There was a long queue in front of Lin's medicine Hall. Among these people, there were people with yellow and haggard faces, people who covered their mouths and coughed hard, people with limps, injured arms, and so on. At this moment, they were all looking anxiously at the doctor who was taking the patient's pulse with a mask.
Today was the day of the volunteer medical consultation.
Many poor people came to line up early in the morning for fear of missing the free clinic.
There was a doctor in charge of Lin's medicine hall every day. Only the first 50 patients could be seen each day, except for those who were seriously ill. Therefore, some people would wait at the entrance of Lin's pharmacy the night before.
A young man with only one arm stood in front of the Lin pharmacy with an old woman on his back. Then, he said excitedly, "mother, mother, we've arrived at the Lin pharmacy."
