In the police station hospital, the police officer guarding Daxiong pushed the door and went to the stairwell, dialing a number: "Hey, yes, yes, there is a suspect injured in our prison. Yes, it's my fault. I took him out for a checkup, but I didn't expect the hospital to be so busy. I've been waiting all night, and no one cares about us. Yes, then you can help me make a call. OK, I'll wait at the surgery entrance on the second floor... Okay, thank you, Lao Wang, I'll visit you during the New Year!"
After hanging up the phone, the police officer guarding Daxiong pushed the door and returned to the corridor, cursing: "One phone call, and I have to give another gift during the New Year."
"Oh, if you can finish it for us earlier, that's better than anything else." The colleague sitting next to Daxiong replied.
The police officer bent down and sat down, turned his head to look at Daxiong and asked: "You are injured, I need to call your family and let them know, can your family come to see you?"
Although Daxiong is mentally retarded, he is very thoughtful. He was slow to react, and at most his brain had to think for a while longer, so it was not difficult to guess what the other party meant.
Four police officers had been following him for a day, and the other party obviously wanted some hard work fees or something. It was almost the New Year, and someone was coming home, so he must not go empty-handed.
Daxiong understood what he meant, but still lowered his head and replied: "... I... I don't have... no one at home is willing to take care of me."
When the police heard this, he immediately curled his lips and cursed: "You are such a jerk, no one at home takes care of you, and you are stupid. When the verdict comes down, you will be assigned to a regular prison, and sooner or later you will be harmed to death."
Others may not feel anything when they hear this, but after Daxiong heard it, his whole body twitched, and his eyes were full of fear.
What is prison like? Is it more difficult to survive than the current detention center? Daxiong was really scared, his face was pale, and his eyes were uneasy.
The police ignored him and turned to chat with his colleagues.
About five minutes later, a young doctor hurried down and asked the police officer in a concise tone, "Director Wang's friend?"
"Yes, yes," the police officer immediately stood up: "We brought the suspect here for treatment."
"Where was he injured?" the young doctor asked.
"Eyes, nose bone, and possibly ribs..."
"It was an explosive fire, and the ophthalmology department is also very busy." The young doctor briefly checked Daxiong's injuries and immediately said, "Let's go, find a place first, I'll take care of him, it doesn't look like a big deal."
"Okay." The police officer immediately called out, "Let's go, hurry up!"
Normally, this is the Police Department Hospital, and even if Daxiong wants to see a doctor, he has to go through an iron gate and receive treatment in the clinic inside. But today's situation is special. The clinic upstairs is full, and it's full of serious criminals who deal in fire and illegally make explosives, so the young doctor took everyone into his office area. There is no need to enter the iron gate here, it's no different from the clinic in an ordinary hospital.
After the man entered the house, the young doctor turned around and asked, "What crime did he commit?"
"Murder." The police officer replied.
"Murder?!" The young doctor was stunned for a moment.
"He is mentally retarded, and it was manslaughter. The other party hit him, and he swung a hammer, and unfortunately he killed the man." The police officer explained, "It's not a big deal, and the sentence can't be too heavy."
Hearing this, the young doctor relaxed a little, pointed to the bed and said, "Take off his chain, I'll check it first, he will have to go to the equipment, orthopedics and ophthalmology in a while."
This situation happens from time to time. As long as the suspect needs a CT scan or something, he has to take off the shackles for treatment, so the police officer bent down and took the key, and untied Daxiong's chain, but did not take it off completely, leaving only one foot tied.
"Hold it yourself, don't break the ground." The young doctor said.
"Ah!" Daxiong nodded, holding the shackles in his left hand, bent down and sat on the semi-reclining chair.
The young doctor checked Daxiong's injured part, and the other four police officers went to wait at the door.
About fifteen minutes later, the young doctor cleaned Daxiong's eyes and turned back to shout: "There's nothing wrong with his eyes, just congestion from the injection. Take some anti-inflammatory medicine and two injections and it will be fine. But his ribs hurt, so he has to go to the orthopedics department for a CT scan to see if there is any bone fracture or something."
"Is he going to do a CT scan?" the police officer asked.
"Of course he has to do it! Go and run the bills." The young doctor replied.
"Damn it, I didn't serve my father like this when he passed away..." The police officer cursed and could only run to the orthopedics department with the bill.
"You guys keep an eye on him, I'll go upstairs." The young doctor was also very busy. Seeing that Daxiong was fine, he turned around and walked out of the health room.
Daxiong was sitting on a semi-reclining chair at this moment, and suddenly noticed that due to time issues, the number of people in the corridor had decreased, and there were only three police officers at the door.
Depression, despair, confusion, fear, and even negative emotions with unwillingness, almost all rushed into Daxiong's brain as soon as he saw the situation outside.
Before Daxiong went to the hospital, he had never thought of crossing the line, and he was even considering how to face those who beat him when he returned to the prison, but at this moment, his thoughts changed uncontrollably.
It seems that I can leave!
If I leave, I don't have to face those suspects, guards, and police officers who bully him every day.
If I leave, I don't have to be sentenced to the prison that others say is worse and more terrifying.
If I leave, maybe I can still have a full meal on New Year's Eve and watch the bright fireworks outside...
Even if I die, it seems that there is nothing unacceptable, and maybe I will be free!
In an instant, the idea that came into being in an instant quickly broke through all the burdens and rationality in Daxiong's mind. He looked down at the shackles on his legs and shouted out of nowhere: "Guo... Brother Guo... I... My ribs hurt... It hurts so much!"
At the door, a police officer who was communicating with his colleagues turned his head when he heard the shout: "It was fine just now, why does it hurt again?"
"This... This... hurts!" Daxiong pointed at his ribs and shouted with his head up.
"It's just a mess every day!" The police officer surnamed Guo walked into the room, bent down and came to Daxiong: "Take your hands away, let me see what's going on."
"Bang!!!"
Daxiong suddenly jumped up and punched the police officer in the face. He was too strong, and the police officer, who was a head shorter than him, fell to the ground with a thud.
After the man fell, Daxiong had already stepped forward, picked up a medical glass bottle on the cabinet, and smashed it down like a slam dunk.
"Snap, crash!"
The glass bottle shattered on the police officer's head, and the latter fainted on the spot.
Daxiong's thinking was very clear. He immediately bent down and pulled the shackle key from the other party's waist.
What happened in just two or three seconds caught the other two police officers at the door off guard. After one of them reacted, he immediately reached for his gun: "He's going to run!"
"Bang!"
Daxiong picked up the iron chair in the house and smashed it out.
The two people at the door instinctively stepped back to avoid it.
Daxiong rushed out of the health room in two steps like a blind bear. When the man arrived at the door, the police officer on the left reached out and grabbed his arm, but when Daxiong ran forward, he directly used his body inertia to knock the other party to the ground.
As soon as the other man drew his gun, Daxiong grabbed his collar and threw him directly. The latter's body actually circled around Daxiong in the air, and then was thrown to the ground.
"Bang!"
Daxiong pushed open the door of the stairwell and rushed in directly. He took two steps down the stairs of half a floor and came to the window.
The window of the clinic just now was facing the street, and there was an anti-theft iron railing, but there was no such railing on the stairwell on this side, because it was not inside the iron door upstairs.
Daxiong pushed open the window, climbed up neatly, and jumped without hesitation.
When he landed downstairs, Daxiong seemed to see nothing, and there was no complicated thought in his mind. He just ran as hard as he could.
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At the Yu family, Su Tianyu shouted to An Qiqi: "Happy New Year!"
"Good, Gou Liuzi," An Qiqi replied happily: "Happy New Year!"
"???" Su Tianyu looked at her with a squint: "I think you are not respectful to me! Haven't you picked your breasts for a long time?"
"Get lost! Don't they all call me that?"