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Qiao Yin carefully wrapped the sunflower and put it in her bag, then drove back to the medical clinic.

There weren’t many people coming to the clinic today, but neither Qiao Yin nor her grandmother were in a hurry.

They knew it took reputation to build up a clinic. Although their reputation was maliciously damaged, they both had the confidence to rebuild it.

As long as they could cure people’s illnesses, word of mouth would spread and their clinic’s fame would build up.

In the morning, Qiao Yin studied with her cousin under her grandmother’s guidance. In the afternoon, while her cousin continued to learn, she drove to Shensong Hospital.

The “Green Bamboo” sign at the hospital had been removed and workers were installing a new one.

Qiao Yin admired Song Zhu’s efficiency. When she arrived at the hospital, she saw journalists had also come.

Song Kaiyan and Song Zhu were with them.

Not wanting to appear on camera, Qiao Yin nodded lightly at the father and son and then bypassed the reporters to enter the hospital lobby.

Once she got to her office, Qiao Yin changed into a white lab coat, took her acupuncture tools, and went to ward 505.

After she completed the acupuncture treatment for the patient in ward 505, she heard Song Kaiyan and the journalists’ voices outside the door.

She collected her needles and left the ward to the journalists and the camera crew.

She didn’t rush to ward 517, instead, she waited until after the journalists and camera crew had gone before she went in.

With everyone gone, no one was there to disturb her. Qiao Yin carried out the acupuncture procedure with peace of mind.

After discussing the condition of the patient in ward 517 with her grandmother last night, she felt much more composed during today’s acupuncture.

However, after completing the full acupuncture session, the patient’s condition didn’t seem to have improved.

Qiao Yin couldn’t help but shake her head, feeling that her path of learning was still long.

She lamented over the lack of cases in the hospital, as she could not practice on more patients.

She had to make the hospital recover as quickly as possible. Only then would more people come for treatment, providing more opportunities for her to practice, and consequently speed up her improvement.

After collecting the last needle, a voice suddenly came from behind: “Doctor Qian, you look very serious and focused when you’re working.”

Qiao Yin was startled and turned back hurriedly: “Doctor Song, weren’t you seeing off the journalists? When did you come?”

“I’ve been here for a while. Seeing you so engrossed, I didn’t want to interrupt. Did I startle you?”

“It’s okay, I’m not that timid.” Except for being a little afraid of ghosts at three in the morning.

Song Zhu smiled, handing her something: “Your work badge, it’s ready.”

Qiao Yin took it and saw it read “Shensong Hospital, Doctor Qiao Yin”.

She immediately attached it to her lab coat, then noticed that Song Zhu’s badge on his lab coat had also been replaced with a new one.

It seemed that in preparation for the name “Shensong Hospital” to be advertised during the interview, he had planned ahead and made the change on the minor details.

“It’s a shame that you have to deal with these minor matters, Doctor Song. You’ve worked hard.”

“It’s something I should do. There’s nothing hard or tiring about it. After all, there aren’t many patients in the hospital now. It’s better to have something to do than nothing.”

Qiao Yin nodded. She picked up her acupuncture toolbox and prepared to leave.

However, Song Zhu spoke again: “Doctor Qiao, would you be free to have dinner together tonight? I have some problems regarding hospital operation that I’d like to discuss with you.”

As it was about hospital operation, Qiao Yin naturally wouldn’t refuse: “Sure, let’s have dinner together. But I need to let my family know first. Wait a moment while I make a call.”

“Of course, go ahead.”

Qiao Yin took out her mobile phone and called her grandmother, noting she would not be home for dinner and would eat at the hospital instead.

Upon hearing Qiao Yin calling “grandma”, Song Zhu’s tense heart relaxed a bit.

It turned out that by “family”, she meant relatives, not a boyfriend or a husband.

It seemed she didn’t have a significant other.