Xu Qiaoqiao was being held hostage, and could feel a chilling sensation on her neck. That fruit knife might not be sharp, but that didn't stop him from easily slashing her throat.
The man seemed to be a migrant worker, with a sweaty stench filling Xu Qiaoqiao's nostrils, making it hard for her to breathe.
The whole hospital suddenly became chaotic. People in the lobby screamed and ran to the sides, afraid of being affected, and quickly left Xu Qiaoqiao's area empty.
The doctors over there also nervously approached, not daring to get too close, and could only shout from a distance, "You, don't act impulsively!"
But the man seemed to have already lost his mind, "Then save my child! Save my son! Otherwise, I'll kill her!"
Listening to his frantic voice, Xu Qiaoqiao gulped in fear.
Even though she'd faced a drug cartel, her courage couldn't compare to the past, but!
