Lin Qing was meticulously writing down the medical cases she had pondered over, contemplating turning her research into a book. If it could leave a lasting legacy, it would indeed be a significant achievement.
A yellow leaf floated in from outside with the wind, landing in her line of sight. Lin Qing paused, placing her brush on the white jade lotus leaf brush holder, and delicately picked up the leaf with her slender fingers.
"Spring fades and autumn arrives again; in the blink of an eye, I've been living in this mansion for nearly three years."
Standing by the desk, A-Sang, who was grinding an ink stick, heard this and asked, "Are you planning to leave, Master?"
Lin Qing was taken aback and looked outside, saying, "When I first came to this mansion, I had agreed to stay for only three years. Now, as the time approaches, I'm somewhat uncertain."
