The next morning.
The affiliated hospital of the Chenghuang Hibernation Center in Yemo City.
A thin layer of snow remained in the parking lot, scattered in all directions by the gale descending from the sky. The Flying Car landed and came to a steady stop. Its doors opened, and Song He and Xiang Xiaotong jumped out together.
Song He carried a pitch-black bag, with plump apples swaying back and forth from its opening. The couple had not notified anyone at the hospital, so no one came out to greet them. After putting on masks that concealed their faces, they walked straight toward the inpatient building.
The hospital was extremely busy. Flying Cars constantly swept through the air, while vehicles came and went along the main roads, including no shortage of expensive sports sedans. After just a few years of construction and development, many of the affiliated hospitals of the Chenghuang Hibernation Center had risen to become famous hospitals in their respective regions. Although they could not compete with some long-established elite hospitals, crushing ordinary top-tier public hospitals was effortless.
There was no other reason. They simply had money.
The initial function of the affiliated hospitals of the Chenghuang Hibernation Center was to perform physical examinations for global tycoons who had placed Hibernation Orders, regularly conducting detailed checkups to predict their deaths, so that hibernation beds could be arranged and Hibernation Quota sales adjusted.
Many overseas tycoons moved to live near the Chenghuang Hibernation Center in order to hibernate in time. As they grew older and developed minor ailments every now and then, they tended to seek medical treatment and medicine at the center's affiliated hospitals. After all, one might have to queue at a public hospital if one's luck was bad, but at the affiliated hospitals of the Hibernation Center,