The person who strangled Song Qingxiao had terrifying strength. Just a single tug of their arm made her feel as though the thin strap of her lanyard was about to slice into her neck. It stung fiercely as it dug into her flesh.
Her throat was forced shut, causing her to be unable to breathe in any fresh air. Song Qingxiao lifted her head, and her face was bright red. She instinctively reached out for the dagger hidden in her arm, hoping to get out of the terrible situation. However, as soon as she raised her hand, her logic suppressed the instinct of her body.
Perhaps it was because she had previous experience of being strangled, but Song Qingxiao calmed down quickly as she considered the pros and cons of her actions. The place was a hospital, and there was someone before her. The dagger was her trump card. It would not do her any good if it was revealed at such an early stage.
