An Ru's hospital is a private one; perhaps because it was a suicide, going to a public hospital was somewhat inconvenient.
Private hospitals are not cheap, and the environment is extremely good.
Yao Qing got out of the car, her face obscured by sunglasses and a mask.
Behind her, Ruan Qiu followed.
She leaned into Yao Qing's ear and whispered, "Nianchu just updated me with the news; she was moved out of the resuscitation room half an hour ago, and now she should be in the intensive care unit… Room B108 on the fourth floor."
Yao Qing hummed faintly in response and her gaze swept around the area.
Suddenly, her eyes settled on a car in the corner to the far right.
As her gaze was cast over there, her own steps also paused abruptly.
Ruan Qiu also looked in the direction of Yao Qing's gaze, seeing nothing but a Cayenne.
She reached out and tugged at Yao Qing's arm, whispering, "Stop looking, let's go in quickly."
It was a black Cayenne.