Gong Ting walked out of the room and got into the elevator while the nurse wasn't looking. With injuries on his body, walking was already very difficult for him. By the time he reached downstairs, he was in a cold sweat from the pain, but he ignored it and got into the car parked outside the door.
The driver glanced back at the pale-faced young master in the rear seat, looking somewhat worried, "Young Master, you've just woken up, and your body hasn't recovered yet. Tell me what you want to do, and I'll handle it. You should return to the hospital to rest."
Gong Ting's eyebrows knitted, "Uncle Zhong, drive. Don't let my father know that I've left the hospital tonight."
"Young Master..."
"I know what I'm doing. If you keep nagging, I'll get out and drive myself." Gong Ting interrupted him. Seeing Gong Ting had lost his temper, Uncle Zhong had no choice but to start the car and drive away.
