Beijing City Hospital.
Wen Shu's manager, Brother Sun, said nervously on the side, "Doctor, is his foot okay?"
"The bone is fractured, he needs to rest well, but there are no other major problems," the doctor said while dressing the wound.
Brother Sun paced back and forth, looking angry, "What's wrong with the organizers, they can't even set up a proper venue? Luckily, it's fine, but if it had directly hit him on the head, would he still be alive now?"
Faced with such a big event, Wen Shu was very calm, casually saying, "Maybe it wasn't the organizers."
It could also be his good stepmother, the one who threw him into the orphanage when he was a child.
His Sister Yan saved him once again, just like when he was a child.
Wen Shu couldn't help but look towards the ward, wondering if his Sister Yan would come to see him?
Brother Sun said strangely, "Who are you waiting for? I've blocked the news, no one will come to this hospital."
