12dz Chapter 572 I Found the Scarface Man
Chapter 572 I Found the Scarface Man
The setting sun was as red as blood, slowly sinking to the west, coating every inch of the prison with a layer of dim and solemn afterglow.
The prison in the evening is like an isolated island shrouded in twilight, and a new round of physical examinations and tests is about to begin.
The prison guards were on high alert, with a strict layout of one guard post every three steps and one sentry post every five steps.
They held loaded guns tightly in their hands, their eyes as sharp as hawks, staring at every prisoner with piercing eyes.
Every gaze seemed like an invisible cordon, maintaining order at the scene and fully cooperating with medical staff to carry out physical examinations, testing and immunization work in an orderly manner.
Without exception, the faces of the prisoners all show a desire and expectation for health.
During this period, the shadow of the epidemic has been following us like a shadow, spreading rampantly in the relatively closed space of the prison, causing many people to fall into the quagmire of panic.
Although I can't say that I am in a state of panic all day long, I am always scared, fearing that I will be the unlucky one chosen by the virus.
Several medical teams, like precisely running gears, collected samples in an orderly manner at their respective posts.
They are skilled in their techniques, every movement is precise and smooth, and they strictly follow medical operating standards.
The nurses carefully disinfected and drew blood, while the doctors focused on recording data and analyzing samples. The whole process was quiet and efficient.
Not far away, Qiangzi bent his waist slightly, approached Scar Kun, and whispered in a very low voice:
"Brother, look, that kid is right over there. How are you going to play a trick on him? You know, the guards here are watching us closely, so you better be careful!"
Scar Kun turned his gaze and fixed his eyes on Xiao Yanfang who was assisting Mu Xiaoji with his work. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a sly smile crept onto his face like the shadow of a night owl.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji was concentrating on opening a bottle of medicine. He skillfully drew half of it with a syringe and then handed the other half to Xiao Yanfang beside him.
Xiao Yanfang had just torn open the plastic packaging of the new syringe and was about to take the medicine.
At this critical moment, Scar Kun seized the opportunity and suddenly kicked the prisoner in front of him hard in the knee.
The defenseless prisoner, like a scarecrow blown down by the wind, stumbled forward and knocked Xiao Yanfang to the ground.
In a panic, Xiao Yanfang stabbed the injection needle in her hand directly into Mu Xiaoji's chest.
Mu Xiaoji only felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he didn't care about the pain in his body. Out of instinct, he quickly stretched out his arms and hugged Xiao Yanfang tightly to prevent her from getting hurt.
Xiao Yanfang was terrified, her eyes wide open. She quickly pulled out the syringe in a panic and said in a trembling voice, "How are you? I...I'll disinfect you right away!"
Mu Xiaoji endured the pain and the moment he turned around, he saw the man with a scar on his face whom he had been looking for - Scar Kun.
At this moment, Scar Kun was smiling at him harmlessly, with his hands spread out, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.
The prison guards reacted quickly, pointing their guns at the fallen prisoner and shouting, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"
The prisoner stood up in a hurry and was about to blurt out "someone kicked me from behind", but when he turned around, he met Scar Kun's threatening eyes.
Suddenly, my heart trembled, and I changed the words on the tip of my tongue to: "I...I accidentally tripped, it really wasn't intentional."
After saying that, he hurriedly bowed to Xiao Yanfang and Mu Xiaoji, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, picked up a piece of gauze, and quickly sprayed it with disinfectant.
Then he calmly unzipped his protective suit, unbuttoned his shirt, applied gauze to the injured area, and then buttoned it up slowly.
Xiao Yanfang also quickly adjusted her state and quickly returned to work with her years of professionalism.
She skillfully opened the syringe package, drew out the immunization injection again, and continued to inject the medicine into the prisoners.
Mu Xiaoji gritted his teeth, took the half bottle of medicine, drew the immune injection again, and was about to give the injection to the prisoner when Scar Kun slowly approached him with ill intentions.
Scar Kun deliberately lowered his voice and said provocatively, "It feels good to be in the arms of a beautiful woman, right?"
As he spoke, he looked at Mu Xiaoji with a wicked smile, and that smile seemed to hide countless sinister calculations.
Mu Xiaoji's face was calm as water, but his eyes revealed an unbreakable determination. He said coldly: "Roll up your sleeves."
Due to the height difference between the two, Scar Kun had to bend down slightly and put his shoulder closer to Mu Xiaoji.
At this moment, Scar Kun continued to warn in a low voice: "Boy, if you know what's good for you, take your team and leave here immediately.
Otherwise… hehe, next time it won’t be a needle! Maybe it will be something else. By then, you might be carried out sideways! Hehe…”
After hearing this, a trace of anger and determination flashed in Mu Xiaoji's eyes, and the strength of his hands suddenly increased.
He thrust the needle hard into Scar Kun's arm, then quickly pushed the syringe piston to inject the medicine.
His actions were merciless, as if he wanted to inject the anger in his heart into Scar Kun's body along with the potion.
Scar Kun didn't expect Mu Xiaoji to be so bold. The smirk on his face twisted instantly in pain, but he forced himself not to scream.
Mu Xiaoji pulled out the needle, stared into Scar Kun's eyes, and said coldly: "You'd better be careful!
Haven't you heard what the old people always say? Play with fire and you'll get burned." His eyes were like two sharp blades, piercing Scar Kun straight in the eye.
Scar Kun pressed the cotton swab with a wicked smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with resentment and resentment.
He deliberately slowed down his movements, and as the crowd gradually left, every step he took seemed to be secretly accumulating some kind of strength.
At the moment of turning around, he did not forget to glance back at Mu Xiaoji, and his eyes seemed to convey: "This matter is not over yet."
Mu Xiaoji looked at Scar Kun's departing back, knowing in his heart that a bigger storm might be coming.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and got back to work.
At this moment, although Xiao Yanfang seemed to be focused on the work at hand, her eyes could not hide her worry.
She secretly looked at Mu Xiaoji, worried about his injuries and scared about what had just happened.
After the medical staff finally completed a round of immunization injections, they quickly packed up their medical equipment and walked towards the temporary medical office under the escort of prison guards.
After finishing their tense and turbulent work in the prison, everyone returned to the temporary meeting room.
The lights in the room were dim, and the atmosphere was somewhat solemn. Xiao Yanfang, holding the first aid kit, hurried towards Mu Xiaoji.
She looked concerned, and her tone was full of unquestionable professionalism: "Now you must let me see how badly you are injured.
In such a complex environment, any wound may cause infection, and we must not take it lightly."
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, subconsciously shrank back, and declined, "There's really no need to see it. I don't think I'm seriously injured. I'm really fine."
However, his voice was interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps. Yao Xinyue and Ming Ye rushed in from outside, their faces full of anxiety.
As soon as they entered the room, Yao Xinyue and Mingye went straight to Mu Xiaoji. Yao Xinyue spoke first, her tone full of worry: "Mr. Mu, where are you injured? Let us take a look."
At this time, Mingye's eyes fell on Xiao Yanfang's hand that was grabbing Mu Xiaoji's collar, while Mu Xiaoji held the buttons of his shirt tightly with both hands, as if trying to cover up something.
Yao Xinyue's face flushed with anger, and she said angrily, "That scarred man definitely did it on purpose. He kicked the prisoner in front of him down, and it was obvious that he was deliberately causing trouble and creating chaos.
This person has impure motives and evil intentions, and the warden should be asked to properly manage him. He should not be allowed to do whatever he wants here."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and strode towards the door, as if she was going to find the warden to argue immediately.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji's face darkened and he shouted, "Come back here!" Just when the situation was at a stalemate, Keleweiler walked slowly towards Mu Xiaoji with steady steps.
His eyes were gentle, and with the patience and composure unique to a doctor, he softly said to Xiao Yanfang:
"Miss, please let go first. I am also a doctor. Mr. Mu may be shy and a little embarrassed. Let me take a look at his wound."
Hearing what Coleville said, Xiao Yanfang and Ming Ye looked at each other, then slowly let go of their hands, turned around and walked aside helplessly.
Ke Laiweiler leaned down slightly and asked Mu Xiaoji softly, "What happened to you tonight? How did you get this wound?"
Mu Xiaoji was silent for a moment, slowly turned his wheelchair, turned his back to everyone, and gently unbuttoned his shirt.
When he removed the gauze soaked in blood, a shocking wound appeared before Coleman's eyes.
Coleville frowned slightly, and with his many years of medical experience, he carefully observed the wound.
I saw that the wound was caused by a needle piercing the chest, and then being dragged by external force to create a long and thin cut.
The skin around the wound has turned slightly purple and blood is still slowly oozing out. The situation is not optimistic.
Coleman quickly picked up the tweezers, picked up a piece of alcohol cotton, and began to wipe the blood around the wound gently and accurately.
The moment the alcohol cotton came into contact with the wound, Mu Xiaoji's body trembled slightly, but he still forced himself not to make a sound.
While carefully cleaning the wound, Colleville softly consoled him, "Bear with it, it will be healed soon."
After cleaning, he skillfully picked up the needle and thread and began to suture the wound.
His technique was skillful and steady, and each stitch was perfectly placed, as if he were performing a delicate work of art. After a few stitches, the bleeding in the wound was clearly under control.
Then, Coleman took a piece of clean gauze and carefully bandaged the wound to protect it properly.
After bandaging the wound, Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath and said in a low voice with a hint of excitement, "I found the scarred man!"
When Coleville heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. His gaze lingered on Mu Xiaoji's face for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about something.
But he quickly regained his composure and asked in a low voice, pretending to be calm: "Oh? Found it? What are you going to do next?"
Mu Xiaoji said nothing, but looked at Coleville with interest, as if he had come up with a plan.