Chapter 637 This Plot Sounds Familiar

The progress of modern society was rapid, yet in the remote mountainous regions of the midwest, there were still areas that, due to geographical or climatic factors, remained frozen in the state of the eighties and nineties of the last century.

The only health center in the village couldn’t even compare to the large urban hospitals. It was merely a small, weathered building. The ground floor served as the outpatient department, while the second floor housed the wards.

The paint on the walls of the small loft had mostly peeled off, leaving the entire surface mottled. The main door of the health center was framed with wood, inset with a piece of glass, and painted with the military green color that was so characteristic of that era.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and there weren’t many patients coming in for consultations. Only a few villagers from nearby villages who were running a fever were receiving IV drip.

After the nurse had finished administering the injections, she found herself with some free time. She decided to make the most of it by heading to the courtyard to soak up some sun. As she idly chatted away. her gaze often drifted toward a few potted plants that had been moved to the side of the walkway for some sunlight.

Upon seeing the situation, the doctors, who were not busy at the moment, decided to step out for a stroll as well, eventually joining them in their conversation.

“It’s been ages since I’ve had such peace and quiet. A while back, we had a flu outbreak, and we ran out of IV poles. We had to make do with clothes hangers.”

“Don’t ever say things like that! Our hospital really frowns upon such talk!”

“That’s right. There was once, just as I finished saying how quiet it was that day, a trike pulled up immediately. They claimed that a whole family started vomiting and having diarrhea after dinner, apparently all suffering from food poisoning.”

The nurse who first spoke was scared she had jinxed the situation and quickly touched wood.

Only then did the others relax and resume their individual conversations.

“Days like these are truly wonderful. Not only are we at case, but it also

been working there for many years, making her

choose to work in a hospital tend to be a little idealistic. They hope for a world

Her gaze swept across the courtyard before finally resting on the lounge chair at the bottom of the

In an attempt to shield her eyes from the glaring view, she had covered her face

tanesind famala dasine might catch a sold sa cha unibad suar and

reportedly having volunteered to aid the remote areas. It was said she came from

who came to provide medical support in the past, but almost

while others hastily packed up their belongings and left overnight.

days, setting a record. So far, she hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to leave.

she was working, she tended to be rather serious and had high standards. However, in normal interactions, she was quite easygoing. Everyone hoped she would stick around a bit

Lysander didn’t respond, Astrid moved a bit closer and called out again,

“Huh? What’s up?”

about you catching a cold. The countryside isn’t like

wasn’t sleeping. I was just laying down

Astrid said, “Is the book titled ‘My Beloved‘? Dr. Thorne, I didn’t expect

and sat up. She flipped the book over to carefully examine the cover, letting out a light chuckle. “I simply noticed the fine weather outside and thought of taking a nap under the sun. However, I didn’t expect the sunlight to be so intense and blinding. After that, I randomly grabbed a book from

their only options were to read novels or play poker. Over

that moment, as she gazed at the cover featuring a bride in her wedding dress, nestled in the arms of a male lead clad in a suit and leather shoes, her expression suddenly

was involuntarily reminded of a certain

interested in the book. and had nothing else to do, Astrid dasually sat next to her, enthusiastically striking up a conversation.

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