"Yes, Miss," Yan Mengling stepped forward and began pushing the wheelchair out, passing through the long corridor and then sitting down in the elevator.
When they exited the elevator, they were on the basement first floor. Yan Jiahe stretched out her hand and matched the palm print, and the door was opened.
"Miss, what brings you here?" Mike looked at the person who appeared and quickly put down what he was holding and walked over. "How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Let me give you a checkup first."
She had just had a blood dialysis the day before yesterday, and her complexion today looked relatively good.
"Mhm, okay," Yan Jiahe nodded slightly. Her stomach was actually very uncomfortable and she felt nauseous, but for someone whose blood and even their kidneys were problematic, this was within her tolerable range.
Mike looked at her delicate, somewhat transparent face and felt a pang of pity in his heart.
