Luckily, as soon as Ye Qingqing and the others arrived at the hotel, they saw Ye Yuanhao, wearing a large mask, hurriedly leaving the hotel. He was walking unsteadily, and even through the mask, they could still feel his anxiety.

Ye Yuanhao hailed a taxi, and just as he was about to get in, the sharp-eyed driver noticed the festering sores on the back of Ye Yuanhao's hand, as well as other exposed parts of his body, all covered in sores that emitted a foul odor.

The driver instinctively slammed the car door shut. "My car's out of gas. You'll have to take the next one!"

After saying that, he stepped on the gas and sped away.

Even if the customer complains, he will refuse to take him. Who knows what infectious disease he has? What if he infects him?

He's the pillar of the family!

Ye Yuanhao was so angry that his vision blurred. He tried to flag down another car, but suddenly everything went black and he couldn't see anything. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. A hotel security guard came over to help him up.

"Don't touch him. He's the third young master of the Ye family who has AIDS. He's already starting to rot. Be careful not to infect him."

Ye Qingqing hid in the crowd and shouted loudly. Instantly, all the curious onlookers scattered like birds and beasts, keeping their distance. Some even turned around and left, as if they were afraid that there was HIV in the air.

The hotel security guards, of course, dared not help Ye Yuanhao up anymore. They called the hotel manager, because such a big matter had to be handled by the leadership.

"Is he the third young master of the Ye family? The one who caused such a stir a while ago? How dare he come to Pingjiang? This kind of cancer should be driven out!"

"It stinks... Oh dear, this person's body is starting to rot. I'm not looking anymore, there might be viruses in the air, let's go!"

"Don't worry, the HIV virus can't survive in the air for more than five seconds. But this third young master of the Ye family is so badly rotten, the book says that someone like him is about to die!"

"No way, he's really going to die? He looks perfectly fine right now!"

"I don't know either, that's what the book says..."

"Look, he seems to have gone blind..."

Someone screamed in terror, pointing at Ye Yuanhao, who looked bewildered in the distance. Everyone looked over, and their expressions changed drastically.

Ye Yuanhao could see nothing anymore. The panic of being plunged into darkness made him forget his surroundings and his own identity. He waved his hands frantically, trying to grasp back some light.

But it was all in vain. Ye Yuanhao heard malicious comments all around him, all cursing him as a social cancer. He wanted to curse back and teach these ungrateful fools a lesson, but he had no strength and couldn't even stand up.

Just now, I think I heard that little bitch Ye Qingqing's voice. It shouldn't be a hallucination. It must be that little bitch. Ye Yuanhao regained some of his senses and turned to look in Ye Qingqing's direction, but it was still pitch black.

Ye Qingqing sneered and shouted, "Call an ambulance quickly! This person is covered in viruses. He must be burned to prevent the spread of the virus. We can't let him harm our Pingjiang."

This proposal received everyone's support.

"Yes, yes, it must be burned completely. Call them right away."

Although the hotel manager had seen it all, he had never encountered anything like this before: an AIDS patient having an attack at the hotel entrance. What the hell was that bad luck!

He dared not approach Ye Yuanhao, so he ordered his men to call an ambulance immediately and planned to thoroughly clean the hotel entrance with disinfectant to ward off bad luck.