late summer afternoon sun was not as scorching as before, but the heat was still stiflingly unbearable. There wasn't a soul on West Street, and the stray cats lying beneath the awnings were too listless to move. Occasionally, a breeze would pass through, bringing a hint of coolness.
Yin Zheng looked outside the door, "It's terribly hot, miss, I'll go up front and buy two cups of Sweet Syrup to drink."
Lu Tong said, "Alright."
