A few minutes later, inside Qingyu Hall.
"Mr. Zhao Sr.," Qin Lin said. "Sorry for the delay. I encountered some issues on the road."
"It's all right. I'm very grateful that you could come, Fellow Qin." Zhao Jingxi smiled. "The patient's family is quite anxious. If you're ready, shall we head out now?"
"Of course."
Qin Lin nodded with a smile. "Which hospital is the patient at?"
"Not in our Hangcheng, but at Jinling City First Hospital next door. The patient is from Jinling," Zhao Jingxi said promptly. "It should take us about three hours to get there by expressway. Let's get in the car. We can discuss the specific medical records on the way."
After walking out of Qingyu Hall, Zhao Jingxi pointed to a Mercedes-Benz van already waiting by the roadside.
"Mr. Zhao Sr.," said a young man in a black suit standing outside the car. He scanned Qin Lin, and though he said nothing more, the skepticism in his eyes was unconcealed.
