Yun Yiyi slept soundly throughout the night until dawn.
Early the next morning, after eating the breakfast prepared by Cheng Lanlan and her husband, she finally left the house.
Today, she had to make a trip to the Beijing Film Academy to help Qiao Shaoguo get something from Gui Kairong.
After getting off the bus, she registered at the gate and then proceeded inside.
However, just as she reached the office building where Gui Kairong was located, she saw a crowd of people gathered around.
Yunyi asked softly to a woman standing towards the back, "Excuse me, what happened?"
The woman said with a gossipy expression, "It seems someone brought a sick family member here, and I don’t know what set them off."
Just as she finished speaking, another woman commented, "Why bring them out if they’re sick?"
A woman beside them retorted, "How can you be so heartless? Are you saying sick people should just be abandoned?"
Seeing someone arguing with her, the first woman said defensively, "That’s not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean? Besides, the person was almost recovered. Would they have had a relapse if not for someone’s careless words?"
The first woman murmured under her breath, "How was I to know about all this?"
"If you don’t know, then don’t spout nonsense."
Just then, someone shouted, "Make way, make way! The doctor’s here! Everyone, please make way."
The same person added, "There’s nothing to see here. Everyone, please disperse. Don’t block the building entrance; it’s causing a scene."
Seeing that the commotion was over, the crowd gradually dispersed in twos and threes.
Yunyi stepped into the building. To her surprise, the doctor who had just entered was heading to Gui Kairong’s office. She then remembered hearing that Gui Kairong’s sister supposedly had some mental health issues. Could it really be such a coincidence?
Looking at her features, Yunyi knew for certain, without asking, that this had to be Gui Kairong’s sister.
He knew of Yunyi’s medical skills. She wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t confident.
As Yunyi stepped inside, she took a box of silver needles from her pocket—actually, from her spatial storage, she thought.
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