Chapter 33

Sang Zhi was also from the north in her previous life. But whether due to the greenhouse effect or some other reason, the hometown she grew up in had never seen such heavy, goose-feather snow again. The snowflakes drifted down in abundance, and soon, the ground was a vast, blinding white. A moment ago, Sang Zhi had heard someone shouting for help. It was just one cry, then silence. Thinking it was only children playing or begging for mercy, she hadn't paid it much mind. But soon, she revised her conclusion. It wasn't children acting up; someone was genuinely screaming for help. From her vantage point, she could clearly see two men carrying a third, who was grimacing in pain, toward the guesthouse. She had initially wanted to see if she could help—after all, she was a doctor—but someone on the same floor ran down faster than her. It was Wang Yulong and his lackey. The two of them were completely different from the arrogant, puffed-up way they had behaved toward her earlier. Now, they were cowering, fawning, and asking what had happened to the man on the stretcher.