After speaking, he directly hung up the phone.
Ye Qingyou looked at the phone and raised his eyebrows.
He knew that his money-obsessed brother wouldn't agree.
He wasn't in a hurry, being someone who always pursued perfection, he stood up leisurely.
The little assistant packed his things, listening to his words without hearing what was said on the other side, thinking he was worried about the small clinic.
Couldn't help but say: "Dr. Ye, the North 5th Ring Road isn't bad either, the rent prices in the city center are too expensive..."
Ye Qingyou glanced at him upon hearing this, didn't speak, and turned to walk out.
He entered the top VIP ward.
This ward, the Ye family had paid for, so even if Ye Qingyou wasn't at the hospital, Ye Qijun would stay here.
Sure enough, upon entering, he saw Xu Qiaoqiao still there, giving Ye Qijun a massage.
Patients bedridden for a long time need massages for their muscles to prevent deterioration.
