The three people who walked into the ward were none other than Xu Wenjun, Huang Jian, and Zhong Ping.
However, their appearance was far from pleasant at that moment; they were all wearing the work uniforms specifically issued to drivers by the company, which looked like ordinary casual wear.
But each person's clothes were a bit dusty, especially Zhong Ping, whose entire jacket was torn open, revealing the red thermal shirt underneath.
"Brother Hao, help me..."
As the three approached the hospital bed, Zhong Ping's face immediately crumpled into tears.
"What happened?" Chen Hao saw the state of the three men and, noticing Zhong Ping's tearful disposition, couldn't help but frown and ask.
What could have made the usually optimistic Zhong Ping cry? Chen Hao suddenly remembered what he had seen Xu Wenjun and Huang Jian mention that morning; Xu Wenjun and Zhong Ping had both taken a fancy to the same woman from a health school.