At noon, after Du Heng and Wu Buwei finished their treatments, Du Heng gazed at the glaring sunlight outside the building, feeling conflicted. Wang Shuqiu's request had to be fulfilled. However, in this heat, walking on the road meant hot air billowed straight up his pant legs; the sweat between his thighs felt like it could boil tea eggs.
The weather this year was truly strange. After several days of continuous rain in late April, not a single raindrop or dark cloud had been seen since, and it was now early July.
The temperature climbed higher each day. What made it most unbearable was that the morning and evening temperatures also remained stubbornly high, offering almost no respite.
If it weren't for his job, Du Heng would have gladly worn shorts and a tank top to the office. Even the thin trousers he wore daily felt like he was trying to incubate eggs.
