Chapter 338

I don't know how to deal with the injured model in general.

But on the issue of Giselle bonchen, Roy Raymond, President of Weimi, was very cooperative with Wang Jian.

He not only let Heidi Krum, the best friend of the Brazilian girl, follow him with plain clothes to help Wang Jian take care of him.

In addition, we also sent out the extended Lincoln, which is the easiest reception car for the three people to drive out of the parking lot.

Heidi Krum, who has just put on jeans and T-shirts for a Brazilian girl, gives Wang Jian a hidden glance.

After finding that the other side got on the bus again, he looked at Giselle's long legs in a daze.

She pretended to be relieved, stretched her legs, and asked, "Giselle, how are you feeling now?"

Bang Chen secretly looked at Wang Jian, a little shy to take back his legs.

She blushed and muttered: "it still hurts..."

"fuck!" In his heart, Wang Jian scolded, "when you get to the hospital, don't you want me to hold you?"

Although the long legs wrapped in skinny jeans are straight and slim, they are very beautiful.

However, Wang Jian is not in the mood to appreciate it at all.

The body of the Vermeer angel is much thinner than that of ordinary people.

However, their general height is about 180!

Wang Jian thought about holding each other's teeth just now in order to show his love in front of Versace and others.

He felt the card in his pocket that Lehmann had given him.

Then Wang Jian knocked on the driver's seat and said, "don't go to public hospitals. Go to Cornell Presbyterian Hospital."

Anyway, as a VIP, you can always get a wheelchair in the hospital controlled by Goldman Sachs?

Otherwise, with the busyness of the public hospital, holding this 16-year-old girl who is about the same height as herself, will he have to die of fatigue?

But unexpectedly, the name of Cornell hospital startled the two girls.

"Mr. Wang, it's too expensive there..." Giselle whispered, "and you can't use medical insurance yet."

"It doesn't matter." Wang Jian said, "don't worry about the medical expenses. I must give you the best treatment."

What I think is, "I love money, but it should be calculated in millions of dollars."

"Besides, it seems that you don't have to spend money to go there..."

soon, Lincoln arrived at the entrance of Cornell hospital in Manhattan.

The driver may be out of suspicion, and did not intend to help.

Wang Jian looked at his two pairs of beautiful eyes with different colors and squeezed out some smiles. "Miss Giselle, let me help you."

"Well..." Giselle Bangchen answered softly, and did not dare to look directly into Wang Jian's eyes.

"It's like going to the gym!" Wang Jian murmured to himself. He put his arm around the girl's shoulder and grasped her knee in the other hand. He gritted his teeth and picked her up.

When they felt that they were about to run out of strength, they finally arrived at the reception desk.

He directed Heidi Krum to take the black card out of his coat pocket and pass it to the receptionist.

Fortunately, Cornell hospital attaches great importance to the senior clients of major shareholders.

Soon, there are several doctors, nurses, wheelchairs appeared.

Wang Jian put Giselle in the wheelchair, then automatically stepped back and went to the doctor to have a rest.

But this action, but let two girls think, he is discussing the disease with the doctor.

"Mr. Wang, I just sprained my ankle. It happens all the time." Giselle bonchen said silently in his heart.

Heidi Krum looked at her wheelchair companion with pale blue eyes.

Just a little envy in my eyes.

It has to be said that Cornell hospital really has no plan to save money for Goldman Sachs.

It's just a sprained ankle. Doctors almost want Giselle bonchen to have a general examination.

She took all kinds of MRI, CT, blood examination documents, a little bit stunned.

"Mr. Wang..." Giselle looked back at Wang Jian and whispered, "you don't have to do this."

Although Wang Jian also felt a bit exaggerated, these examination rooms were all on the same floor, which was far less than going upstairs to find a doctor.

So, he said with a smile: "we still listen to the advice of professionals, everything to ensure your health."

Giselle bonchen opened his mouth and said nothing.

It's just that the skin on her face is getting redder.

Another aspect of high hospital charges is that the service is very considerate and the number of patients who come to see a doctor is very small.

It took about a few hours, and the results of so many tests came out."Muscle contusion, probably a day or two off." The doctor looked at Wang Jian and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you need to consider arranging for this young lady to be hospitalized?"

"For advanced users, we will provide luxury wards."

"And there are masseuses who have worked for the Knicks, who can speed up their recovery."

It's just a day or two. What's the quick recovery?

Hearing this, Wang Jian almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Giselle bonchen also said, "I can go back to my apartment and have a rest."

No!

Wang Jian suddenly remembered that if she went back to her apartment, she would have to send it again!

Do you want to continue "fitness"?

So he said, "stay in the hospital."

"Miss Giselle, you must be fully recovered before you leave the hospital."

"That way, I can be at ease."

After finally settling her down, Wang Jian left.

"Take good care of your injury. After you recover, I'll pick you up and relax."

"Well." Giselle bonchen replied.

"This treatment..." Heidi Krum sighed as she looked at all the appliances in the ward.

She came to the window and watched Wang Jian sit on Lincoln.

Heidi Krum turned around and was ready to make fun of her companion.

But found that Giselle? Bonchen just turned around, staring at the door of the ward.

On the other hand, Wang Jian ordered the driver to rush to the office building in flushing as quickly as possible.

He called Tom into the office and began to give orders.

"To borrow the heat of the movie, let's inform the media that we are going to shoot prison break? Transfiguration."

"There's a major supporting actress who's going to be a Supermodel of Vimy."

"And this supermodel, because of me, may have been identified."

"Ah?" Tom was stunned for a moment and asked, "are you in love with a Vermeer angel?"

"Poof," Wang Jian, who was drinking coffee, spat out.

"Love? Is there any mistake? "

He thought about it for a moment, and simply told us that he was infatuated with a supermodel and then launched the co branded underwear.

"Tut Tut," Tom looked at Wang Jian contemptuously, "I always think that people like me are bad enough."

"But, see you..." he sipped his coffee and said, "Playboys are good people!"

Wang Jian didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he threw the document about how much money the underwear of "abnormal" could make on his desk a few days ago.

Tom took a look and got up at once.

"I don't think your plan is perfect!"

"We have to design news that makes sure the public thinks you're in love with that supermodel."