She folded her shoulders, turned and walked back to the room. The creaking sound of the wooden door was particularly noticeable in this lonely night. She turned to the other side of the room, lit the firewood, and lit the oil lamp. She looked at the medical prescriptions placed on the desk, thinking about whether their compatibility was rigorous and appropriate, while using a small pen to record the patients treated today. After half an hour passed, she seemed to feel a little tired. She turned off the wick with her hand, walked to the bed, and slowly fell asleep. "Has he noticed the bright moon tonight?" She thought silently, looking at the hazy moonlight coming through the window lattice.