"Why don't you write Y?" Jack asked with a frown.

Song Yun said, "I can only speak but not write. You should find someone to translate for you."

Jack suspected she did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

Someone outside came in and took the paper from Jack's hand. Jack stood in the cell without moving, and the people outside with guns did not move either.

Song Yun didn't care. She sat down beside the bed and started massaging the patient.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked.

"This is our ancient Chinese medical technique. You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Jack was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger, so he could only suppress the rage in his heart.

Every time Song Yun pushed and pressed an acupuncture point, she would inject a trace of internal Qi into the acupuncture point, strongly activating the patient's gradually dying body.

Jack felt bored after watching for a while. He really couldn't figure out what Neeson was doing. This oriental woman didn't look like she knew anything about medicine. How could she cure Dr. Tefal?

After pressing thirty major acupoints, Song Yun consumed some of her internal energy. In this place, she didn't dare to let go and had to keep some of her energy to protect herself. She could only use a small amount of energy to save the patient's life. Besides, she couldn't be sure whether this person was one of her own, so it was still unclear whether it was worthwhile to spend too much energy.

Song Yun said to Jack, "The patient is about to wake up. Prepare some warm water and soft food."

Jack sneered, "He's been unconscious for three days, and he's only breathing his last breath. You just pressed a few times and said he's waking up?"

Song Yun's expression was indifferent. "Believe it or not, it's up to you. If the patient doesn't get enough water after waking up and falls into a coma again because of your fault, I will report the situation to Mr. Nissen truthfully."

This trick really didn't work. Although Jack was furious, he still obediently ordered someone to bring water.

Just as Song Yun said, the patient woke up after being in a coma for three days.

Dr. Fair opened his eyes and saw a young woman in a Chinese dress. He thought he was dreaming. How could there be such a young and charming girl in this place?

"You're awake. Do you want some water?" Although it wasn't a question, she had already reached out to help the man up, and then reached out to pick up the water cup placed aside. Using her sleeve to cover it, she quickly poured two drops of nutrient solution into the warm water.

Dr. Fair instinctively wanted to refuse the water, but the water splashed at his lips. His body's natural reaction to extreme dehydration made it impossible for him to refuse, and he drank most of the cup of warm water in one breath.

After the warm water entered his stomach, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt much more comfortable and the extreme hunger he felt was much less.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Dr. Fair said in Chinese.

Jack on the side immediately interrupted, "Speak Chinese, not Chinese."

Song Yun said to Dr. Fair in Y language, "I'm Song Yun, a soldier from China. I was invited by Country M to participate in the Military Games. After some twists and turns, I ended up here. Mr. Nissen ordered me to treat you. He hopes you'll continue to serve him for another ten days."

Although Song Yun did not tell the specific process of how she came here, Dr. Fair could guess the process based on the few words she said. After all, most of the people imprisoned here were forced to come here through similar means.

Dr. Fair said, "Don't worry about me. I'd rather die than work for them." His eyes were red as he spoke. "They killed my wife and children, my mother, my entire family. They still want me to work like a slave for them? They're dreaming."

Dr. Fair became very agitated and suddenly began to cough violently.

Song Yun quickly pressed his acupoints to relieve his discomfort.

Soon, Dr. Fair stopped coughing and angrily yelled at Jack, "Stop communicating in Chinese. Don't you understand?"

Song Yun pretended to pat Dr. Fair's back, but actually wrote on Dr. Fair's back with her fingers.