Chapter 11 Don't avoid seeking medical treatment for mental illness
In a quiet alley on Wangjiang South Road, Black Huiteng slowly stopped.
Qiao Nian took off her seat belt, picked up her bag, and said to the man in the driver's seat, "Thank you."
Ye Wangchuan's jaw slightly raised, with one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other on the side of the car window. The brown Buddhist beads wrapped around his fair wrist, as if imprisoning a lazy sleeping lion. He glanced at the door on the roadside and didn't see anything special about this place, saying; "Do you want me to accompany you inside?"
Qiao Nian didn't want to refuse even if she wanted to; "No need, I can just go in by myself."
Ye Wangchuan squinted his eyes and didn't speak.
Qiao Nian couldn't wait to get rid of him, closed the car door, waved his hand, and said, "I'll go first, Brother Ye."
"Mmm."
Ye Wangchuan watched as she walked into the two-story white building with familiarity, sat in the driver's seat, and took out her phone.
He has lived in Beijing for a long time, but he has a clear idea of the land price around the city.
The house that Qiao Nian just entered is located in a prime location in the south of the city. Any storefront in this commercial area is expensive, and a place like this that resembles a private studio is unlikely to be cheap.
Jiang Li told him that Qiao Nian's former foster parents had some small money at home, but it was very bad for her. She couldn't even bear to go to a better school.
How could she know about such a place? Does it even look like it comes frequently?
He took a photo of the white mansion.
Soon, news came back.
[I know here! There is a psychological clinic on Wangjiang Road, where doctors are notoriously difficult to arrange appointments with! The prices charged are also very expensive. You... are not feeling well? If you are mentally ill, don't hesitate to seek medical treatment!]
Get lost
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows after replying to the message with one hand and looked at the girl who had already entered the door.
A psychological clinic?
Is the price expensive?
He had read Qiao Nian's materials, which were ordinary and unremarkable. However, after encountering them, she didn't look like what was written on the materials at all.
He was about to reply to the message when suddenly, his phone screen lit up with an incoming call display.
Ye Wangchuan picked up his phone and spoke in a deep and hoarse voice, "What's going on?"
"Master Xuanye, young master, young master is missing!"
His face suddenly darkened, his jawline tense like a knife, and he had no intention of meddling in the psychological clinic anymore. He suddenly started the car, turned the steering wheel, and told the person over there, "Where are you?"
The black sedan swept away from the dust -