As expected, Qin Xiang didn't get any response.
He didn't mind, it was better if there was one less person competing for food.
Fu Jinghen opened the car door and sat inside, dialing Feng Li's number.
"Check where Wen Qiao is now."
"Got it."
No sooner had he hung up, the phone rang again, it was Qi Ming calling.
Fu Jinghen answered, and Qi Ming's slightly anxious voice came through the receiver, "Little uncle, Wen Shu has been injured in a car accident."
Compared to Qi Ming's panicked anxiety, Fu Jinghen's tone was much calmer and steadier, "Which hospital?"
"Jiangcheng First Hospital."
The black car surged out like a phantom.
Night had fallen, and the traffic on the streets had lessened, making the drive relatively smooth.
The hospital entrance was crowded with reporters who had rushed over, and security was busy maintaining order. Fu Jinghen took a detour to the back of the hospital, parked the car, and then rushed directly to the fourth-floor operating room.
