Evening.
Wang Ye was dragged into the infirmary for simple treatment, his wounds wrapped in bandages and his face swathed in gauze, turning him into a figure resembling a mummy.
Even though he had been released from the solitary confinement, he still couldn't go back to his dormitory and was temporarily confined to a small partition in the medical room.
Wang Ye lay on the bed for a while and, through the small window in the door, he saw the clock outside. It was already 9 p.m.
He felt his strength had partially returned, but any slight movement of his arms caused his waist and abdomen to hurt still; that damn Chen Yong and Xiao Tian had been too vicious. No matter how solid his abs were, they couldn't endure the continued beatings. He suspected his internal organs had been damaged—lifting his thigh slightly caused a stabbing pain in his lower abdomen.
But tonight was his only chance to escape. Tomorrow, if he was thrown into solitary or a cell, there would be no way out.
