The car had just stopped, and Zhu Chengyou hurried over, waiting by the side of the vehicle.
Seeing Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang get out of the car, Zhu Chengyou quickly bowed with his fists clasped, "Dr. Yang, Miss Qin, welcome to our humble abode."
Whether it was Yang Fei or Qin Yanyang, Zhu Chengyou, though currently the head of the Zhu Family, held great respect for both of them.
Especially towards Yang Fei, Zhu Chengyou felt deeply in his heart.
The last time he had come, this young man was with his niece, and at the time, it was said that he had cured several patients who had been paralyzed for many years; he had great expectations for the young man's medical skills.
Or rather, he was too eager for his father to stand up again, so he had high hopes for Yang Fei's medical skills at that time.
But last time, Yang Fei had only taken his father's pulse before saying that he temporarily could not treat him.
At the time, Zhu Chengyou was very disappointed.
