A girl with a ponytail and a capable air about her looked around and pursed her lips. "It looks a little small, and isn't it a bit too old? Compared to our university's affiliated hospital, this place looks like it's from the last century."
A young man immediately shot back, "Wang Yue, you just don't get it, do you? It's obvious you didn't do your homework. The City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine is using the old campus of the City First People's Hospital, so of course it's old. But that's called heritage, it's called having an antique charm. Don't you think an environment like this gives off that profound sense of history unique to traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Hmph!" Wang Yue rolled her eyes. "Li Lin, you've really got a silver tongue. You could talk the dead back to life."
Li Lin chuckled slyly and puckered his lips. "Of course. My lips are super sweet. Want a taste?"
"Get lost! The bottom of my foot is sweet too, wanna taste it?" Wang Yue feigned a kick at him.
