In a simple and austere meeting room at the Red Star Rolling Mill Workers' Hospital, four people in white coats sat behind a row of yellow-painted wooden tables, taking turns asking questions.,If it weren't for the impending disaster that was too terrible to bear, Li Yuan could have lived a carefree and blissful life in this prosperous era.,Looking at the two bedrooms that had been filled to the brim after four years in this "space," Li Yuan felt a sense of lightness. It was truly a hopeful era.。