Han Wengang raised his eyes but didn't respond to her.
Shaojing squatted in front of Han Wengang and said to Han Qing, "Help, I'll carry him!"
Han Qing paused, at this moment, Han Wengang was filth-covered, reeking of alcohol with his clothes, stained with wounds, in total disorder.
While Shaojing, with his handsome aristocratic looks, wearing a sharply tailored suit, was easy to tell he was of high worth. She hesitated, "I'll call an ambulance!"
"We don't have that much time, I'll just carry him!" Shaojing insisted.
Han Qing bit her lip and finally helped Han Wengang lay slowly on Shaojing's back. Shaojing hoisted Han Wengang and with Han Qing's assistance, they quickly left the room!
...
In the hospital, Han Wengang had already had his wounds treated and was resting in the ward. Han Qing came out to find Shaojing making a phone call at the end of the corridor.
After thinking a bit, she walked over. Hearing her footsteps, Shaojing said a few words into his phone and hung up.
