Wenchuan District, Taijiang Hospital.
Fang Cheng, after consulting the reception desk, carried a beautifully arranged fruit basket and took the elevator to the third floor.
This hospital is a private institution, relatively small in size with only five floors.
Yet the environment is exceptionally elegant and tranquil, with very meticulous decor.
It lacks the noise and chaos typical of large public hospitals.
Walking through, he saw more medical staff than patients, all of whom were exceptionally friendly.
If not for the scent of disinfectant filling the air, one might mistakenly think they've entered a luxury hotel.
"Those who can afford to stay here must be wealthy, eh?"
Fang Cheng looked around as he searched for Shijima Gorou's ward.
After passing through the hallway and around a corner, he finally found a particularly secluded VIP intensive care ward.
At that moment, two burly men in black suits and sunglasses stood outside the door.