The businessman nodded and began to make his way up the stairs. The door was opened by a maid and a middle-aged woman stood up to face them. She cast a displeased glance in their direction.
"Why did you invite these so-called Masters again? Even the doctors don't know what is going on with Ru Tu. What is the use of looking for a Master's? What we should be doing is contacting our foreign friends to know if they have any doctor abroad who could help?"
The man was a little embarrassed to look at the small crowd that followed after him and consoled his wife, "Meier this would be the last time."
The woman did not believe all these mysterious things but she did not say any other thing, giving a gap and allowing the men to enter the room. The young man was lying on the bed, his arm was connected with an IV drip. The room was the typical room of a wealthy, young man, posters of different musicians and sports players hung on the wall.