People have a subconscious awareness of impending danger.
The middle-aged man lying in bed was none other than Pei Shanglian. His eyes suddenly snapped open, and just as he was about to rise, a dagger was already pressed against his throat.
"Director Pei, don't move, or your wife will pay the price,"
a quiet voice warned.
"Who are you?"
Pei Shanglian, in danger, asked.
The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Director Pei, someone wants you to take a few days off."
No sooner had the words fallen
than one hand covered his mouth, and the other plunged toward his shoulder…
…
It was half-past five in the morning.
It was not yet light.
Chen Fang rushed into the operating room of Guyang City's First People's Hospital.
By the time he arrived, Vice Secretary Ling Li was already on the scene.
Upon seeing Chen Fang, she immediately approached.
"How's Director Pei?"
Chen Fang grabbed Ling Li and asked anxiously.