It was the same Room 5876.
Bai Han, the attending physician for the patient in this room, didn't go in. Instead, he chose to stand outside the door and stare at the two bodyguards, who were built like bears.
His hands were tucked into his white coat, and he leaned against the wall outside, a simple stethoscope around his neck. He had neat, short black hair, sharp eyebrows, and piercing eyes. A pair of rimless glasses added a touch of asceticism to his face.
Bai Han found the two burly men extremely dull and lowered his head to flip through Prince Regent's medical records.
Name: Qin Mohan
Age: 30 years old
Height: 198 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Mental state: Currently stable
He closed Prince Regent's medical records, stroked his chin, and pondered the strange mental fluctuations Prince Regent had mentioned to him last time.
They had thoroughly examined Prince Regent's mental strength, yet there was still no abnormality.
Who could it be?
"Tap, tap, tap." The crisp sound of high heels echoed on the floor.
Bai Han looked up and saw Zhao Fei'er, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Miss Zhao had been visiting quite frequently these past few days.
Just as the rumors outside suggested, their affection for each other was indeed deep.
"Miss Zhao, you've come to see Prince Regent again?" Bai Han straightened up, adjusted his attire, and spoke to the beautiful girl in front of him.
"Yes, I miss Mohan, so I came to see him," Zhao Fei'er said to Bai Han with a smile.
"At this time, His Majesty the King is in the room talking with Prince Regent, so..." Bai Han didn't finish his sentence.
"Thank you, I'll wait outside. I'm not in a hurry," Zhao Fei'er thanked Bai Han and then stepped aside.
However, her eyes remained fixed on the door of the room.
Bai Han didn't pay much attention to Zhao Fei'er anymore and turned his head to continue reviewing the medical records in his hand.
After all, she was Prince Regent's fiancée. They had been engaged for seven or eight years. Although the final wedding ceremony had not yet taken place, she was recognized nationwide as the Crown Princess.
The Zhao family also held considerable influence. This could be considered a powerful alliance.
When would he ever have such a beautiful wife?
Bai Han shouted in his heart.
He was also a handsome man, so why was no one interested in him? It seemed that being around Qin Mohan brought no good luck.
His family had served as imperial private physicians for generations. He was chosen in his generation to be the family doctor, specifically to treat Qin Mohan.
He had, in a sense, grown up with Qin Mohan, just being two or three years older.
Qin Mohan had always been very well-behaved since childhood, so he thought he would continue to be so.
He thought he would be able to freely play around.
Then that incident happened, and his mental state collapsed.
He had been undergoing treatment for several years, and when he was finally nearing full recovery, someone, for reasons unknown, caused his mental state to show signs of breakdown again.
This turn of events caught him completely off guard.
He had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of a partner. After all, Prince Regent was the most important.
Sigh, useless Qin Mohan ruined his youth.
At this moment, inside the room, it was not as peaceful as outside. A sense of strangeness permeated the entire room.
There was no intimate and friendly father-son conversation as expected, only endless silence.
Qin Mohan, lying on the sickbed, sat up and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him.
The middle-aged man also remained silent, just staring at his son.
Their eyes met.
"How are you?" Finally, the middle-aged man spoke the first words between them.
"I'm fine. I should be able to be discharged in a few days," Qin Mohan replied coldly.
"That's good." The middle-aged man finished speaking, stood up, and casually tidied his appearance.
"Rest well. I'll visit you again another day. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be going now." With that, the middle-aged man opened the door and walked out, without looking at Qin Mohan again.
As for the person on the sickbed, he ignored the middle-aged man and turned his gaze towards the window.
As soon as the middle-aged man exited, he saw Bai Han and Zhao Fei'er.
There was no surprise on his face.
Zhao Fei'er and Bai Han bowed when they saw the middle-aged man and said in unison, "May God bless you."
The middle-aged man nodded and replied, "May God bless you both."
"Fei'er, are you here to see Mohan too?" the middle-aged man said to Zhao Fei'er.
"Yes, Your Majesty the King," Zhao Fei'er replied.
"Good, good, good. You go in. Mohan isn't asleep yet. You should keep him company," the middle-aged man said, showing a hint of warmth towards Zhao Fei'er, unlike his cold demeanor in the room.
"Yes." Zhao Fei'er bowed to the middle-aged man, then approached the door and knocked gently a few times, saying, "Mohan, I'm coming in."
With that, she pushed the door open and entered.
The middle-aged man said to Bai Han, "Come with me for a moment."
He then walked outside, with Bai Han following silently behind.
Bai Han was contemplating in his mind.
The bad deeds he had done these past few days, no, the good deeds, right?
But he had replayed everything he had done these past few days countless times, yet he still found no trace of anything unusual.
These days, he had been diligently conducting examinations, re-examinations, and reviewing medical records.
The middle-aged man in front led Bai Han to a more secluded spot and stopped.
"Can Mohan be discharged soon?" the middle-aged man asked Bai Han.
Bai Han stopped about two meters away from the middle-aged man. Hearing this, he lowered his head and flipped through the medical records, saying, "Prince Regent's mental strength has been recovering steadily recently, and he can be discharged."
The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this and said coldly, "You haven't said anything you shouldn't have, have you?"
The aura of someone accustomed to authority pressed down on Bai Han, making it difficult for him to breathe. A few beads of sweat trickled down Bai Han's face as he replied, "No."
The middle-aged man, having received the answer he wanted, turned and left.
Before leaving, he said, "Be mindful of what you say."
Bai Han watched the receding figure of the middle-aged man and silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his legs were still trembling. He used his hand to support himself against the wall with difficulty.
That feeling of playing cards with death just now was truly unpleasant.
Indeed, people shouldn't know too much.
The more you know, the more likely you are to play cards with death.
So, what about that thing in his hand, should he destroy it, or return it to Qin Mohan?
Returning it was impossible. If he returned it, wouldn't he be directly playing cards with death?
But he couldn't destroy that thing either. After all, it belonged to his friend, and he had no right to destroy it.
Sigh, this was truly a headache.
Indeed, cherish your life and stay away from royalty.
Meanwhile, in a cave, Lin Hao was calmly drinking his milk, watching Bai Chen go through the streamer verification process.
Bai Chen had filled in most of his information and then turned to ask Lin Hao, "What type of streamer do you want to be?"
"Gaming," Lin Hao replied.
Upon hearing the answer, Bai Chen lowered his head and quietly selected 'Gaming' as the streamer type.
After completing the verification, Bai Chen returned the StarNet to Lin Hao and said, "I hope you will keep your promise."
Let us leave.
"Okay." Lin Hao took the StarNet and turned to say to Elfa, "Prepare a small aircraft for them and let them leave."
Elfa waved his hand, and a bug led them away.