"Brother, why are you going to a psychiatric hospital at this time? Do you live nearby?"
The taxi driver sitting in the driver's seat rested his hands on the steering wheel, glancing at the surrounding vehicles.
"I have a friend hospitalized there."
He Ao responded, fiddling with the map feature on his wristband.
A three-dimensional map was projected from the wristband, and He Ao gazed at the address of the Wicke Psychiatric Hospital marked on it, pensive.
"Oh, oh, speeding up, the driver overtook the car in front, "You're visiting him now; you must be close, huh?"
"Indeed," He Ao nodded lightly, "I've always missed him."
He Ao turned off the map on his wristband and opened the detailed information about Wicke Psychiatric Hospital that Eve had just searched for him.
The psychiatric hospital was established about a decade ago. According to the fragmented information available on the internet, it was a charitable institution, offering free treatment to the mentally ill.
