Outside a ward at Shanghai First People's Hospital, a group of people waited.
Leaning against the wall, Tao Tao knocked his head against it again and again before calling out, "Boss Wang is here!"
At his words, everyone waiting anxiously in the corridor turned to look. Lingzi, who had been pacing back and forth, rushed over and grabbed Wang Yan's arm. "Boss Wang, do you know any doctors? Can you get someone to go in and take another look? President Bao, he..."
Wang Yan patted her hand and gently rubbed her back. "This is one of the best hospitals in the country. Don't panic. Just wait patiently."
After saying that, he gently guided her over to Linghong, who was walking over.
Just then, Stamp Li came over and said, "Boss Wang, President Bao had just come out of the Peace Hotel. He opened the car door and was about to get in when a taxi sent him flying. The taxi drove off right away, but I remembered two digits of the plate number."
"President Bao has already been resuscitated. The doctor said he has some internal bleeding, a concussion, and one broken leg. His life isn't in danger, but he needs to rest and recuperate for a while. They also said he won't wake up until tomorrow morning. Nobody was willing to leave—they all insisted on waiting until President Bao woke up."
"See? The doctor said he's fine. You have to have faith in the doctors' professionalism." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile. "You made it sound way too serious on the phone, as if President Bao were really about to die."
"I was worried..." Lingzi spoke weakly. She had truly been frightened.
Wang Yan shook his head and asked Stamp Li, "You know who did it, right?"