Zhou Peiruo looked at her carefully and asked, “Miss Ji, do you still want to go?”
“Of course!” Ji Mengtang answered without hesitation, her face resolute and unwavering.
No matter what requirements that doctor might impose, she wouldn’t give up the last chance to treat her boyfriend. “Miss Zhou, please tell me the address!”
“Okay, since you’re so determined, I’ll definitely help you.” Zhou Peiruo wrote down the address and added, “I’ll also ask my boyfriend to help. His name is Xu Kuanhou, and the divine doctor’s name is Kang Yansheng.”
“Kang Yansheng?” She memorized this name!
Chapter Two The first thing Ji Mengtang did after leaving the hospital was to find the strange divine doctor Kang Yansheng at the address Zhou Peiruo gave her.
However, the address seemed odd. As the driver sent by Yan Zheng drove her further and further, the road became narrower. Looking around, there were hardly any houses, and they had even passed a wasteland cemetery. Could a hospital really be here?
She couldn’t help but ask the driver strangely, “Is this the right place?”
“Miss Mengtang, I’m not sure, but according to the address, this area seems correct.”
“Really?” Ji Mengtang doubtfully turned to look outside. The surroundings were overgrown and desolate. Could Zhou Peiruo have noted the wrong location?
Just as she was doubting, the driver suddenly said, “I see a house!”
“What?”
“Right ahead, look – the house number matches.”
“Great!” Ji Mengtang hurriedly got out, asking the driver to wait, then walked toward the building that didn’t even look like a hospital.
She pushed the door – it wasn’t locked, and she boldly entered. The interior layout and setup indeed resembled a hospital. She wanted to find someone to ask – but the cold, empty interior had not a single person!
The cold cement walls seemed to press down on her, almost suffocating her. She had no choice but to raise her voice and shout down the empty corridor, “Is anyone here?”
No response, so she shouted again, “Is anyone-“
“I’m here, how noisy!”
A tall, slender man with a languid demeanor walked out from a room, stopping at the doorway. His long, thin body leaned against the wall, his long fingers pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, his observant eyes staring directly at her.
