Ye Qingran did not bring anyone along, nor did she tell anyone her purpose for going to Lin City. She directly flew her private plane to Lin City.
She dressed up as a special nurse and wore a mask to the sanatorium where Chu Yan was staying.
It had been more than two months since Chu Yan woke up, and he had been staying in this sanatorium.
Ye Qingran asked around and found out that he had recovered well in the past two months. He would be discharged soon.
The VIP Ward was very quiet. Ye Qingran pushed the medical cart into the ward and saw the man sitting in a wheelchair on the balcony, basking in the sun.
He was wearing an extremely ordinary white t-shirt. His slender, fair fingers was holding a book, and he wore a pair of thin-framed glasses on his face. His temperament was clean and elegant. Under the sun, he looked like a lifelike painting.
Her head rumbled, and she suddenly froze on the spot.
