Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

I don't know how long I was in a coma again, and when I woke up again, I found myself in the medical room.

Having a thick tube stuck in his throat made Ling Huang very uncomfortable. The tube stimulated him so much that he wanted to gag.

His hands and feet were all bound, so he could only twist his body vigorously and struggled and moaned a few times.

"Awake?"

The voice Ling Huang felt a bit familiar, and a smiling man dressed as a doctor appeared in his field of vision. After careful identification, he remembered that this was the doctor who gave him a tetanus shot when Ling Huang just entered the fortress.

"In order to save nutritional medicine, we can only feed you liquid food through the tube to supplement the nutrients your body needs." The man pressed Ling Huang's forehead with one hand, and held the tube with the other. "Since you wake up, the tube is unnecessary. I'm pulling it out now, you may feel uncomfortable, bear with it."

More than uncomfortable...

After the thing was pulled out neatly by the man, Ling Huang tilted his head to the side of the bed and vomited a few times.

"Such a big reaction?" The man threw the feeding tube into the trash can, took some gauze and wiped Ling Huang's mouth.

Seeing the man come over to mop the floor with a mop, Ling Huang said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." The man smiled again, "Your throat is quite sensitive."

"..." Ling Huang looked at the man for a few seconds.

"No other meaning." The man finished mopping and went to another cleaning room to wash the mop, and said loudly, "I thought, since I know you have poor tolerance to feeding tubes, next time something like this happens, I still think of a way to apply for nutritional injections for you."

"Not so delicate." Ling Huang still could only lie down, taking slow and deep breaths to adjust the nausea that still existed in his throat and stomach.

"Brother Yan, you want me to hurt you more, so that people who hold a grudge against you won't think about trouble with you." The man came out again, sprayed some alcohol on his hands and rubbed them, "But your ribs are indeed Just a few broken ones, plus severe gastroenteritis and stomach bleeding, which is pretty serious if I'm not exaggerating."

Mentioning that Brother Yan, Ling Huang couldn't help frowning.

But after hearing what the doctor said, he felt that something was wrong, he said: "If I remember correctly, Brother Yan kicked my ribs off."

"If he hadn't kicked him himself, you wouldn't have just broken a few ribs." The man smiled, took a few medicine bottles from the cabinet next to him, and counted several pills from the inside out, "They beat you up before. , In the end, Brother Yan ordered his subordinates to drag you down so that you were not killed, this time Brother Yan was actually helping you, don’t you know what’s good or bad.”

When the man brought the pills and water cup to feed Ling Huang the medicine, he could clearly see the name tag on the man's chest.

"Doctor Che, please untie my hands and feet."

"I'm sorry." Dr. Che stuffed the medicine into Ling Huang's mouth and drank a mouthful of water, pinched Ling Huang's neck twice to stimulate him to swallow, "I dare not explain it to you without Brother Yan's order." tie."

The doctor surnamed Che was really not afraid of trouble. First, he gave Ling Huang the gastrointestinal medicine that he took before meals, and then used the walkie-talkie to call someone to deliver the meal. He fed Ling Huang one spoonful after another, and then fed Ling Huang dinner after a while. After the medicine.

Ling Huang felt drowsy, so Dr. Che smiled and said: "There are also sleep aids in these medicines after meals, and you have to do a full set of them for acting. Only when you often fall into a coma will others believe that you are seriously injured."

I don't know how long it has been since I'm muddled every day, waking up just to eat, and being hypnotized by Dr. Che as soon as the meal is finished.

After finally waking up again, the smiling but indifferent Dr. Che was no longer in front of him.

"Brother Yan..." Ling Huang greeted with a rough voice.

Brother Yan came over with a water glass with a straw inserted, and Ling Huang took a few sips of water through the straw, "Thank you, Brother Yan."

"Thank you?" Brother Yan put the water glass away, took out the cigarette case from his trousers pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After thinking about it, he smoked another cigarette and handed it to Ling Huang.

I don't have the habit of smoking, but Ling Huang is really confused and aggrieved these days, let's have a cigarette.

Brother Yan is very good at smoking, so he lit Ling Huang's cigarettes before lighting his own.

Ling Huang sucked a little too much in one gulp, and choked a few mouthfuls.

Brother Yan took the cigarette out of Ling Huang's mouth, stared at Ling Huang for a few seconds, and smiled.

"Can't smoke?" Brother Yan asked.

"...Yes." Ling Huang coughed a few more times, "It's been a long time since I smoked, and your smoke is too strong."

"Nonsense, it's a thin cigar, and most people just sip it. Only an 800-year-old smoker dares to take a sip." Then, Brother Yan poked the cigarette back into Ling Huang's mouth, "Just take a little and keep your mouth shut. Just spit it out after tasting it, kid."

The two of them were silent, and Ling Huang asked, "The last time you were at the chicken coop, did you do that because someone followed you?"

"Half and half." Brother Yan is very straightforward, "Someone is following, I have to find fault and beat you, and I do have that kind of meaning for you, but if you admit a little bit of cowardice, I will be polite to you that day, and I will definitely do it first For respect."

Ling Huang glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

"In this regard, I don't think you will admit your counsel." Brother Yan continued, "But if you don't admit your counsel, there will be endless troubles. I don't want internal strife in my base."

"Your base?" Ling Huang grasped the point, "Are you in charge of this place?"

"Otherwise?" Brother Yan raised his eyebrows, "I'm not in charge, why is Dr. Che willing to listen to me, and the whole infirmary can accompany you in acting?"

Ling Huang just felt that Brother Yan was also patrolling outside on the day he came, and felt that this kind of drudgery was not what the person in charge of the base should do.

Since Brother Yan is the boss of the base who loves to patrol, then so be it, there is nothing difficult to understand.

"I'm sorry." Ling Huang glanced down, "Brother Yan, please help me flick the soot off."

Even if he didn't say anything, Brother Yan would help him flick the ashes according to the situation.

Saying this on purpose is like trying to provoke Brother Yan.

Brother Yan narrowed his eyes to stare at Ling Huang, and clicked his tongue, "Your bones are really hard."

Even so, he still took off Ling Huang's cigarette and flicked it before sending it back.

"It's generally hard." Ling Huang clenched his teeth on the cigarette, sucked a little and held it in his mouth for a few seconds.

With the burnt aroma of tobacco and a hint of chocolate sweetness, Ling Huang likes the taste of this little cigar after getting used to it.

It was almost finished before he finished his sentence by exhaling smoke, "I will let you break the hardness of four ribs with one kick."

"Fuck." Brother Yan raised his foot and kicked Ling Huang's leg, "This is because Brother Yan is treating you well. If you change someone else, I'll just let them beat you to death."

It's not that Ling Huang doesn't know good and bad, he was just joking, nodded, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

"Yeah." Brother Yan nodded in satisfaction.

There was silence for a while, and when the cigarettes were finished, Brother Yan extinguished both cigarette butts in the ashtray.

As soon as he turned his hand, he pinched Ling Huang's chin. He bent over and stared at Ling Huang, "Hey."

Ling Huang frowned, "Say."

"Be my little lover, and they won't dare to touch you anymore." Brother Yan lowered his head and his lips almost touched, "How is it?"

"...Thank you for your kindness." Ling Huang breathed a sigh of relief, "But I just want to ask you to leave."