After breakfast.
Chen Nan and his aunt Bai Zhi leisurely walked towards the clinic.
Warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows, as if paving their steps with a golden carpet.
A gentle breeze brushed by, rustling the leaves, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of Osmanthus, refreshing and pleasant.
Unconsciously, it was already the season when Osmanthus bloomed.
The clusters of golden flowers adorned the branches, spreading their scent miles away, adding some poetry to the autumn day.
Standing at the entrance of the clinic, Bai Zhi looked up at the worn-out plaque, her brow furrowing slightly.
The paint had peeled off more than half, the characters were blurred, and there were several fine cracks at the edges, making it look particularly weathered.
She couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "This plaque doesn't need refurbishing; we need to have a new one made."
