When Zhang Lanfeng finally reached there with the rest, Zhang Qian was already lying on the side of the horse carriage with a pale face. He had lost all feeling in his entire body, so Zhang Lanfeng first went forward to check on his wound, and after confirming that he was alright, he sent Zhang Qian to the hospital.
As the two bottles poured in, Zhang Qian finally woke up with a head full of sweat. He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling, the pungent smell of the disinfectant allowing him to clearly know his location, and after a light cough, Zhang Lanfeng's voice sounded out.
"You're awake? Have a glass of boiled water. "
The moment he sat up, Zhang Lanfeng personally poured a cup of plain water and passed it over to Zhang Qian, "I've already sent people to investigate this matter. If your body isn't harmed, it would be a moderate concussion.