In the early morning, Li Ang, carrying his bag, stepped through the gates of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
After some time away, the Bureau had been fully renovated. The roadside gardens were planted with various herbal medicines, emitting a fresh fragrance, while the sounds of morning reading wafted from the new pavilions.
Accompanied by the sound of the Haotian Bell, the morning reading gradually ceased, and Li Ang pushed open the door and entered the classroom.
The boys and girls dressed in uniform grey attire, who were initially chatting and playing, were startled upon seeing Li Ang ascend the podium.
Some thought he was a new student, while others recognized him and instinctively stood at attention.
Li Ang raised his hand briefly, and the classroom slowly quieted down. He stood before the lectern, looking at the young men and women around his own age, all brimming with youth. He sighed deeply, feeling a bit of nostalgia and melancholy.
