"Boom"—his mind exploded in an instant.
It felt as if the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him, a trap from the skies that had unexpectedly fallen onto himself.
"You're talking nonsense. How could I possibly be infected with AIDS?" Gu Zhiyuan's breathing became difficult.
He kept tugging at his own collar, the helicopter's control panel was destroyed, he closed the helicopter's cabin door. At first, it was fine, but as time passed, his breathing progressively worsened.
Gu Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward, trying to open the door, but the door was out of control.
"Bang, bang, bang"—Gu Zhiyuan kept banging on the helicopter door, but the people outside just gazed at him blankly and did not come forward to help.
"Ji Shunuan, have your man find someone to help me open the helicopter cabin door," Gu Zhiyuan grew desperate.
Even if death was inevitable, he didn't want to die just yet.
Surviving one more day was still one day; he absolutely couldn't die now.
