Ren'an Hospital, outside the emergency room corridor, Yan Xiaye and Qin Yan had been waiting quietly for a long time.
Both of them were smart enough to maintain a precarious alliance, even though Qin Yan was curious about what the psychiatrist had said to Yan Xiaye, he still kept his mouth shut and remained silent.
Yan Xiaye was pleased with the ease, pretending as if nothing had happened with an indifferent expression.
This peace lasted for a while until Qin Jingyi, the only son of Old Mr. Qin, rushed over from a gathering of wealthy heirs, reeking of alcohol and perfume, and appeared breathlessly before them.
"Qin Yan, how is my dad doing?"
Looking up at Qin Jingyi, who was gasping for breath with his hands on his knees, Qin Yan hung up his usual fake smile and said lightly, "Old Mr. Qin is not in significant danger, but given his age, it's inevitable that he feels unwell. The doctor is conducting a thorough examination inside; it might take some more time."
