Another Spring Festival has arrived. The clinic is bustling with the steady stream of patients coming in. A si…
Another Spring Festival has arrived. The clinic is bustling with the steady stream of patients coming in.
A sick child hasn't recovered though they've taken medication, and has tears streaming down from the pain, saying they want some osmanthus cake.
Yaoyao saw the state of the tearful child and headed out toward the pastry stall.
The child stopped crying. Perhaps the medicine had taken effect, or perhaps it was the osmanthus cake in their mouth.
The sky gets darker with night. The patients leave one by one, and the clinic finally grows quiet.
The busy Yaoyao finally has a moment to sit down.
The osmanthus cake smells so good, Yaoyao thought.
To celebrate the new year, she will treat herself to a piece of osmanthus cake.