636 Is Ms. Zhao at Home?

Fang Junhong gave up.

No matter how he yelled or called out, it was useless.

Two days passed, and he was not awake much.

He didn't know what these bastards injected him with, but he was always drowsy.

He didn't eat or drink, and he was tied to the bed and couldn't move.

He even defecated and peed on the bed.

He himself felt disgusted by the smell.

But even so, the person who came to change his medicine was still expressionless, and left after changing the medicine.

He would come to remove the needle when the time came.

He tried to carefully identify the sounds around him, but to his disappointment, he could not hear any sound except for the injection of medicine and glucose at regular intervals.

It was scary quiet.

Fortunately, there were windows, but the two small windows were less than 20 cm high and only about 50 cm wide.

Moreover, they were close to the ceiling.

Apart from that, all he could see was the squat toilet and the prepared roll of toilet paper on the ground on the other side.

And less than half a meter above the squat toilet, there was a faucet.

Besides, there was nothing else in this room except the bed.

There was a small gap on the door, and there was a window below that should be for delivering food, but it was only about 20X20 in size, or maybe a little bigger, but it was absolutely impossible to escape.

After waking up for the first time, he yelled and cursed wildly, but no one responded to him.

After that night, he should have been injected with drugs and fell asleep quickly, and did not wake up until the next morning.

It was just that he urinated on the bed while sleeping.

Today is the third day.

Except for the doctor, he has not seen anyone.

He has not even seen the nurse.

The feces under him has hardened.

The stench all over his body should be smelt outside the door!

But these are not what he cares about most.

All he can recall in his mind is the picture of Zhang Li standing on the deck holding the child, and Chen Pingan stuffing her a bank card.

It's okay, at least Chen Pingan did not throw Zhang Li and her son into the sea.

But he should die in this room.

There should be no hope in this life.

When he was awake, he could only hope that the doctor would listen to his plea when changing the dressing or giving him an injection, but it was useless.

No matter what he said, he got no response.

At night, he could hear occasional sounds coming from outside, which were footsteps, probably the hospital security personnel patrolling the night.

At dawn in the morning, he could vaguely hear the sound of birds singing in the distance, but it was too far away and he couldn't even determine the direction.

In his world, there was only himself and the doctor.

There was no one else.

He turned his wrist and moved his fingers.

This was the second part of his body that he could move besides his head.

His wrist was fixed to the bed by a belt, and he had no way to do anything.

He raised his head with all his strength until his neck could no longer move. Only at this point could he see the two small windows.

The light came in from there, which was the only light source in the room.

After giving up the struggle, he lay quietly.

There was a slightly noisy sound outside the door.

Footsteps and voices, but unfortunately they were speaking Japanese, which he couldn't understand at all.

Four nurses came over, took out the key and started to unlock the door.

In Fang Junhong's ears, this sound represented two things, acupuncture and needle removal.

Now there was only one possibility, that is, today's infusion would start again.

The door opened, and four people wearing white nurse uniforms, masks and gloves came in, speaking words he couldn't understand.

Fang Junhong said loudly: "You can understand Chinese, right? I know you can understand.

I was kidnapped and sent in, I'm not sick!"

The four nurses ignored him.

The room smelled quite strong, and two people started to move his bed one after another.

Another person opened the door.

The bed was pushed out of the room and pushed along the corridor to another room.

The nurse untied his legs, pressed his arms, and untied all the straps on his body.

Fang Junhong wanted to struggle, but he had been relying on hanging water to maintain his life for two days. How could he have the strength to fight against four people?

Soon he was dragged into another room and thrown on the ground.

This time, he screamed in pain.

"Take a shower, change clothes. Or commit suicide."

"You have no other way."

Although the accent was a bit strange, it was indeed Chinese.

Fang Junhong heard it clearly and looked around the room.

This was indeed a bathroom, but there were only two water outlets, no shower, just water pipes.

He was about to get up, and there was a pain in the anal hair that was stuck together.

He endured it and got up to open one of the faucets, and a thick stream of water rushed down from the water pipe.

It was actually warm water!!!

Fang Junhong looked at the striped clothes, towels and a large piece of soap placed on a very old stool on the other side. Just when he was about to say something, the nurses had thrown all the things on the bed he had been lying on in.

"Wash it clean, otherwise, I'll beat you!"

After that, the four left the room and locked the door.

Fang Junhong didn't care about so much. He stood under the strong water flow, wet all his clothes first, and then took them off one by one.

The only valuable watch on his body had been taken away by someone long ago.

He began to take a shower seriously. In any case, being able to take a shower meant that he would not be killed directly.

Otherwise, there was no need to do so, and Chen Pingan, that little beast, would not let him die like this.

He would definitely come back to laugh at himself.

No!

I must live.

As long as I am alive, there is hope!

Tears, mixed with warm water, flowed freely.

…

Chen Pingan did not go to Chen's house, but stayed at the airport hotel for one night.

After breakfast, he called a car and walked for nearly an hour and a half to reach the small yard.

This was his first time here.

After paying the taxi fare, he looked around.

There was a small open space at the door, which could park about four cars.

But now there were only two cars parked there.

If I was right, this was it.

He was looking around, and the door of the yard opened.

Fang Jinglei and Fang Qingyan came out, and after seeing Chen Pingan standing there alone, they both looked at him.

"Ping An..." Fang Jinglei shouted.

Chen Pingan looked at these two blood sisters.

Fang Jinglei's temperament has become more calm and peaceful, and Fang Qingyan's temperament has also changed a little.

The temperament of a strong woman is almost gone. I don't know what she has been through recently.

Chen Pingan looked at Fang Qingyan, and remembered what Fang Qingyan said when they met last time, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little cold.

"Pingan, you are here, come in, mom is waiting for you!" Fang Jinglei said.

Fang Qingyan looked at Chen Pingan without saying a word.

In the eyes of the two, they saw a different Chen Pingan.

Calm and indifferent, indifferent and indifferent.

Chen Pingan's mouth curled up slightly, "I'm here to fulfill my promise. Is Ms. Zhao at home?"