8:30 PM, Hemu Hospital in Shanghai.
Zhong Cheng was in a meeting with several important hospital leaders. He wasn't planning on taking this call, but Li Fen usually didn't call unless it was something urgent, so he excused himself and stepped out to answer it.
Upon hearing the word "trouble," Zhong Cheng grew impatient. What trouble could possibly occur at a wedding?
When Li Fen didn't answer right away, Zhong Cheng urged, "Come on, speak up. What's the trouble?"
"Honey, I just ran into Chairman Sha's car. Here's what happened..."
Li Fen nervously explained the situation. After listening, Zhong Cheng's throat involuntarily tightened, "Are you sure it was a black Maybach S680? Do you remember the license plate number?"
"It seemed to be 668... I heard it from Yang Wenhao."
"Yang Wenhao was there too? Hand him the phone."