Where were they going today?
With this question in mind, Yan Shisan followed Li Ping'an into a clinic.
Yesterday, Li Ping'an had saved an unconscious woman on the street.
The woman happened to be the clinic owner's wife, and when Li Ping'an arrived, the couple welcomed him warmly.
Seeing how busy the clinic was, Li Ping'an said he would just sit there for a while.
But that sitting lasted an entire day, and Yan Shisan found it rather boring.
Although he had previously spent entire days lying around, he was thoroughly unwilling to smell that unpleasant medicinal odor, much less sit there with such impeccable posture.
Yet unwilling as he was, he did not dare tell his teacher, so he could only force himself to sit.
Yan Shisan discovered that the clinic was probably the busiest place of all, and by busy, he did not mean that there were many patients.
Rather, here, some were busy being born, some were busy dying, some were busy living lives worse than death, and some were busy seeking life in the face of death.
At the brink of life and death, people had an intense yearning for life.
Even ants clung to existence, let alone people.
Yan Shisan's eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Only when the moon shone bright and the stars grew sparse did the couple finally finish their work. They turned back to attend to the gentleman in blue robes, only to discover that he had already left.
Even the person accompanying him was gone. They did not even know where he lived, and could not help feeling vexed.
In the days that followed, Li Ping'an woke Yan Shisan early every morning.
Then he would follow Li Ping'an and Old Ox as they wandered