Ye Fan pondered the situation. As a first-tier city, Suhang City boasted high medical standards, and if even the top-level hospitals couldn't handle it, he didn't have much confidence either. The brain was different from other locations, exceedingly complex, so without understanding the circumstances, Ye Fan chose to remain silent.
When the elevator door opened, Quan Yunsong said, "Mr. Ye, we're almost there."
Quan Yunsong led Ye Fan to a huge office, not very luxurious in decor, but it exuded an atmosphere of grandeur and class, fitting for an underworld boss—nothing overly ornate was needed, just simple elegance to reflect status.
Upon entering, a man nearing forty stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the view. From the side, his face was squarely shaped with short, thick, and sturdy hair that resembled strands of iron wire. His gaze was cold, imparting a sense of resolute strength.
