An Yunhuai soon knew how he was going to be treated.
It wasn't a conventional hospital, there were no doctors or nurses, and definitely no so-called professional equipment.
The second day after settling in the United States, Su Nanzhi took An Yunhuai to an apartment in an alley in Chinatown.
Honestly, the apartment was large and well-lit, but the owner might have been a bit off.
The guy was a young man about their age, with dyed blond hair, very pale skin, a black gem earring on his left ear, dressed in very hip-hop style clothing, and you could vaguely see a blue tattoo around his neck.
The whole place was filled with skateboards, musical instruments, and even a large shoe rack with all sorts of collectible shoes on it.
He looked a bit like a rebellious teenager, and a bit like a rap expert.
The young man indeed had an Asian face, but when he spoke, it was fluent English.
After listening, Su Nanzhi, expressionless, finally said, "Speak Chinese."
The other guy: "..."
