The rain is like a fine gray net hanging down from the eaves of high-rise buildings, nailing the city into an endless well of cold water.
Song Yun put the umbrella at the door, shook off the water droplets, and pushed open the glass door of "Yun Xiang Investigation". The metal nameplate on the back of the door was polished brightly - equal price tracking / clearly marked price / non-refundable prepayment. She would take a look every time she came back to the hospital, like putting her hand on her pulse to check her heartbeat.
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