With a creak, the door of the gynecology clinic was pushed open forcefully.
"Minghong!"
Yin Minghong, clutching his left shoulder, was taken aback when he saw the spirited girl in a tight white shirt. He asked in surprise, "Qingmei, weren't you at home? Why are you here?"
Mu Qingmei raised her eyebrows: "I knew nothing good would come from Jing Zhengwei calling you out. You definitely wouldn't have gone home to deal with your injury! I was right to wait for you at Sister Hong's!"
Mu Qingmei had grown up with Yin Minghong as siblings. It was over ten years ago, during the height of the slave system and the intense class struggle between trade associations and workers, with constant riots and suppressions. Broken families were numerous, and children like them, displaced and homeless, often banded together for survival, much like Bai Yulan and the Black Flag.
