542: Chapter 531 542: Chapter 531 Mo Yuyao carefully held down Song Yun’s buttocks while delicately using tweezers to slowly extract the needle.
She quickly pulled out the needle and said, “Thankfully, it didn’t all go into the flesh, otherwise we’d have had to use a scalpel.”
Song Yun looked at Mo Yuyao with a slightly lingering gaze, wanting to say ‘give me a few more shots,’ but considering his status as an inmate and her position as an esteemed doctor, if he dared to utter that, and she reported to Smiling Tiger, his life in prison would definitely become endlessly troublesome.
Just thinking of Smiling Tiger, an idea suddenly sparked in Song Yun’s mind.
“All done, you’re good now.” Mo Yuyao placed a Band-Aid on the place where Song Yun had been pricked by the needle, then clapped her hands and stood up, saying, “Go back and rest up well.”
“This…” Song Yun hesitated.
The method he had in mind was simple: if he made a move on Mo Yuyao now, he’d probably offend Smiling Tiger, and if he offended Smiling Tiger, he’d surely be sent to King Yama’s domain.
This would give him the chance to meet those people who intrigued him so much.
Those were truly fierce and vicious criminals!
Yet, Song Yun couldn’t bring himself to do it, looking at this beautiful girl who had not a single trace of worldly dust on her…
“Let nature take its course,” Song Yun sighed.
“What are you sighing about?
It’s all because of you.
You’re grown up, and yet getting a shot has to be this dramatic.
Remember, come back for another shot tomorrow,” Mo Yuyao instructed.
“I got it,” Song Yun nodded, “I don’t even know your name yet.”
“My name is Mo Yuyao.
What’s yours?” she asked while washing her hands at the side.
“I’m Song Yun,” he replied with a smile.
“What did you do to end up here?” Mo Yuyao finished washing her hands, turned back to look at Song Yun, and asked, “You don’t look very old, do you?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Song Yun shook his head, “I was wronged.”
“How could that be possible, who would wrong someone just like that?
Surely you’re just too embarrassed to say?
Hehe, reform yourself well in here and strive to get out early.
How many years were you sentenced?” Mo Yuyao asked.
“Life…” Song Yun answered impassively.
“Life?” Mo Yuyao’s face changed slightly, surprised that someone who seemed so innocent like Song Yun could be sentenced to life.
This left Mo Yuyao quite astonished.
“Yeah!
Haha,” Song Yun said, noting Mo Yuyao’s shocked expression, “Why, haven’t you had lifers here?”
“Not many,” Mo Yuyao replied.
“Actually, life doesn’t really mean life.
If you reform well, you can still get parole.
I believe you can do it.”
“Thanks for the auspicious words,” Song Yun said with a smile.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Mo Yuyao walked over and opened it, revealing Smiling Tiger standing outside.
“Why is the door locked during the daytime?” Smiling Tiger asked.
“It just happened to be locked,” Mo Yuyao said with a sweet smile.
“Why aren’t you watching over the inmates?”
“I’m just on a break and came to see how you are.
Oh, is there a patient?” Smiling Tiger only now seemed to notice Song Yun sitting on a bed inside.
“Yes, a newbie, just got knocked out and brought over,” confirmed Mo Yuyao nodding.
“I was saying, you should really keep an eye out.
Every time a new inmate comes, I’m overrun with work.”
“I’ll report this to the higher-ups.
But as you know, there are some things we simply can’t control,” Smiling Tiger spoke in a rather ingratiating way to Mo Yuyao—indeed, the one chasing is always at a disadvantage.
“The patient is already awake, and I’ve given him an injection.
Take him away,” Mo Yuyao stepped aside, letting Smiling Tiger into the medical room.
Smiling Tiger walked up to Song Yun with a smile and said, “You’re the new guy…
Song Yun?
I remember you.
Tell me, who hit you?
Daring to fight under my watch, you’ve got some guts.”
Song Yun glanced at Smiling Tiger, this person rumored to be one of the most ruthless in the entire prison, and wondered why he was acting so amiable today.
Then, he saw Smiling Tiger frequently sneaking glances at Mo Yuyao with the corner of his eyes and realized that he was trying to show off in front of her.
If he wanted to strut his stuff, Song Yun would just play along and said, “It was a guy with a centipede tattoo.
He hit me over by the toilets just now.”
“Oh, I see!
Come with me,” Smiling Tiger nodded to Song Yun and then gestured for him to follow him out of the medical room.
“Remember to come and get your next shot tomorrow.
Here’s your proof,” Mo Yuyao approached Song Yun with a slip of paper and handed it to him.
Song Yun took it with thanks.
After they had left the medical room quite a distance behind, Smiling Tiger spoke to Song Yun, “You didn’t see anything you shouldn’t have, did you?”
“Nothing!” Song Yun earnestly shook his head.
“Heh, smart move.
When you come tomorrow, you know what you should and shouldn’t do, right?” Smiling Tiger asked.
“I know!”
“That’s good.
Does your family have any relatives or friends?”
“This…
I have a few good buddies I live with.”
“Well, winter’s almost here.
You should tell them to bring you more stuff so you won’t freeze.
I’ll make a special case for you today.
Any items your relatives bring you can be given directly to me, and I’ll get them to you right away.
That’ll save a lot of time,” Smiling Tiger said.
Song Yun’s expression shifted.
Was this a hint at bribery?
Understanding dawned upon him and he nodded, replying, “I understand, Captain.”
“Smart people tend to live more comfortably.
I’m sure you grasp that.
Go on back,” Smiling Tiger ordered and then left.
Song Yun followed another prison guard around the prison and soon arrived at the yard.
“Stay here until the assembly bugle blows.
Remember to be on time, or the consequence is simple – no meal for you,” the prison guard said, then left.
“Song Yun, you recovered so quickly?” Zhang Longhu appeared beside Song Yun out of nowhere.
“Not bad, I’m pretty resilient,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Sigh, I hope they’ll leave you alone.
If they do, life here will be a little easier for you.
The worst is if they take a liking to you; then they’ll be taking you to be pummeled every couple of days, and then you’ll really suffer,” Zhang Longhu sighed.
“What does ‘be pummeled’ mean?” asked Song Yun.
“It means using you as a human punching bag.
They tie your hands and suspend you mid-air, then practice their punches and kicks on you,” Zhang Longhu explained.
“Do the guards not care about that?” Song Yun asked in astonishment.
“Care about what?
New inmates are always the troublemakers, and the guards are more than happy if the old-timers shave those thorns off.
It makes their job easier later on, doesn’t it?” Zhang Longhu said helplessly.