After getting on the car, Zhang bulbs finally recovered a little and leaned on the back seat. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bro, which hospital are you going to take?" The driver turned back and asked Zhang Yang, who was in a daze. Qiao Feng had not yet woken up from his coma.
"Please drive faster in the nearest hospital. We still don't know how is this uncle." Time waited for no one. Not only the comatose Qiao Feng, but Zhang Lanjie's knee also needed to be treated immediately, so he blurted out.
"Don't worry, there's no problem. Is there anyone in your family? I have a phone call. You can contact it first. There will be a lot of formalities to go to the hospital later." The driver enthusiastically promised, and then handed over the phone.
Zhang Minding's parents were still locked up
