My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1590 647: Living Dead, Consultation

After about seven or eight minutes, a middle-aged man wearing a gray work uniform and black cloth shoes with white soles briskly walked over.

He walked with a calm demeanor, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

"Young man, are you the one who wants to see Mr. Song?"

His eyes directly fixed on Zhou Can inside the car.

"Yes, I wish to meet Mr. Song, here are my credentials."

Zhou Can got out of the car and politely handed over his credentials for inspection.

After taking the credentials and examining them carefully, the man compared them to Zhou Can himself and then returned the credentials to Zhou Can.

"Get in the car, and I'll give you directions."

After speaking, the man walked directly to the other side, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

The two sentinels stood like two spears, saluting Zhou Can's car to allow passage.

This gave Zhou Can a deep sense of the aura of the powerful for the first time.

Even at the Jiangxin Island villa, where security was also stringent and villas sold for over a hundred million, the feeling was entirely different compared to this place.

Driving closer to here, one cannot help but feel an awe, a sense of unfathomable power.

The greenery in this convalescent community is better than in parks, with an extremely low density of buildings, only a few nestled among the greenery.

Apart from this main driveway, one can see some small pebble paths nearby, and red and colorful carp swimming in the fish ponds. Moreover, it seems the water under that arch bridge is flowing and fresh.

Where does this flowing stream come from?

Such clarity is hard to achieve with ordinary river or lake water. After all, pollution discharge is quite severe these days.

Some unscrupulous companies usually dig secret channels to lower the cost of wastewater treatment and discharge covertly.

Through the open car window, he could feel the air in the community was particularly fresh.

It had a comfortable feeling of being in nature, and his mood also became cheerful.

"May I know your honorable surname?"

Zhou Can himself was of significant status and wealth; hence, he could maintain composure facing this middle-aged man.

"My surname is Bian without the honor, I'm the housekeeper for Mr. Song."

"Uncle Bian, is it you who takes care of Mr. Song Dingxian?"

Given the man's age of over fifty, calling him uncle seemed appropriate.

"I am mainly responsible; usually, Mr. Song is cared for by many people."

"Is Mr. Song's health stable? I mean, after paralysis, has his overall physical condition deteriorated significantly?"

"It's the house in front; you can just park the car outside. Non-family vehicles can't enter."

Uncle Bian did not answer Zhou Can's question.

Instead, he pointed at a house with a traditional Chinese style in front.

Only two stories high, the eaves curved upwards, and even roof ridge animals meant to ward off evil were visible on the roof.

They parked on the roadside, and both got out of the car.

Upon entering, a burly middle-aged man produced a metal detector.

"As per rules, entering this house requires a security check; no blades, firearms, or dangerous items allowed. Please understand."

"Alright."

Zhou Can spread his arms, allowing himself to be inspected.

After scanning with the device, the middle-aged man performed a simple yet professional body search on Zhou Can from top to bottom.

After the search, the man looked deeply at Zhou Can.

"I didn't expect you to be a martial artist; you may enter."

He gestured for him to proceed.

His attitude towards Zhou Can changed slightly, with a newfound respect.

Whether one has trained can be felt the moment one touches their body.

The muscles of a martial artist are not only tougher but also naturally responsive. They reflexively tense or rebound when attacked. This is because rigorous practice in professional combat and sparring has embedded self-defense and counterattack instincts into every muscle.

Some formidable masters have even integrated this into their very bones.

Uncle Bian, hearing the middle-aged man's words, glanced at Zhou Can with slight surprise,

but didn't say much more.

"Please follow me!"

Uncle Bian led Zhou Can into the courtyard, where the environment was serene, and the layout was extraordinarily mindful.

Every plant, pavilion, rockery, entrance screen, and even the garage was meticulously considered.

Upon entering the main hall, Zhou Can noticed multiple servants inside.

There were young maids in their twenties, older maids in their fifties, and male servants, all dressed in black-like cloth shirts, long trousers, and cloth shoes.

Such are the meticulous standards of a distinguished family!

Zhou Can couldn't help but sigh.

Housekeeper Bian led Zhou Can to a room.

"Please wait outside for a moment, I'll inform Mr. Song."

As the door opened, it was faintly visible that the room was large, at least sixty square meters, comparable to a large living room.

A bed was in the center of the room, flanked by various pieces of equipment.

On the west side of the room, astonishingly, there were pieces like an ECMO, advanced ultrasound equipment, and a hemodialysis machine...

This was essentially an entirely-equipped miniature intensive care ward.

If that wasn't incredible enough, two middle-aged men and women, dressed in white cloth clothes, were stationed inside the ward.

These two were undoubtedly professional medical staff.

At that moment, besides being shocked, Zhou Can could only think of two words: awe-inspiring.

It was truly impressive.

The cost of procuring those instruments was already daunting, and their daily maintenance was not a minor expense. Additionally, hiring at least two professional medical staff to stand by the bedside was necessary.

Such expenses are certainly not something an ordinary household can bear.

Housekeeper Bian quickly returned.

"You may enter now."