The free clinic was the busiest. Having had a quick lunch, Gu Changsheng resumed his bustling activities.
By the Mao Hour at dusk, Gu Changsheng was so exhausted that he had no choice but to ask Uncle Song to close the eight large doors of the medical hall.
"My dear, you have been working tirelessly from dawn to dusk. You must be utterly exhausted, please go back and have some food and rest," Uncle Song said as he put away the ledger, looking at Gu Changsheng with a face full of sympathy.
"Are there still many people who didn't get a chance to attend the free clinic?" Gu Changsheng leaned on the consultation desk with one hand and massaged his temples with a weary face, a hint of compassion in his eyes.
Uncle Song pondered for a moment before honestly responding, "Indeed, there are many who did not get a chance... But my dear, you have done what you could; just today, the value of the medicine given out was worth over five thousand taels..."