Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Is She That Kind-hearted?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Is She That Kind-hearted?

That evening, Li Qiao sat on the balcony outside her bedroom, flipping through a report on typical cases on her phone.

Paranoid personality disorder, persistent obstinacy, irrational suspicion and paranoia, hypersensitivity…

From the overall content of the report, some of Shang Yu’s behaviors indeed matched those of paranoid disorders.

But they were not severe.

At least for now, they did not reach the level of severity required for a clinical diagnosis.

After reading through the dozen or so pages of the report, Li Qiao let out a slight sigh of relief.

She put down her phone and gazed into the dense darkness of the night, lost in thought.

…

The next day, Monday, after work in the evening.

Li Qiao left the company and drove to the tenement buildings next to the River View luxury home.

She parked her car on the roadside and called Guan Mingyu.

In less than five minutes, a plump figure darted out of the tenement building.

At that time, Guan Mingyu’s hair was damp, and there were still a few unrinsed soap suds along her hairline.

Clearly, she had rushed out before finishing her shower.

Approaching Li Qiao, she breathed a little hastily and asked cautiously, “Miss Li, did you want to see me?”

At that moment, Li Qiao was leaning against the car door, her gaze calmly surveying Guan Mingyu before handing her a business card, “Find some time to go there yourself and look for Academician Jiang Hande.”

Guan Mingyu received the white business card with both hands, studying it carefully, “This is…”

“Academician Jiang is aware of your situation.

Go there for a check-up first; we’ll talk about the rest later,” Li Qiao explained briefly before she turned to get into her car.

Guan Mingyu stepped forward anxiously and asked hesitantly, “Miss Li, may I ask if this check-up…

is it expensive?”

She knew that Li Qiao had good intentions, but for the poor seeking medical care, there were too many circumstances beyond their control.

Sometimes, the cost of just one medical test could be enough to crush a family.

Li Qiao paused, turning back to look at Guan Mingyu, “It’s free.

Arrange a time that suits you and go as soon as possible.”

Guan Mingyu stood there watching the tail lights disappear around the corner of the street; she looked down at the business card in her hand, her eyes slightly red.

“Mingyu, what are you standing there for?” A concerned voice came from behind.

It was her brother, Guan Mingchen.

He seemed to have just come back from the construction site, his camouflage uniform covered in dust and his hair coated with a layer of ash.

Guan Mingyu handed the business card to Guan Mingchen and briefly summarized the situation.

Mingchen’s brows furrowed, “Renhe Medical Laboratory?

Does she have such a good heart?”

The simple-minded Guan Mingchen could not believe that Li Qiao would help them selflessly.

Guan Mingyu, recalling past events, scratched her hairline, “Brother, no matter what Miss Li is thinking, I want to give it a try.

After all, it’s just a check-up; it shouldn’t take too long.”

Guan Mingyu was more meticulous in her thinking.

A medical laboratory sounded like a place even more high-end than a hospital.

Guan Mingchen dusted off the dust from his clothes, and his piercing eyes were still filled with suspicion, “Then I’ll come with you.”

…

Half an hour later, at the South Sea Entertainment City.

Li Qiao parked her car and headed straight for the teahouse on the seventh floor.

During the dinner rush, the restaurant was crowded with people.

Tang Yiting was sitting by a window when she spotted Li Qiao’s figure and immediately stretched her neck, waving, “Qiaoqiao, over here!”

That evening, the two best friends had made plans to have dinner together.

Li Qiao took her seat, and Tang Yiting poured her a glass of water, lifting her chin with a haughty air, “How did you find the time to come out today?”

Tang Yiting had asked her out several times before, only to be mercilessly rejected.

Today was a rare occasion.

Li Qiao took a sip of water, glancing indifferently at her, “Idle.”