Meanwhile, in Tiandong City's best private hospital.
In the high-end VIP ward, Shen Wanhao had just finished receiving treatment.
At this moment, he was lying in bed, unable to move. His body had multiple fractures, and he had nearly lost half his life.
"Doctor, how are my injuries? They won't affect the happiness of the second half of my life, right?" Shen Wanhao's eyes moved as he asked the doctor.
He didn't care about any other injuries; he was only concerned about his own happiness.
"Mr. Shen, the situation isn't optimistic. However, we will do our best," the doctor replied.
"Ah? This..." Upon hearing this, a look of jealous anger immediately appeared on Shen Wanhao's face.
"Well, Mr. Shen, you should rest. I'll be going now," the doctor said without elaborating and left the ward directly.
In the ward, besides Shen Wanhao, there was only one middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit.
