Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

Chapter 962: Chapter 954 What to Do

"Bai Long? Sounds like a very formidable character, right? Last year there was a big brawl here, and I heard the one who emerged victorious was called Bai Long," the little boy strained to recall.

"Do you know where he lives now?" Xiao Yifei, sensing a lead, immediately asked.

"No idea, they’re all really powerful people. How could a kid like me dare to hover around them?" the little boy replied.

"It’s okay, just sleep now. We’ll leave first thing in the morning. I’ll take you away, but before that, I need to cure your illness," Xiao Yifei told the child.

Perhaps because of Xiao Yifei’s presence, the boy quickly fell asleep. While Xiao Yifei was exhausted, hungry, and sleepy, lying there with his eyes closed, he couldn’t fall asleep. Reflecting on everything that happened today, it felt like a month’s worth of events crammed into just one day. At this moment, he missed his big bed and Tang Rong’s cooking more than ever before.

His mind was already muddled, but his stomach kept growling. With no food, he had to force himself to sleep; once asleep, the hunger would fade. But the more he deliberately tried to sleep, the less he could. Tossing and turning for half the night, Xiao Yifei finally felt a little drowsy. noveldrama

He wondered where Liu Rui was now. Such a clever person should have found his father by now, right? What would Liu Rui do next?

Speaking of when Liu Rui knocked Xiao Yifei out that day, he quickly headed to the entrance, using a stolen electronic keycard to open the door and entered the prison smoothly.

When they were in the warden’s office before, Liu Rui secretly surveyed the office’s layout and the items on the desk. At that moment, he hadn’t intended to enter the prison. But seeing his father’s battered photo, he realized how hard his father’s life inside was. He’d endured so much suffering. How could a son just stand by?

Taking advantage of when no one was looking, he grabbed all the cards under the office desk. He wasn’t sure which card would open that door. The cards only had labels like "West One," "West Two," etc., and it wasn’t until the warden told him the location of the main prison door that he knew which card to use.

Technically, he could have tried each card one by one, but he was afraid if he used the wrong card and triggered an alarm, he’d be doomed. Liu Rui discovered that although the internal facilities of this prison were quite average, even shabby, its security measures were exceptionally good. The level of security was first-class, showing just how dangerous the people detained here were.

Upon entering, Liu Rui encountered many people along the way. Seeing an unfamiliar face, no one dared to approach and converse without knowing his strength. Liu Rui wore a sullen face, exuding an aura that said to everyone, "Don’t mess with me."

Occasionally, a few people whispered about Liu Rui. When Liu Rui caught their murmur, a single glance shut them up. Liu Rui had no idea where, in such a vast place, he should start looking for his father.

Moreover, he severely underestimated the prison’s size. From the outside, it didn’t look this big, but he’d been walking for a long time without seeing its borders. In hindsight, it would have been easier if he had studied the layout beforehand and had a mental map. The shorter he stayed in such a place, the better.

He had been inside for over an hour, and if his estimate was correct, Xiao Yifei should be awake by now. Once awake, he would likely call the police. Ordinary officers wouldn’t dare come here, so they’d surely send the military. It would take them about a day to get there, by which time hopefully he would have successfully rescued his father. Liu Rui pondered.

Liu Rui regretted bringing Xiao Yifei in; at times like these, Xiao Yifei’s presence was a burden. Without Xiao Yifei, no one would have noticed Liu Rui sneaking into the prison, saving him from this rush.

As Liu Rui continued walking, he saw people who seemed gravely ill, limping along with wooden sticks, while he alone strode briskly, hurriedly moving forward, appearing out of place among them. Curious about their condition, he then saw two people collapse and start fighting each other.

"I saw it first; don’t snatch my food," one person yelled.

"I got it first, you useless guy, trying to take things from me," the other retorted, snatching something from the other’s hand, forcefully pinning him down, standing up, and then swiftly walking away. The rapid pace made Liu Rui doubt if he’d seen it wrong; the person limping with a wooden stick was now completely different.

Liu Rui recognized what he was holding, likely something like sausage. He realized that these people were starving, explaining their sickly appearance. Were the outsiders not giving them enough food? Liu Rui wondered.

In this whole area, there wasn’t a single person who looked robust. Liu Rui randomly grabbed someone, asking, "Are you guys always starving?"

Seeing Liu Rui approach, the person was already scared, unable to run and could only reply tremulously, "All the food is taken by the stronger ones. We’re lucky to eat meat once every six months."

Liu Rui released his grip, thinking that prisons are naturally survival of the fittest. Whoever’s more violent and authoritative gets the best. Those older and weaker are lucky to eat and not starve to death, let alone wish for meat to improve their meals.

These people were truly pitiful, Liu Rui thought, suddenly remembering his father. His father, about forty-five or forty-six, was in his prime. Physically, he should be fine; his combat skills shouldn’t be weak. Before being imprisoned, his father was locally renowned for his prowess. Liu Rui recalled how at four or five years old, his father forced him to get up every morning and run five or six kilometers, disregarding that he was just a child.

After running, while the family was still asleep, Liu Rui had to practice the strange moves his father taught in the yard. Back then, he didn’t know what those moves even were and was reluctant to learn. But under his father’s daunting authority, he didn’t dare slack off. As his father followed, if any move wasn’t perfect, he’d have Liu Rui practice it ten to twenty times until satisfied.