Wang Baojun chuckled, mocking Xiao Fei for being as stubborn as a dead duck. He said that he was given too much credit, for he was as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine pit.
His palm continuously searched beneath him until it found a disposable syringe with a sharp needle, and he wrapped his arm around it, stabbing toward Ye Xiaofei's waist.
Ye Xiaofei noticed and suddenly woke up, flipping his right hand to grab Wang Baojun's wrist, and with a grunt, he pressed it down hard onto Wang Baojun's thigh.
Wang Baojun yelped like a scorpion sting, and Ye Xiaofei snatched away the syringe, aiming at Wang Baojun's chest, he demanded, "Talk!"
"Damn it, I'm a doctor, I just treat patients. How would I know who you're talking about? Get away from me, or I'll call the police," Wang Baojun trembled, he knew, but he couldn't speak. If this incident were to be exposed, he would be a co-conspirator, and the doors of the detention center would open for him. He lowered his voice, speaking.
