Seventh day of the first lunar month, clear skies, light breeze.
"Mr. Lin, please come quickly and save my son..." Early in the morning, just as he arrived at the diagnostic point, before he even started preparing for the consultations.
An elderly man over sixty charged straight in, and with a thud, knelt down in front of Lin Miao, banging his head on the ground.
He was genuinely kowtowing, and Lin Miao was afraid he would damage the newly laid floor tiles, which would need replacing.
"Elder, please stand up and speak slowly..." Lin Miao quickly reached out to assist the old man, but he was a step too late. The old man's forehead was already bruised and even had some scratched skin with blood seeping out.
