The trip to the ntal hospital the next day was only composed of Qin Jiran and Su Yanyi. Originally state-owned, the hospital had gone through privatization and reconstruction to beco a privately-owned institution. And among the private owners was a shareholder, Su Yanyi.
Not long ago, Su Yanyi had beco a shareholder of this company under the guise of a charitable foundation. After investing, she turned the ntal hospital into a charitable organization that provides free care to many holess ntal patients, which built its reputation. Its fa grew to the extent that its existence beca known nationwide, even referring patients who could not afford treatnt from all over the country.
Su Yanyi didn’t hold any positions at the hospital; she was simply a regular shareholder. However, she had made arrangents prior to their visit, and the vice president was waiting at the entrance to receive them.
"Is everything ready?" Su Yanyi asked directly.
"Miss, everything has been arranged. You can just follow ," replied the vice president, a middle-aged man nearing fifty, who showed exceptional respect towards Su Yanyi, although there seed to be so issues with his form of address.
Qin Jiran gave the vice president an extra glance, and the vice president imdiately greeted Qin Jiran, "Greetings son-in-law, I am Su ng. I’m very pleased to et you."
"Hello," Qin Jiran responded, then looked at Su Yanyi with confusion.
With a simple explanation, Su Yanyi said, "A Su family mber."
With that, Qin Jiran understood. Indeed, the Su family was full of talents and had planted their people everywhere.
In fact, the Vice President Su ng was quite a renowned psychiatrist. Since Su Yanyi’s investnt in the hospital, she had transferred Su ng and over a dozen mbers of the Su family to this place, specifically arranged to handle the case of Wang Zhilin.
The three of them crossed the front building, passed through the central courtyard, and arrived in front of a five-story building. There was a security guard outside, looking very alert. He imdiately approached and greeted them, "Miss, son-in-law, Vice President Su!"
From this greeting, it was clear that this was another mber of the Su family, also part of the security personnel for the small building, taking turns with another mber of the Su family. Their role was to prevent Wang Zhilin from escaping.
The Su family indeed cultivated many people under their influence, capable of developing talents in various fields. Naturally, there would also be ordinary personnel who, after simple training, would be scattered across different industries, becoming the eyes and ears of the Su family. This ford a cornerstone of the Su family’s intelligence system.
After the greetings, the three entered the building and took a special elevator down to the basent.
As Qin Jiran observed the sowhat dim and enclosed environnt around them, he realized that Wang Zhilin’s treatnt here must be even more miserable than in prison.
They walked through the corridor and finally reached the room at the very corner of the hallway. The room’s door had a window through which one could clearly see inside.
Vice President Su ng opened the window, and both Qin Jiran and Su Yanyi looked inside. At first glance, they saw Wang Zhilin lying on the bed, or more accurately, strapped to the bed with her eyes tightly shut, as if trying desperately to curl up.
At the sa ti, they could also see a television not far from the bed. Although they couldn’t see the screen from their angle, they could hear the sounds from it.
"Ah, please don’t hit , I beg you, don’t hit . I’ll do anything, just don’t hit , ah..." It was Wang Zhilin’s crying and pleading voice, pained, hoarse, and so abject that it lacked any spirit of resistance—it was as if one could imagine the scene at that ti just by listening.
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