Just as the patrol car arrived, its headlights suddenly illuminated the pitch-black villa—everyone shielded their eyes from the glare. Six people got out of the car. Seeing Secretary Zhang foaming at the mouth, one of them asked, "What happened to Secretary Zhang?"
As Secretary Zhang continued to foam at the mouth, his whole body began to convulse, and he soon fell to the ground. Niu Mou quickly supported Secretary Zhang, looking deeply concerned.
"He's either suffering from heatstroke or having an epileptic seizure," Niu Mou said, then continued, "We should take him to the hospital first."
Niu Mou pinched Secretary Zhang's pressure points, slapped his cheeks lightly, and then even performed standard CPR.
If Niu Mou hadn't slapped Secretary Zhang's face until it was red, Jing Shu would have thought he was Secretary Zhang's son, considering how diligently he was working.
The few people who had just arrived hesitated. "What about the task Secretary Zhang entrusted to us..."
