The next day, at eight-thirty in the morning.
Zhao Tienan sat up from the kang, and he looked in a very bad mood.
But this was also understandable. After all, having such an unpleasant dream, it'd be strange if he felt good.
However, he was a thorough materialist. Although the dream left him feeling irritable, he didn't take it as a bad omen. At most, it was just a dream.
So, Zhao Tienan got up as usual, washed up, had breakfast, then changed into a lab coat, and went off to the clinic, looking rather listless.
After his treatment and control, the flu in Fengshan Village finally began to subside.
The villagers' lives returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.
It's just that the leaves in the village had started to turn slightly yellow, and the air was gradually becoming a bit chilly.
"Creak!"
Zhao Tienan, who was lying on the table scrolling through short videos, suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
