Chapter 227 All Dirty and Black
Crazy laughter echoed in the room, like the cry of crows, full of twisted joy and pain.
Tian Tao's movement of picking up the rotten meat suddenly froze. He looked at Wang Cong with resentment as he pushed away two horrified prison guards and stumbled into the corridor.
"What are you standing there for? Go call the prison doctor!"
Tian Tao carefully held a few pieces of rotten meat in his palms and yelled at the two prison guards in a vague and leaky voice.
The two prison guards were stunned for a moment before they realized that Tian Tao was not talking about forensic doctor Qin Liang, but the medical staff in the prison.
They almost forgot that the Second Prison was also equipped with a prison doctor, because few people would use him in normal times.
The two men ran quickly and came back after a long time, followed by a 200-pound prison doctor.
There is no way. The work in the Second Prison is too easy. The prisoners and guards here basically never get sick from birth to death, so it is very worry-free.
Since being transferred to the Second Prison, this prison doctor has rarely seen patients throughout the year. Day after day, he does nothing but eat and sleep. It is hard for him not to gain weight because of his simple life.
Tian Tao stared at the prison doctor, carefully spread his palm over and asked, "Can you recover?"
The prison doctor covered his eyes in disgust and said irritably, "Hey, this is disgusting. Take it away quickly."
Tian Tao was so angry that his face was shaking, but he still asked, "Can you sew it?"
The prison doctor shook his head unceremoniously, then took out alcohol gauze and hemostatic spray and applied them roughly to Tian Tao's face.
His movements were rough and quick. Within two or three minutes, Tian Tao's entire face was wrapped like a mummy.
"You stay in prison and sleep tonight. I will stay in prison too. Call me if you get an inflammation and pus." After saying this, the prison doctor turned around and left with heavy steps.
Tian Tao clenched his fist tightly with one hand, and the rotten meat in his hand was squeezed into juice, which he then squeezed into the cup and swallowed down his throat with hatred.
…Wang Cong staggered across the corridor and trotted to the bathroom, where he quickly washed his face and tidied up his appearance.
Afterwards, he hurried to the warden's office, but was stopped by a prison guard from the security department in front of the laser passage leading to the office.
The prison guard who was blocking the way looked at Wang Cong with contempt and said indifferently: "Warden Qian, I don't have time to see you today, go back."
Wang Cong's heart sank suddenly, and at this moment, he looked up and happened to see Qian Huan walking out of the office.
He called out hurriedly, but Qian Huan just turned his head slightly, glanced at him, and then retracted his cold eyes that were as cold as a discarded shoe.
The prison guard who blocked the way sneered and said, "Wang Cong, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but do you understand the rules? The warden is very busy every day. You are just a small prison guard. If you want to see the warden, you have to report in advance."
Wang Cong could no longer hear any words from the prison guards. It seemed as if there was a stream of angry lava erupting violently in his chest.
Just now, when he was beaten by Tian Tao, he didn't feel as angry as he did now.
Wang Cong turned around, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his face turned ashen, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged with anger, making him look hideous and terrifying.
He really couldn't understand why this happened. When the warden heard that he had surrendered, he was very friendly and appreciative of him. Why did he suddenly change his face today, as if he was dirty to look at him any more? "Is it because Feng Mu is not dead? ! ! I am dirty, but are you clean, warden?"
Wang Cong really couldn't understand the twists and turns involved. Although he had become a little evil, he was still an insignificant little person. Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine how dirty the intestines of big shots could be.
That is a darkness that is 100 times darker and even more filthy than his own!
Wang Cong wanted to rush forward regardless of the consequences, but the flashing red light on the top of the laser channel extinguished his anger. Then, the buzzing vibration in his trouser pocket pulled him back to reality from his violent fantasy.
Wang Cong woodenly took out his cell phone and woodenly opened the text message.
——413,000 has been credited to your bank account, payment description: house mortgage.
Wang Cong's eyes were dull for a moment, then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly called the bank to inquire.
A cold female voice came from the other end of the phone: Hello sir, the house is mortgaged by Ms. Liu Xiujuan in our bank, and your name is on the remittance account.
Wang Cong's ears were buzzing, and all he could think of in an instant was the last phone call between his mother and himself.
"It's okay, son. Your dad won't blame you, and mom won't blame you either. It's because you and your mom don't have the ability. After a lifetime of hustling around, you're just a low-level citizen in the end. You can't do anything for me, but you and your mom will never hold you back."
"Son, just climb up without worrying about anything. As long as you can change your own destiny, Mom will be happy, and your dad will rest in peace even if he dies."
"Okay, I won't say any more. I'll go to the hospital to take one last look at your dad. You should work hard in prison. If you don't have enough money, tell me. I'll sell everything I have, including the house, to get the money together for you."
"Okay, my son has been the most filial since he was young. Mom believes in you. Mom is waiting for that day when you bury Mom and your father together. Just thinking about it makes you happy."
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Wang Cong stood there in a state of despair. Suddenly, he turned around and ran away like a nervous person, repeating as he ran: "Hospital, yes, hospital, 24 hours!"
…….On the street diagonally opposite the entrance of the Fourth Hospital.
A dozen prison guards in plain clothes slowly walked into a restaurant on the street.
Suddenly, Deng Wei pointed across the street with his sharp eyes and asked uncertainly: "Hey, is that Wang Cong at the entrance of the hospital?"
Several prison guards turned their heads in unison and looked over there, only to see a figure running hurriedly. Although the back was blurry, the uniform was the iconic attire of a prison guard.
Qin Liang's pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at Feng Mu, and asked with a smile: "Aren't you going to invite Wang Cong to dinner? Feng Mu, I remember you two were the closest in the second prison, right?"
Feng Mu withdrew his gaze towards the hospital, with a complex feeling flashing across his face: "I thought I was very close to him, but he might not think so of me. Well, forget it, let's not call him, let's eat by ourselves."
Qin Liang just mentioned it and didn't ask any more questions. The group followed Feng Mu into the private room on the second floor.
At the same time, Wang Cong was standing in the hospital morgue. In the cabinet in front of him lay a corpse he had never seen before. He completely collapsed.
His eyes widened as he yelled at the nurse next to him, "Where's my mom? Where is she?"
Facing Wang Cong's murderous gaze, the nurse appeared unusually calm, with no fluctuations in her tone: "Sir, you are too late. Your mother's body was sent to the incinerator three hours ago."
Wang Cong was breathing heavily, his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palms.
The female nurse still had that professional smile on her face. While checking the records on the tablet, she asked calmly:
"However, your father is still receiving treatment in our hospital. May I ask if you need to process his discharge now?"
(End of this chapter)
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