Two days later.
The Capital's busiest street bustled with people, many of them surging in the same direction.
They bumped into Xie Jin'an while he was still pouring tea for a customer, spilling it all over the table. He stood up to curse at them, but by the time he looked up, they were already gone.
His tea stall was out in the open, with only a canopy for shade. The passing crowds nearly hemmed him in completely.
He bent over and silently wiped up the tea, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sir. I'll bring you a fresh pot right away. I don't know what's going on today. This has happened three times already."
"You don't know?" the customer asked.
"Know what?" Ever since his daughter was born, Xie Jin'an had been so busy his feet barely touched the ground. Even after his shift, he went to the rehabilitation center to see the patients.
Only now had he finally gotten a little rest. Both matters were taking a turn for the better. With him visiting every day without fail to brew medicine, the victims at the rehabilitation center were gradually recovering.
And Yan, back at home, had given him a daughter, who had turned one month old just yesterday.
At first, he had been somewhat disappointed that the baby was a girl.
But when he remembered that she was his only flesh and blood, someone who could carry on his family line in the clan genealogy, he felt profoundly grateful. Thank goodness the child was healthy and nothing had gone wrong.
It seemed the deities really were watching over him. From now on, he would do even more good deeds to accumulate blessings for his daughter.
"Today is the ceremony to worship Heaven hosted by the Ruler of Eastern Lin.