July soon arrived, and Ethan Bennett had just survived the midsummer. Whether in Zhulu in Yangzhou or in Jiangcheng, he seldom went out during the days of recuperation. He became paler and thinner, and sometimes felt like a wandering soul.
After his injury healed, he began to tidy up the house. There were many books and notes left by his grandfather in this room. They were covered with dust over the past three years and were placed together with sundries, scattered everywhere. He was busy seeing patients all day in the past few years, and now he had some time to clean out these things and study them, which was not entirely a bad thing.
Ethan Bennett cleaned the house in five or six days and arranged the books and letters into categories. One day in mid-July, when he was reading a book, a servant knocked on his door.
Ethan Bennett was very surprised. Since Pei Siqing came once half a month ago, no one has come to disturb his peace. He hesitated and opened the door. The servant did not even look at him and said impatiently: "Well, someone is looking for you at the west gate. Go quickly."
The west courtyard gate was very close to the room he used to live in, but it was some distance from his current house and he had to cross several courtyards. Ethan Bennett moved slowly and even quickening his pace still wasted a lot of time. He already had a vague premonition in his heart, and as soon as he pushed open the west courtyard gate, sure enough, it was Ryan Thompson standing outside the door.
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