Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 354 - 338: Stirring Up Popularity

Wang Jian didn’t know how Victoria’s Secret typically handled injured models.

But when it came to Gisele Bundchen’s issue, Victoria’s Secret CEO, Roy Raymond, was very cooperative with Wang Jian’s actions.

He not only allowed the Brazilian girl’s best friend, Heidi Klum, to help take care of Wang Jian while dressed in casual clothes,

but also dispatched the stretch Lincoln they had arrived in, the vehicle easiest to drive out of the parking lot, for their use.

Heidi Klum, who had just helped the Brazilian girl change into jeans and a T-shirt, stealthily glanced at Wang Jian.

Once she saw that he had gotten back into the car, she stared blankly at Gisele’s long legs.

Pretending to breathe a sigh of relief, she stretched out her legs and then asked with concern, "Gisele, how are you feeling now?"

Bundchen stealthily glanced at Wang Jian and shyly thought about withdrawing her legs.

Her cheeks slightly flushed and her voice hesitant, she said, "It still hurts a bit..."

"Fuck!" Wang Jian cursed inwardly, "Does this mean I’ll have to carry her once we get to the hospital?"

Although her legs, wrapped in tight jeans, were straight and shapely, quite beautiful indeed,

Wang Jian was in no mood to appreciate them.

Victoria’s Secret Angels were indeed much slimmer than the average person.

But their average height was also around 180 cm!

Wang Jian thought about the moment he had gritted his teeth and held her to appear affectionate in front of Versace and the others.

He touched the card that Lehman had once given him, which was in his pocket.

Then, Wang Jian tapped the driver’s seat and commanded, "Don’t go to the public hospital, let’s head to Presbyterian University Hospital of Cornell instead."

After all, as a VIP, he should at least be able to get a wheelchair in a Goldman Sachs Holding hospital, right?

Otherwise, considering the busy nature of public hospitals, carrying this 16-year-old girl who was already about as tall as he was, wouldn’t he be exhausted?

To his surprise, the reputation of Cornell Hospital gave the two girls a bit of a shock.

"Mr. Wang, that place is too expensive..." Gisele whispered, "And besides, we can’t use health insurance there."

"No problem," Wang Jian said out loud, "Don’t worry about the medical bills, I must ensure you receive the best treatment."

What he was thinking, however, was, "I do love money, but that should be counted in units of millions of US dollars."

"And it seems like I might not even have to pay there..."

Before long, the stretch Lincoln arrived at the entrance of Cornell Hospital in Manhattan.

The driver, perhaps out of the need for discretion, didn’t seem inclined to assist.

Wang Jian looked at the two pairs of beautiful eyes, each a different color, and forced a smile, "Miss Gisele, let me help you."

"Um..." Gisele Bundchen replied softly, not daring to look directly into Wang Jian’s eyes.

"Just pretend it’s a trip to the gym!" Wang Jian muttered to himself, wrapping one arm around the girl’s shoulders and grabbing her knees with the other, gritting his teeth as he lifted her up.

When he felt his strength was almost spent, the three of them finally reached the reception desk.

He directed Heidi Klum to take out the black card from her jacket pocket and hand it to the reception staff.

Fortunately, Cornell Hospital took their high-level shareholder clients quite seriously.

Soon enough, several doctors and nurses appeared, pushing a wheelchair.

Wang Jian placed Gisele on the wheelchair and then automatically stepped back to rest near the doctors.

However, this move led the two girls to believe that he was discussing the diagnosis with the doctors.

"Mr. Wang, it’s just a sprained ankle, these things happen all the time," Gisele Bundchen murmured to herself.

Heidi Klum gazed at her friend in the wheelchair with her pale blue eyes,

but there was a slight hint of envy in her gaze.

It had to be said, Cornell Hospital really wasn’t planning on saving Goldman Sachs any expenses.

For a mere sprained ankle, the doctors almost wanted Gisele Bundchen to undergo a full body check-up.

She held the various MRI, CT, and blood test forms, looking slightly dazed.

"Mr. Wang..." Gisele turned to look at Wang Jian and whispered, "You don’t need to do all this."

Wang Jian also felt it was a bit too much, but since all the examination rooms were on the same floor, it was less effort than going upstairs to look for a doctor.

So he smiled and said, "Let’s follow the advice of the professionals. We need to ensure your health is the priority."

Gisele Bundchen opened her mouth but didn’t say anything.

Her skin, however, turned even redder.

Another aspect of the hospital’s expensive fees was the very thoughtful service, and the fact that there were very few patients.

It took a few hours, but the results of so many tests were all out.

"You’ve got a muscle contusion and probably need a day or two of rest." The doctor looked at Wang Jian and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you need to consider arranging for the young lady to be hospitalized?"

"For premium users, we provide luxury hospital rooms."

"And we also have masseurs who have served the NYK, which can speed up recovery."

Just one or two days, speed up recovery what?

Hearing this, Wang Jian nearly choked on his own blood.

Gisele Bundchen also said, "I can rest at my apartment."

Wait a minute!

Wang Jian suddenly remembered, if she went back to her apartment, he would definitely have to take her there!

Was he supposed to continue "working out"?

So he answered firmly, "Stay in the hospital."

"Miss Gisele, you must be fully recovered before being discharged."

"Only then can I have peace of mind."

After finally getting her settled in, Wang Jian said his goodbyes and left.

"Take good care of yourself, and after you have recovered, I’ll come and take you out to relax."

"Okay," Gisele Bundchen responded faintly.

"This kind of treatment..." Heidi Krum gazed at the fully equipped appliances in the hospital room and sighed softly.

She went to the window and watched Wang Jian get into the Lincoln.

Heidi Krum turned back, ready to tease her companion.

But she found Gisele Bundchen had just turned her head and was blankly staring at the hospital room door.

On the other side, Wang Jian was instructing the driver to rush to the office building in Flushing as fast as possible.

He called Tom into his office and started giving orders.

"Using the remaining heat from the movie, notify the media we are going to shoot ’Prison Break Transformation.’"

"One of the main supporting female roles will be a Victoria’s Secret supermodel."

"And this supermodel, because of my involvement, might have already been decided."

"Ah?" Tom paused and asked, "Did you fall in love with a Victoria’s Secret Angel?"

"Pfft," Wang Jian, who was drinking coffee, spit it out.

"Love? Are you kidding me?"

He thought for a moment, then briefly described the idea of starting rumors due to predetermined casting, then claiming infatuation with a supermodel, and finally launching signature lingerie.

"Wow," Tom looked at Wang Jian with disdain, "I always thought I was bad enough."

"But seeing you..." he sipped his coffee and continued, "Playboys are good people in comparison!"

Wang Jian couldn’t be bothered with him and directly tossed the document on the earnings potential of ’Anomalies’ lingerie onto the office desk a few days ago.

Tom glanced at it, then immediately stood up.

"I think your plan is not perfect!"

"We need to come up with a design that ensures the public believes you have fallen in love with that supermodel."

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