With the socialite's help, Gu Chen soon arrived at the resort's medical room.
The medical room reeked of the sharp smell of disinfectant.
Meng Fan was lying on a hospital bed, receiving basic treatment.
One of the doctors said, "This leg has a severe comminuted fracture.
Here in our medical room, we can only temporarily stabilize your injury.
Proper treatment will require a trip to a real hospital.
After all, we don't have some of the necessary medical equipment here."
Meng Fan's face was ashen. He lay on the bed, whimpering, "Then what are you waiting for? I feel like this leg is about to be useless! They're not going to amputate it if I get to the hospital too late, are they?"
"Young Master Meng Fan, please rest assured, it won't come to an amputation. We've already contacted the hospital for an ambulance. It's on its way," the doctor replied calmly.
"Call them again and tell them to hurry up! Their efficiency is pathetic."
