On Wednesday morning.
In a special hospital in Shang ding.
Eight o'clock.
When the hospital's gate opened, a black commercial vehicle from different places slowly drove into the hospital under the airtight security measures.
These cars were of different models and brands. There was a red flag, a Passat, a Bentley, a Mercedes-Benz, and a nanny car.
But all of them didn't hang up the license plate without exception.
One car after another slowly drove in and stopped at the parking lot on one side according to the pointer.
A special staff of the hospital came to open the car door. There were a lot of young people with extraordinary bearing walking out of these cars.
They were all very young.
The youngest seemed to have just reached adulthood, while the biggest one was still immature. He was no more than 22 years old.
It was very quiet.
"Although so many people came from the hospital and so many people got off the cars.
However, there was no sound made at a certain
time.
The young people who got out of the cars did not speak. Everyone remained silent tacitly and stood still, as if waiting for some orders.
A young lady in a black velvet cloak, about 20 or 28 years old, stood in a fat black Bentley.
Even in front of so many outstanding young people of the same generation, the appearance of the young lady had immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Their eyes were full of surprise.
It seemed that he didn't expect that the girl would appear in this hospital with them.
The cold wind in the morning blew across the girl's cheeks, and her long eyelashes quivered gently like cicada wings.
The girl's eyes were clear and she looked around at the people who kept getting out of the cars. No one could tell whether they were happy or angry.
"I didn't expect you to come as well."
At this moment, a young man got out of a nanny's car not far away and whispered to the girl.
The girl glanced at him. "Long Feiyu."
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