Qingshan, Abnormal Human Research Center.
After the taxi came to a stop, the driver, with a hesitant expression, looked at the passenger who was getting out and finally couldn't help but ask as he was about to walk away.
"Excuse me, are you here to work, or to seek treatment?"
Jiang Congshu stopped, turned around, and politely removed his sunglasses to reply, "Is there a problem?"
The taxi driver became visibly excited.
"No, no, just wanted to ask you to check on a patient for me."
Jiang Congshu slightly frowned, "If it's about seeing a patient, couldn't you go in yourself?"
"I don't know her," the taxi driver said somewhat awkwardly. "She came here for treatment in my car before."
"Hmm?"
"Uh... I just want to know how her condition is. Could you please ask for me? I won't charge you for this ride, I'll give you the money back."
The corners of Jiang Congshu's mouth twitched slightly. He very much wanted to ask if the other party knew how much money he had.
