Zhou Yi glanced at the prisoner and was about to look away when suddenly he froze, realizing that the prisoner's sclera looked very strange.
It seemed the punishment was too severe and his heart couldn't take it; he started rolling his eyes.
Zhou Yi immediately stood up from the bed, walked quickly to the prisoner, squatted down, and pinched his philtrum to try to keep him awake.
After regaining consciousness, the prisoner had a strong will to live, and he repeatedly pleaded with Zhou Yi, "Save me, I can't die! I can't die here..."
"Help me...help me."
Zhou Yi thought to himself that this was troublesome.
But with lives at stake, all he could do was shout outside, "Help! Someone here is dying!"
"Get him to the hospital immediately."
Zhou Yi called out several times, but no one answered.
Zhou Yi knew that it wasn't that they hadn't heard it, but rather that they had heard it but simply didn't want to pay attention.
In the eyes of the prison guards, they were spies who stole state secrets. Even tearing them to pieces wouldn't be enough to appease them. Who would sympathize with or help a spy?
Zhou Yi also wanted to let it go, since he was barely able to protect himself, so why should he be kind enough to save others?
But this person seemed to have a strong sense of perception. He seemed to know what Zhou Yi was thinking. Just as Zhou Yi let go and was about to leave, this person used all his strength to reach out and grab Zhou Yi's hand.
"Help me, I'm not a spy."
"I am innocent, I cannot die here."
"Help me..."
The prisoner's cries for help gradually faded away.
Perhaps even he himself knows that he is just seeking psychological comfort.
This is a detention center for serious criminals. Even if the person in front of you is a doctor, he doesn't have any medical equipment and can't save you.
But he was truly wronged!!
He didn't want to die; he wanted to leave this place alive.
Tears streamed down his face, and his gaze became unfocused again—a sign of impending death.
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up.
He must save this person!
Perhaps it was a shared suffering, a sense of injustice inflicted upon him. If he lacked medical skills, wouldn't he also be at the mercy of others, just like him...?
This sentence touched Zhou Yi.
Regardless of whether he was lying to survive or telling the truth, Zhou Yi felt a sense of shared suffering with him in that instant.
"The conditions in the detention center are rudimentary. Whether you survive or not depends on your fate!"
"I can only do my best."
After saying this to the prisoner, Zhou Yi immediately began CPR. Without a CPR machine, he could only repeatedly press on the prisoner's chest to keep his heart beating.
Not enough, not exciting enough!
Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the entire detention center. If only there were pens in the detention center.
Inserting the pen refill into the body can give him a brief but intense stimulus. Once the body receives the stimulus, a protective mechanism will spontaneously kick in, instantly waking him up.
How could such sharp objects appear in a detention center? Let alone pens, even the chopsticks used for eating are not made of iron.
So Zhou Yi could only say that he had to leave it to fate; this time, it all depended on whether his luck was tough enough.
However--
Just then!
Zhou Yi paused for a moment when he saw the plate he had just placed on the ground.
Zhou Yi walked over quickly, picked up the plate, and fed the dish of pickled vegetables to the prisoner.
He grabbed the prisoner's chin with one hand, then poured all the pickled vegetables into the prisoner's mouth at once, and then poked it in with chopsticks, pushing it all the way down the prisoner's throat.
"vomit......"
The prisoner, who was on the verge of death, was suddenly vomited due to the shock.
Zhou Yi quickly stood up and moved away, watching as the prisoner vomited up everything in his stomach.
Immediately, a very unpleasant smell filled the entire detention center.
The smell of human vomit is like a strong paraquat.
After this shock, the prisoner finally came to his senses.
Although my limbs felt weak after vomiting and I didn't even have the strength to stand up, at least I recovered.
As long as the heart resumes a strong beating and the person regains consciousness, there is a high probability that they will not die immediately.
But the detention center had nothing, so Zhou Yi could only help to this extent.
As for what happens next, we'll have to see how well he recovers.
"You're lucky. You were almost done for." Zhou Yi shook his head with a sigh. "Lie down and recover your strength. There's no need to rush to get up."
If it's a young person in their twenties or thirties.
Without medication, bodily functions will gradually recover.
But the prisoner in front of me had some gray hair and looked to be at least fifty years old. His physical functions had declined significantly, and it was really uncertain whether he could pull through without medication.
After about ten minutes, the prisoner regained some strength, got up from the ground, and walked towards Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi was lying on the bed at the time. When he saw the prisoner coming over, he changed from lying down to sitting up, making room for the prisoner.
"Thank you for saving me."
The man's face was deathly pale. Even in this state, he still maintained his composure. He sat down and said, "I thought I was going to die here. I never expected to meet you."
Judging from the prisoner's heavy Kyoto accent and somewhat official tone, he was probably an official in Kyoto before he was brought in.
Zhou Yi nodded and told the prisoner the truth: "Given your physical condition, it would be best if you were hospitalized for a few days for observation. The conditions in the detention center are not good, and given your physical condition, this is the only time I can save you."
"If you have another attack next time, I won't be able to save you."
The prisoner nodded and sat on the board for a while before he came to his senses.
He looked Zhou Yi over carefully and asked, "You seem quite young, and you're not from Kyoto, are you?"
How did you get arrested?
Being in the detention center was boring, so Zhou Yi started chatting with the prisoners.
"I was invited to Kyoto to treat the wife of a high-ranking official, and then she was poisoned."
"They suspected that my medical skills were inadequate, so I was sent here by a high-ranking official."
When Zhou Yi said this, his eyes and mind were very calm, and he did not hate Leader Yang to the core.
He recounted the matter in a calm and understated manner, as casually as if he were eating or drinking.
The prisoner had just experienced Zhou Yi's medical skills firsthand, and he did not believe that Zhou Yi's medical skills were lacking.
From the moment he started, the prisoner had been secretly observing Zhou Yi. Seeing Zhou Yi calmly recounting his ordeal, the prisoner was secretly astonished.
"Then you're just like me, you've been wronged."
"I have never seen anyone remain so calm after being wrongly accused. Do you have a way to get out?"
"Or are you not afraid of death?"
Zhou Yi countered, "What good will it do me to be angry or upset?"
This question left the prisoner completely bewildered.
Everyone knows the principle, but no one can put it into practice.
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