Once the car arrived at the entrance of the psychiatric hospital, the two got out.
After getting out, they had barely reached the hospital entrance when several doctors in white coats were already waiting there.
Seeing Ye Qiu arrive, the director at the front immediately stepped forward with a respectful expression and called out.
"Young Master Ye, you must be tired from the journey. I've prepared some hot tea in my office. Would you like to rest first?"
Early that morning, he had received a call from a leader, telling him to properly receive a young man surnamed Ye today.
So he had brought the hospital leadership team here to wait, and at last, this great figure had arrived.
"You're too kind. Take me to see the patient directly."
Ye Qiu smiled faintly and declined the director's goodwill.
"Of course, of course. Please follow me."
The director eagerly led the way ahead.
When they reached the ward, Ye Qiu did not have the director open the door. He glanced inside and saw Old Master He shirtless, doing a handstand on the bed.
"He's seriously ill, all right."
Seeing this, Ye Qiu muttered.
"Young Master Ye, rest assured. Our hospital has always been doing everything possible to treat your relative. Although the results haven't been very obvious so far, if you could give us a little more—"
Thinking Ye Qiu was displeased, the director hastily began flattering him and professing his loyalty.
The leader had specifically reminded him over the phone that Young Master Ye was an important figure with an astonishing background, and that he absolutely had to be satisfied.
"Your relatives are the ones with mental problems."
Ye Qiu's face darkened as he said unhappily, "All right, you can all leave. I'll go in and have a chat with