"Hey hey, what are you two doing here? This is a private sanatorium, you can't go in!"
As Yang Yifeng and Ye Zitong approached the gatehouse, a woman dressed in business attire who was standing nearby suddenly spoke up.
Her main responsibility was to receive the relatives of patients from this sanatorium, but seeing Yang Yifeng in a security guard uniform, she immediately spoke up without any courtesy.
Working in this field, what mattered was discernment. If Ye Zitong looked like a rich young lady, then Yang Yifeng, at best, was just a security guard. How could a security guard possibly have a relative staying in such a high-end private sanatorium?
You should know that this sanatorium was funded by a bigwig from Donghai City for his own use. Those who could stay here were all individuals with esteemed status. Such people would never have relatives like security guards.
