"A terrorist attack?"
Dr. Zhao's face turned pale, disbelief mingling with her fear.
As a metropolis with a population of over twenty million, Songhai integrated industry, finance, transportation, and shipping. It held a pivotal position nationwide.
Over the past few decades, let alone terrorist attacks, even ordinary crimes had rarely occurred.
"Call the police—hurry, call the police!"
Dr. Zhao fumbled out her phone and tried to dial the Public Security Bureau.
But no one answered.
"Everyone who can call the police is calling right now. The Public Security Bureau has limited operators, so they won't get to your call." Jiang Yu'er quietly closed the door and said in a low voice:
"We'll stay here. Don't run around."
Dr. Zhao looked terrified and frantic. "W-we can't stay here. Kidnappers have no humanity—they'll kill the hostages. Little Jiang, let's escape through the back door."
Jiang Yu'er frowned and cut her off sternly. "Stay here!"
Dr. Zhao froze, staring in astonishment at her familiar colleague. This young woman, with her round face and sweet, lively looks, who had always seemed like an obedient good girl, had suddenly displayed a severity that inspired awe—and fear.
Dr. Zhao had never seen such severity from Jiang Yu'er before.
Jiang Yu'er's expression softened as she said quietly:
"Listen. There's less commotion outside now, which means most people have already been brought under control. Since the terrorists took over the hospital, there must be people guarding both the front and back entrances. There may even be someone watching the surveillance feeds. Staying here is the safest option."
Dr. Zhao nodded blankly.
In the monitoring room, Li Xianzong stood before the control console with his arms crossed. He held a walkie-talkie in his left hand and toyed with a butterfly knife in his right. The fluorescent blue glow of