The villa was spacious and quiet, and it didn't look like anyone had lived there for long.
Yet whether it was the marble floor, the reliefs on the walls, or even the piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, everything had been wiped spotless. Accustomed to the gloom and cramped quarters of old buildings, Lu Xin felt somewhat ill at ease sitting in a villa like this.
After Lu Xin sat down on the living-room sofa, the butler-like man brought tea, a plate of fruit, and pastries for Lu Xin and the portly Manager Liu, then quietly withdrew. Taking advantage of the time, Lu Xin signed the contract the fat man with the surname Liu had given him yesterday. He had already read it carefully and even asked Han Bing to confirm that there were no problems with it. Each of them kept a copy.
"Do I only get the hundred thousand after she's been completely cured?"
As he handed over the contract, Lu Xin confirmed this once more.
"Yes."
Manager Liu smiled. "It's like treating a patient. It only counts as finished once the patient has recovered, doesn't it?"
Lu Xin nodded. "Sometimes, even after the illness is cured, the patient's mental state still needs time to recover."
Manager Liu froze for a moment, then hurriedly smiled. "Don't worry, we'll take that into consideration!"
Only then did Lu Xin relax. "Where is the person you want me to examine?"
Just as he asked this, he suddenly heard the sound of wheels rolling across the smooth floor behind a door beside the living room. The door opened, and three or four staff members in white coats pushed in a tall metal box about two meters high. The box was sealed tightly, and from inside came the occasional sounds of frantic