"Just grazed the skin a bit, walking might be a bit of a challenge." The driver looked at Zhao Hanchen and asked, "Chairman, we were already on our way to the hospital; should we take the person with us too?"
Zhao Hanchen's face was stern, and he descended from the car without a word.
Zhao Ruolan had originally planned to get up early to buy some fresh fish for Cheng Cunzheng, considering that fresh fish was scarce in the deep of winter.
But just as she got off the bus, she was struck by someone.
Zhao Ruolan saw the driver turn back, the smile on his face clearly more panicked than before, "You look badly hurt, let me take you to the hospital, okay?"
Before the driver had finished speaking, Zhao Ruolan also saw Zhao Hanchen, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, get out of the car.
The latter walked up to her, knelt down, and said, "Madam, let me take you to the hospital."
