Chapter 47: Chronicle of the Sixties 7

After getting the exact information about Grandpa Song and others from Gu Songjin, Feng Wu, in order to thank this good Uncle Gu, thought that the harvest had been bad in the past two or three years, so she secretly sent a lot of food, vegetables and fruits to others. Now, these were the only gifts she could give as a thank you.

This time she leaves Beijing, it will be impossible for her to come back in a short time.

Gu Songjin handed Feng Wu a work ID and carefully instructed her, "I've found a job for you as an intern nurse at Jing City People's Hospital. You'll receive a list of accompanying nurses in half a month. During this half month, you'll work in the hospital and get familiar with the situation."

Feng Wu nodded. It must have taken a lot of effort to find this job that required medical experience. "Uncle Gu, thank you so much for your help this time."

Gu Songjin has been feeling conflicted and doesn't know whether what he did is right or wrong.

"This time, we're bringing thousands of prisoners with us, and there are many vicious criminals among them. You must be careful and protect yourself..."

Feng Wu, who had rarely listened to the nagging with patience, declined the invitation to stay for dinner. She wanted to take advantage of the night to go to the First Prison to check on the situation of the few people.

After all, the old man is old, and he suddenly encountered such a change. He is suffering from both physical and mental torture. Feng Wu will feel uneasy unless he finds out their situation.

It would be better to take the risk and go to the prison to see what the situation is.

Besides, it was just an ordinary prison visit, so easy for her.

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The First Prison in Beijing was very large, surrounded by huge walls that were more than five meters high. Feng Wu could see that there was no electric fence installed on the outermost wall. On the sentry tower on the wall, he could even see soldiers standing guard with guns in their hands.

His spiritual sense swept into the city wall about ten meters away. There was another wall three or four meters high, covered with dense electric grids.

Using his spiritual sense to create a transparent barrier for himself, Feng Wu tapped the ground with his toes and slid neatly into the wall.

As soon as we entered the wall, the patrolling soldiers were standing at the door with weapons in hand.

Feng Wu did not intend to lead the charge in the electric net on the city wall, but still used his first-class light body skills to jump into the central building of the prison.

From the outside to the inside, the entire prison area has three heavy iron gates. When it was first built, there were only four three-story prison buildings.

Each prison building is an independent courtyard with a small open space in front of the building, which should be used for prisoners to take some fresh air.

The layout of each prison building is roughly the same, in the shape of a "U", with a long corridor, a gray-white wall on one side, and cells on the other side.

The cells in the First Prison are all single rooms, and there are few large shared rooms. I heard that this is because the prisoners imprisoned here are people with special identities.

His spiritual sense began to scan the buildings one by one, and soon, Feng Wu found Song Kangnian in the second building.

The old man was lying on the bed coughing muffledly. The quilt covering him was thin. On such a cold winter night, lying in the icy bed was very painful for his body.

Having dodged the guards several times along the way, Feng Wu looked left and right in the long corridor and took out a master key from the cloth bag he carried with him.

Of course, this key was used to deceive the old man.

The only thing that is omnipotent is Feng Wu’s powerful spiritual consciousness.

Feng Wu stood on tiptoe and peeked inside the small window of the green iron door, and the door then opened.

Feng Wu set up a temporary barrier at the door to ensure that any movement inside could not leak out.

Song Kangnian had been coughing badly at night these days and had not been sleeping well. When he heard the noise at the door, he immediately sat up alertly.

"Who?" The voice was low, heavy and muffled.

When Feng Wu came in, he had already torn off the barrier on his body. Song Kangnian thought he might have a coughing problem.

Why did he see his little granddaughter standing in front of him?

"Sifeng... cough cough, I'm afraid that this old man may have had a moment of clarity before he died and saw my little granddaughter!" Song Kangnian hunched his back, gasping for breath, and two red blushes appeared on his pale and skinny face due to coughing.

"Grandpa, you are not dreaming. I am really Sifeng." Feng Wu hurried over to support the shaking old man and held the old man's dry hand tightly.

Song Kangnian's old eyes flashed with confusion, but after a few breaths, he regained consciousness, his face pale with fear. "Sifeng, you, you are so brave, how dare you run to this place? Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave. If you are implicated by grandpa, grandpa really can't do anything... cough cough cough..."

Feng Wu had no choice. The old man was too excited at the moment, so he fed the pills he had prepared earlier into his mouth, and used his internal energy in his palms to slowly help dissolve the effects of the medicine on the old man's back.

The pill melted in his mouth, and Song Kangnian's heart, which had been beating fast, immediately calmed down, and his dry and itchy throat also stopped.

Time was running out, so Feng Wu could only quickly take out some food from his bag and place it on the bunk bed while explaining in a low voice, "Grandpa, don't worry, no one noticed me coming in. Eat something first and I'll explain everything to you slowly."

Song Kangnian, who had experienced the ups and downs of life for most of his life, quickly calmed down, touched his granddaughter's furry head lovingly, and picked up the yellow rice porridge handed to him.

Only after eating a bowl of rice porridge did Song Kangnian feel that he was really alive again. For the past six months, he had been eating hard steamed buns made of three-grain flour every day. They were dry and choked the throat, and going to the toilet was almost a life-threatening experience.

Feng Wu briefly explained the future arrangements to the old man, "...Uncle Gu has also found out that most of the people in the First Prison will be sent to the farms in the north soon. I need to intern at the People's Hospital for half a month, and then I will accompany you to the north as an accompanying nurse..."

The old man interrupted, "Sifeng, no, this won't work. What's the situation in the north? It's painful for a girl like you to suffer with us. You..."

"Grandpa, it's actually quite hard for me to stay in Beijing with my current status. We are a family, and we can all take care of each other. My aunt and my cousin have been sent to a remote fishing village, and we will definitely meet again in the future.

Grandpa, you must take care of yourself and wait for the injustice to be cleared so that our family can be reunited soon."

"Okay, okay, Grandpa will take care of himself. You have to be careful outside, too. Okay?"

The talk of family reunion left Song Kangnian completely speechless. He knew what the situation was like outside now. It was hard for this girl to refuse to sever ties with her family. She must have been troubled and looked down upon by others outside in the past six months.

He had so many words of advice he wanted to say, but in the end, he could only pat the child's head and say a helpless word of caution. He didn't know why his granddaughter could be so relaxed and casual under such strict supervision, as if she were in a deserted place. He subconsciously refused to think too deeply about it.

Feng Wu used some special abilities, which was naturally difficult to explain. They could only use their spiritual consciousness to restrict the old man's thinking. Once they thought of Feng Wu's unusualness, their brains automatically avoided this question.