Qing Wanglai slowly opened his eyes, watching the sun outside the window as he waited for the seven o'clock alarm to ring.
His gaze lowered to his residence. It was a villa, not very large, a little over three hundred square meters, simply furnished in mostly white tones.
It was indeed a little small, but more than enough for one person. He was used to being alone, and being alone was comfortable. He had no intention of stepping out of his comfort zone.
The instant the alarm rang, "Ring ring ring," he shot upright from bed and began washing up and getting dressed.
He left precisely at 7:20, drove for thirty minutes, smoothly bought a jianbing guozi on the way, and arrived at White Pagoda Prison at exactly eight.
The work here naturally was not as frantically busy as general surgery and obstetrics at the main hospital compound, but it was not exactly easy either.
Qing Wanglai brewed himself a cup of tea and was just about to eat his jianbing guozi with it when someone appeared at the door. It was a tall, bearded man. "Doctor Qing, an honored guest has arrived. Come take a look."
"What?"
"That old guy who made the trending searches before. We got lucky—he's been assigned to our area," Qian Fu said.
"Oh?" Recalling the news he had seen before, Qing Wanglai immediately grew interested. "Come on, let's go see."
Very soon, the two of them saw Li Huowang in the Intensive Care Unit.
"Doctor Qing, this is Bed 13's medical record. Please take a look. He was transferred from Anding Hospital."
Qing Wanglai accepted the file and opened it. "So it's him..."
Although the news would not report real names, psychiatrists had their own circles. Whenever there was even the slightest stir in