Yang Yi had passed the day calmly in his bed, and then another.
Rodriguez's injury was under control. It looked terrible, but as long as it was treated in time, it wasn't a big deal.
Yang Yi's injury wasn't a big deal either. Although painful, it didn't prevent him from moving.
He had no idea if Raymond had any updates. Perhaps there were, but the warden refused to help pass the message. Or maybe there were no new messages at all.
It was the third day.
Yang Yi had been watching the clock on the wall.
Today was Brian's day to get some air, and it also happened to be the day Clint was off duty.
At eight in the morning, the doctor arrived on time to check Yang Yi's wounds. Then he said to the accompanying guard with an impatient look, "He's fine. There's no need for him to stay here any longer. Send him back to his cell."
The guard nodded and immediately stepped forward to unlock Yang Yi's handcuffs. Just then, Yang Yi suddenly said, "Wait a second."
