"Dad!!"
Joy shouted loudly and rushed forward, trying to help Qiao Zhengliang up.
He was walking, but suddenly staggered and fell.
The Maotai liquor bottle in his hand shattered on the ground with a loud "crack."
The unfinished liquor trickled out, filling the air with a rich aroma.
However, Joy, with her large pregnant belly, lacked the strength to lift him.
She tugged and shouted a few times, but Qiao Zhengliang remained unresponsive.
Meanwhile,
Joy's mother, Song Ying, was clutching her throat, her eyes suddenly widening in horror.
Her throat felt like it was on fire—far worse than a case of tonsillitis.
She wasn't sure if it was swollen or something else entirely, but she couldn't make a sound.
She used all her strength to try and yell, but only a low, muffled "mm-mm" sound came out.
The sound was so faint that even she could barely hear it, let alone Joy, who was several steps away.
"Mom, call an ambulance! Hurry!!"
