Walking across the bridge, there is an asphalt road leading to the center of the village. There are two rows of poplar trees on both sides of the road. The trees are tall, the branches are thick and the leaves are dense. It's best to cool down here in summer.

Not far away, we came to a small courtyard with a plaque on it, which was split in half by some sharp edge.

The remaining half has only two words on it: "Clinic!"

The gate of the courtyard opened a crack, and the courtyard was covered with weeds, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Qingyi saw...