"You're still worried about the celebration banquet, the most important thing is that you're unharmed," Wen Rang said with a look of helplessness, "Right now, the news of your injury is everywhere, and there are lots of journalists and fans staking out the hospital downstairs."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yisheng fell into thought for a moment, then looked around and asked, "Where is my phone?"
"Here, I brought your backpack with me." Wen Rang brought over the backpack, searched through it, and handed over the phone.
Jiang Yisheng instinctively reached out to take it, only to realize belatedly that neither of his hands could move.
One was wrapped in bandages, and the other was still hooked up to an IV drip.
He sighed lightly, somewhat resigned, "Forget it, help me post on Weibo, so those journalists and fans won't keep blocking the entrance."
After all, the hospital is a public place, and it's not good for journalists and fans to cause trouble by blocking the way downstairs.
