Fang Yi held a cigarette in his mouth, strolling leisurely towards the clinic. As for that knife, Fang Yi certainly wouldn't keep it as evidence; he'd return it another day.
Humming a tune along the way, Fang Yi returned to the clinic.
Fang Yi took a shower, washing off the sweat from his earlier exercise, then changed into a fresh set of clothes before heading out.
It's not that Fang Yi didn't want to stay at the clinic organizing things to open it soon; it's just that he had no starting funds at the moment and needed to get some money.
Although Fang Yi didn't want to ask for money this morning, he had little choice, being a bit strapped for cash. He didn't dare ask for a large sum now, but he could always try to get a little back.
Fang Yi pulled down the shutter door and locked it, then leisurely left.
This time, Fang Yi didn't ride the electric scooter; instead, he took the bus. He was heading to the east side of the city, which would take about an hour by bus.
