Chapter 27

Two years later.

“03781!”

"arrive!"

"You're being released from prison today. Your family is already waiting at the door. Be a good person when you get out. Don't let me see you here again!"

"yes!"

With a bang, the prison gate slowly opened, and a pale, bearded young man approached from a distance, accompanied by a prison guard. The guard led him through two security checks before leaving. Mo Yousen was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he was imprisoned two years ago. His shoes no longer fit him, so he had to wear them as slippers.

Mo Yousen walked out of the prison with a thud and looked back at the prison gate. It seemed that this was just an appetizer.

He was very familiar with the Maybach parked outside the door. Mo Guozheng was standing next to the car, smoking with his assistant. The two were talking and laughing. The moment Mo Guozheng saw Mo Yousen, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Mo Yousen knew he couldn't escape, so what tricks did he plan to use to torture him? Mo Yousen's eyes were cold as he walked forward and looked Mo Guozheng in the face.

"Oh, good son. You've grown a lot taller. The food in prison is very good!" Mo Guozheng smiled sinisterly, threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and crushed it with his toes.

Mo Yousen smiled innocently, "Good dad, this is all thanks to you. My injuries look better. Do you want to see them? I can take them off and show you now."

Mo Guozheng laughed heartily. "Let's go, good son. Daddy will take you to a good place."

Mo Yousen wanted to turn around and run when he heard that, but his assistant was faster. He folded Mo Yousen's arms behind his back, tied them with two hemp ropes, and pushed him into the back seat.

Mo Yousen's skin erupted in goosebumps, fear spreading from his feet to his heart. He couldn't control his trembling legs, and his hands, bound behind his back, tore at the hemp ropes. Mo Guozheng glanced at Mo Yousen's current state, and a sense of pleasure welled up in his heart. He was still a small, easily manipulated ant. Without me, he could be killed by others. If he had known this day would come, why would he have argued with me?

The Maybach quietly drove into Ningnan Hospital. Mo Yousen saw the scene outside the window and cold sweat slid down his spine. He turned around and looked at Mo Guozheng with a pleading look. Seeing that Mo Guozheng was unmoved, Mo Yousen suppressed the urge to vomit and said incoherently: "Please, I was wrong. Don't lock me up, please, please."

Mo Guozheng's vanity was gratified like never before. "Tang Tianlin, oh Tang Tianlin, don't you look down on me the most? Your grandson is even more of a loser than I was back then. It's so satisfying to see him wagging his tail and begging for mercy." Mo Guozheng smiled at him, took out his phone, and sent a voice message to the person over there, "I'm here. Come down and pick him up."

The assistant opened the back door and pulled Mo Yousen out. Mo Yousen was completely panicked. He struggled frantically like a trapped beast. Mo Guozheng's assistant carried him on his shoulders and held him down with his hands like iron clamps.

Mo Yousen was led into the off-white building. The smell of disinfectant in the air made his stomach lurch and he felt like vomiting. The corridor seemed endless, and his ribs felt like they were about to break. He kept kicking the air with his feet and roaring and screaming.

Mo Yousen was pinned down and tied to the hospital bed by two nurses. He shook his head frantically, and opened his mouth to bite the nurses as soon as they approached him. Tears and sweat mixed together and covered his entire body.

"No, no, please, I'm not sick, let me out."

The nurse took out a syringe from the cabinet and flicked it to expel the air. Mo Yousen struggled to break free, twisting wildly on the bed. He couldn't escape, and the syringe pierced his arm. The moment the needle pierced his arm, Mo Yousen felt a cold liquid enter his body. His vision gradually blurred, and the anger and fear in his heart kept him going. Before he closed his eyes, he looked at Mo Guozheng, who stood by the bed with an indifferent expression, and sobbed and growled, "Mo Guozheng! I will never let you go in this life, even if I become a ghost!"

Mo Guozheng smiled. Mo Yousen had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. He looked down at the person on the bed from above, then slowly raised his head to look at the nurse beside him. "Don't let him die, and don't let him get out. Do you understand?"

The nurse nodded to indicate that she understood. Mo Guozheng and his assistant turned around and left the hospital. Mo Guozheng felt more relaxed than ever before. Deep in his heart was a sense of pleasure of revenge. Enjoy it, my good son.

When Mo Yousen woke up, he saw pale walls, the paint already mottled and peeling. He tried to move his limbs, and felt a pulling sensation. This was real, he was really going to be locked up in a mental hospital. Fear gradually spread, and he didn't know how long he would be locked up this time. The lights in the ward were dim, and one light flickered above his head, which made him even more afraid.

Mo Yousen breathed rapidly and shouted, "Let me out! I want to go out! Kill me——"

The door of the ward was opened from outside, and a heavy creaking sound came from his ears. He turned his head to look at the person who came, and his heart was ecstatic. Is he really here to save him? "Let me out, please, let me out."

The man in the white coat ignored what he said and gave Mo Yousen another injection in the arm. Mo Yousen once again felt the liquid enter his body, and the effect of the medicine immediately came on, and he felt drowsy and dizzy again.

The nurse patted the back of Mo Yousen's hand and gave him another injection. "This is a nutritional injection for you. I'll be here to help you change the dressing and remove the injection."

Mo Yousen felt weak all over, his eyes went dark, and he fell asleep again.

This went on for two months, on and off. At first, Mo Yousen pretended to be good, eating and taking medicine, and tried to escape. After being caught, he was tied to the bed and injected. As soon as he was untied, he would run away. After two months, Mo Yousen knew he couldn't escape. Instead of having to endure so many injections, he decided to be obedient.

Mo Yousen pretended to be a thief in the hospital for three years, planning countless escape routes, but never had the chance to execute them. Every day, he put on an innocent look, warmly greeting and chatting with every patient, nurse, and doctor. Despite his good pretense, they still didn't let their guard down.

"Hey, Mo Yousen! Come here!"

Mo Yousen looked back at the person calling him in the corridor. It was a patient in the next room. Mo Yousen had the best relationship with him on this floor. Every afternoon, the two of them would move two chairs and sit in the ward, looking out the window, counting birds, and basking in the sun.

Mo Yousen put on a smile and ran towards him happily, "What's the matter? What good stuff do you have?"

The patient was about the same age as him, with a delicate face and bangs neatly placed on his forehead. He took out a sausage from the pocket of his hospital gown and handed it to Mo Yousen, "The lady at the nurse's station gave it to me this morning! There are two, one for each of us!"

Mo Yousen took the corn sausage in his hand with a puzzled expression, "Why are you suddenly giving us this?"

"You don't know this, do you? The aunt at the nurse's station likes me the most. She said I'm the best behaved and that she was in a good mood today, so she gave me something to eat and told me not to tell anyone!"

Mo Yousen was skeptical about his words, as they didn't make sense, but he still managed to extract the key words, "Why is Auntie in such a good mood? What doesn't she want you to say?"

The man opposite to him tore open the packaging, took a bite of the sausage in his hand, and smiled contentedly, "I'll tell you in secret, I heard Auntie scolding her boss. Her boss is bad, and she's happy to be meeting clients today instead of working at the hospital. Auntie is trying to bribe me!"

Mo Yousen analyzed his words word by word, his heart trembling, and asked with trembling hands: "Are there any customers coming to the hospital today? Are they all going to receive the leaders?"

After asking, Mo Yousen quickly inspected the entire floor. The number of doctors and nurses walking in the corridor was indeed less than twice as many as usual, only five or six. Mo Yousen knew his chance had come, but the risk outweighed the opportunity. If he was caught this time, his three years of pretending would be in vain. Regardless, he decided to give it a try. Mo Guozheng wouldn't let him out anyway.

"The nurse said that the group leader is coming, and asked us to behave ourselves." He finally finished the sausage in his hand and wiped his mouth happily. "Mo Yousen, you have to eat quickly and don't let others see you. I don't have any more."

Mo Yousen rubbed his head and looked at the person in front of him with soft eyes. This news was really fatal to him. He placed the sausage in the palm of his hand and said, "You eat it. I am allergic to sausage."

"Okay, okay," he nodded quickly, fearing that Mo Yousen would regret it the next second. He immediately opened the package and started to eat voraciously. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked Mo Yousen with his head tilted, "Let's continue counting birds this afternoon! Together?"

Mo Yousen nodded and promised him to deal with the matter first, and then find a way to escape, but how to escape?

Mo Yousen's mind began to work rapidly. Ningnan Hospital was invested and built by Ningnan Group, so the leaders of Ningnan should be the old men on the board of directors.

The lack of nurses and doctors in the inpatient building must indicate a larger-scale visit. It might be related to the new building donation. While staying at Yan Yuheng's house, I heard Yan Yuan call and say Ningnan Hospital was putting out bids for the new building. If that were the case, the TV station would be there, too, cutting the ribbon and being interviewed. They'd definitely need to stay the entire morning, having a symbolic lunch before leaving. That meant I only had the entire morning. It was now ten o'clock, leaving me with two hours. Time was running out, and I needed to get away quickly.

Mo Yousen was still brainstorming when he saw a cleaner walk into the public restroom to clean. He knew his chance had come. Mo Yousen patted his fellow patient on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. You go lie down on the bed in my room and wait for me."

He happily circled around Mo Yousen in his hospital gown, "Really? Really? That's great! You never let me touch your bed before!"

Mo Yousen said earnestly: "Really, please warm the quilt for me." Help me escape this disaster.

The half sentence that Mo Yousen didn't say remained in his heart forever. The patient in front of him, who was of the same age as him, was only in his teens. He didn't even doubt why Mo Yousen went to the toilet instead of in his own ward. He just lay obediently on Mo Yousen's bed with his hands folded on the quilt, waiting for him to come back.

Mo Yousen closed the door for him and peered through the glass on the bed. He could see someone lying there, but he couldn't make out their face. He turned and went into the public restroom. The cleaner was mopping the men's room. Mo Yousen exchanged glances before entering the middle cubicle and pulling a syringe from the toilet sink.

He'd been hiding this syringe for three years. One night, after he'd been arrested, he woke up to find half the syringe still inside him. The nurse beside him was so snoring that she hadn't noticed he was awake. With his feet and one arm still bound, Mo Yousen could only use his right hand, which was dripping with saline, to gently pick up the syringe and shove it under his pillow.

The next morning, Mo Yousen obediently looked at the nurse and told her that he wanted to eat. After eating, he took off all the plastic wrap on the lunch box, wrapped it around the syringe, and quietly put it in the public restroom.

I didn't expect it to come in handy this time. I thought I'd never need it again. Mo Yousen took the syringe out of the sink, stared at the needle, and slowly pressed the bottom. Some liquid leaked out of the needle.

Mo Yousen pushed open the door of the cubicle and did not walk out. The cleaning lady looked at Mo Yousen standing at the door with a smile on her face. The fatigue from work also dissipated a lot. She raised her head and greeted Mo Yousen.

Mo Yousen hid the needle behind his back and said to the cleaner, "Grandpa, my back is a little itchy. Can you come in and help me take a look?"

When Baojie saw him, she thought of her beloved grandson and agreed without hesitation.

"Bang!" The cubicle door slammed shut with a loud bang. Mo Yousen pretended to be frightened and shrank his arms, shaking them twice. The cleaning lady looked at Mo Yousen's pitiful appearance and quickly stepped forward to touch his head. "Good boy, we're not afraid, we're not afraid."

Mo Yousen looked at Baojie with innocent eyes, put his arms around his back, slowly picked up the syringe and pointed it at Baojie's neck. Mo Yousen's eyes turned cold and he made up his mind, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

Mo Yousen didn't hesitate to get to the cleaner's neck, and pressed his hand tightly against his mouth to prevent him from making any sound. After a few struggles, he fainted in Mo Yousen's arms. Mo Yousen put him on the toilet lid and asked him to sit upright. He reached out to check his breathing and found that he was still alive.

Mo Yousen quickly stripped off his hospital gown and switched it with the cleaning lady's clothes. He put on the cleaning lady's clothes, picked up the bucket and mop, and used his fingernails to pry the lock on the cubicle door, locking it from the outside so it could only be opened from the inside.

Mo Yousen looked at his appearance in the mirror. Fortunately, the cleaning clothes were thick enough in winter, but his hair was not white enough. He reached out and picked up some wall plaster from the wall and smeared it on his head. He lowered his head and walked out of the bathroom to the stairwell leading to the elevator at the back door.

The nurse looked at the cleaning lady leaving and felt that her profile looked a bit like Mo Yousen. She felt nervous and ran to the door of Mo Yousen's ward. She saw "Mo Yousen" lying on the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief and went back to sit at the nurse's station. She guessed that she was the new cleaning lady. She looked very young.

Mo Yousen escaped from the inpatient building, threw the bucket and mop into the bathroom on the first floor, and ran frantically towards the outpatient door. There were the most people there, and the more people there were, the safer it was.

Mo Yousen's heart was pounding, his adrenaline pumping as he ran from the outpatient clinic all the way out of the hospital. He was overjoyed that he hadn't run into anyone from the Ningnan Group, otherwise he would have been captured. Mo Yousen ran frantically along the roadside. He was finally out! It had been five years since he'd been out. Ningcheng had become unfamiliar. Mo Yousen could only follow his memory to roughly figure out the route. He remembered that there was a high school nearby, and if there was a high school, there must be restaurants and snack streets nearby. The most urgent thing was to find a job. Without a penny, he couldn't move forward.

Mo Yousen ran and walked, and an hour later he arrived at Ningcheng No. 7 Middle School. If No. 7 Middle School was here, then the small restaurants must be in the back alleys. Mo Yousen walked around the back of the school and walked into the back alley. People on the street looked at him with strange eyes.

He looked down at his cleaning uniform and ill-fitting cloth shoes, then walked into a restaurant with his head down. He expressed his desire to work there to the restaurant owner. Mo Yousen persuaded the owner for a long time, and the owner, taking pity on him, agreed.

The boss told him he needed to show his ID and health certificate, which really stumped Mo Yousen. If he went to apply for a replacement, he would definitely be arrested by Mo Guozheng. But if he didn't have an ID, he would be an illegal immigrant. What should he do?

Mo Yousen was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead and tears began to fall. The sound of two men laughing and chatting came from the door. The boss was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned around to greet the new customers.

Mo Yousen panicked when he saw his boss turn and leave. His only hope of survival was about to fade. He stepped forward and quickly grabbed his boss's hand, tears streaming down his face. "Please, give me a chance to work here. I'm very efficient and hardworking. I can take a lower salary, please."

Seeing this, the boss smiled apologetically at the customer and shook off Mo Yousen's hand. "I already told you, what can I do without an ID? I'm the one who got fined after they came to the store to check people and verify their ID! What should I do, little brother?"

Mo Yousen fell on the stool, raised his head and stared at the boss with tears in his eyes, then turned his head to look at the two men next to him. One of them looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Mo...Mo Yousen? Is that you?" the man next to him asked cautiously.

Mo Yousen felt that he had seen hope. Someone recognized him! But he was afraid that it was someone from Mo Guozheng's side. He looked at the man in front of him who recognized him with a vigilant look.

"Mo Yousen? Do you still remember me? I'm Ji Fei!" The man seemed to be sure of who he was. He stepped forward, grabbed his hands, and took out a tissue from the side to wipe his tears.

"Ji Fei? Are you Ji Fei?" Mo Yousen's heart finally relaxed, as if a drifting log had finally reached the shore and no longer had to be tossed around in the sea.

Ji Fei squatted in front of Mo Yousen, took Mo Yousen's hands and pulled him up from the stool, then smiled at the boss and said to his colleagues: "Sorry, I can't eat this meal today, I'll treat you next time."