Georgia slowly opened his eyes.
The smell of disinfectant surged into his nose.
After his pupils adjusted slightly, he saw that the bed was surrounded by people.
"Boss woke up, boss woke up," a bald man shouted excitedly. He leaned closer and asked nervously, "Boss, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Georgia reached out and pushed his face away. "Your breath stinks..."
The bald man looked embarrassed for a moment, but immediately started yelling, "Where's the doctor? Where the hell is the doctor?"
Soon, the doctor rushed in. After carefully examining the instruments, he let out a long sigh of relief. "Mr. Georgia is not in any serious condition."
The Gulf Group executives present all breathed a sigh of relief.
Georgia absolutely could not die—they were all tied together, for better or worse.
"Boss, who did this? I'll get my men and kill them right now!" the bald man roared furiously.
