Are you going to die?! There are no cars on this road...!"

"Gudong!"

On the front seat, my husband's head dropped straight down and his whole body was shaking.

The woman smoothed her hair, saw her husband's condition, and immediately stepped forward and asked: "Old Huang, Dahuang, what's wrong with you...?"

"I...my head hurts...I feel weak...I can't breathe...!" the man responded in a daze.

"Dad, Dad, are you okay?" the little girl stepped forward and asked.

"Holy shit!"

When the woman saw her husband's pale cheeks, she immediately unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car: "You get down, I'll drive!"

Two minutes later, the woman helped her husband into the back seat and drove to the nearest hospital.

…

Emergency room.

"The transfer procedures are complete." The attending doctor walked in and said.

"I've finished suturing here," the young doctor turned around: "His condition...?"

"flap!"

"Wow!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing, who had been motionless, suddenly sat up and pulled various pipelines with his body, directly pulling down a large amount of medical equipment.

Everyone was shocked and stepped forward to check.

Yan Xing's eyes were red, and the skin on his cheeks was ulcerated with blood spots. His neck was stiff and he turned his head to look at seven or eight medical staff.

In a small town in southern Yunnan, in a hotel, a group of town leaders were hosting a banquet for superior department leaders due to the tourism festival...
Chapter completed!