Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Meanwhile, after the bathroom incident came to an end, the three old black men who had been taken care of by Lin Feng were taken to the infirmary by two prison guards for examination and treatment of their injuries.

Pushing open the door to the medical room, a strong smell of disinfectant and alcohol hit me.

There were only two people inside; a large-breasted Black female nurse was standing in front of the medication dispensing station sorting out the prescriptions.

Most noticeable was a female prison doctor in a slightly oversized white coat, standing with her back to the door, bending over and rummaging through a medicine cabinet.

The clothes subtly accentuate her rounded waist and hip curves, and even though they are covered by a loose uniform, her plumpness is still undeniable.

The prison guard leading the group knocked on the door frame with practiced ease and whistled a short whistle: "Hey, Dr. Sarah, we've got a job. We need to take a look at three idiots."

The female prison doctor in front of the counter straightened up and turned around upon hearing the sound.

Her long brown hair was neatly tied back, revealing a delicate face with light blue eyes and a cool white skin that was rare among Westerners. Her features were three-dimensional yet soft.

The white lab coat, which should have been loose, was now stretched high, revealing its graceful curves.

Her eyes exuded the professional confidence of a doctor, radiating a calm and collected aura that created a striking contrast with her delicate face and figure.

The three black men, who had been looking dejected, stared wide-eyed the moment they saw the female prison doctor's face and figure. They almost forgot the pain on their faces and unconsciously swallowed hard.

The female prison doctor, Elizabeth Sarah, calmly swept her gaze over the five people who entered, lingering for a moment on the horribly mutilated faces of the three older black men.

He had abrasions and was bleeding on his forehead, his cheeks were swollen and bluish-purple, and his mouth was cracked; he looked quite disheveled.

"What happened?"

Sarah was already used to the prisoners' reactions, and said in a cold voice;

The prison guard escorting them shrugged and casually said, "It's said he slipped and fell while taking a shower; the bathroom floor was slippery."

"No! I didn't fall!"

The burly man, Lao Hei, whose teeth had been knocked out by Lin Feng, immediately retorted excitedly, "It was that damned yellow-skinned monkey, what a jerk!"

These injuries were all inflicted by him hitting me with a towel; I even lost three teeth.

"Yes, he used a wet towel, like a whip."

"With a 'whoosh,' I felt... I felt like I was flying."

"Really, Dr. Sarah, I swear to God."

Another old black man gestured wildly, almost spitting out his saliva.

The third black man was not to be outdone. He covered his swollen face and said, "When he... when he swung that towel at me, I felt like a gymnast, spinning at least twice in the air."

If this had happened at the Olympics, I would have been a gold medalist in gymnastics. It's all that devil's fault.

Elizabeth Sarah was speechless as she watched the three guys, fueled by pain and hormones, ramble on and on without restraint.

She instructed the Black nurse next to her, "Draw a vial of blood from each person and send it for testing. I suspect they took fentanyl, which caused severe collective hallucinations and speech disorders."

"I swear to God, I'm not lying!" the three black men swore anxiously.

Elizabeth Sarah did not believe such nonsense that defied basic physics.

She had seen far too many absurd stories fabricated by prisoners to evade responsibility, slander others, or simply to attract attention.

A man used a towel to whip three strong men, sending them spinning in the air.

This is even less plausible than claims of seeing alien abductions.

She stepped forward, put on disposable gloves, and deftly examined the wounds of the three people.

"It's nothing serious. Aside from obvious soft tissue contusions and swelling, there are some signs of mild concussion, but no signs of more serious bone damage or internal bleeding were found."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin. She walked to her desk, quickly wrote out a prescription, and said, "Take some ibuprofen after meals to relieve pain and reduce inflammation."

She then took three ice packs from the freezer next to her and handed them to the three people. "Apply the ice packs to the swollen areas for fifteen to twenty minutes each time to help reduce swelling."

Get some rest, you'll be fine in a few days.

After giving a brief explanation, she signaled to the prison guards that they could take the person away.

However, how could the three black men let go of such a chance to get so close to this sexy female doctor?

He took the ice pack and medicine, but refused to leave.

"Doctor... I suddenly feel a pain in my heart, it's pounding wildly." The toothless, burly man clutched his chest, looking "weak."

"Yes, doctor, me too. I feel tightness in my chest and can't breathe properly."

"You have to give us a good check-up, listen carefully with that...that stethoscope!" Another old black man stared intently at the stethoscope in Dr. Sarah's white coat pocket, swallowing hard as he spoke.

At this moment, I wish I could be a stethoscope.

Their eyes burned with the intensity of ravenous hyenas spotting their prey, and their undisguised desire and clumsy performance drew a clear look of disgust from Dr. Sarah.

"Am I the doctor, or are you the doctors? Take me away."

Almost at the same time that the three black men were dragged to the infirmary, Lin Feng was also led through the corridor by two other black prison guards with unfriendly expressions, heading towards the administrative office area.

The old black prisoners in the cells along the way immediately started whistling loudly, like sharks smelling blood.

"Hahaha, the yellow-skinned monkey is doomed, he's been taken to eat a set meal!"

"Hi, baby."

How do the big cigars in prison taste? I'll get you a few extra tonight.

"Let's see how arrogant you are! We'll see how the police deal with you."

Many of the older Black men started squatting, their eyes narrowed, and shouted, "You pig's tail, we'll beat you to death!"

Clearly, Lin Feng's actions in the bathroom and lobby had thoroughly offended almost all the Black prisoners in the detention center.

They were unusually sensitive and angry about this.

"Cotton" is associated with slaves, while "watermelon" is often used to satirize them for being "lazy" or "intellectually deficient."

But Lin Feng didn't think he was a racist; he simply disliked black people and Indians.

Two black prison guards led Lin Feng to the door of an office marked with the words "Interrogation Room/Special Treatment Room".

Pushing open the door, I found the room to be small and simply furnished, with just a table and nothing else. There was a security camera in the corner, and the lighting was dim.

"Go in."

The prison guard shoved Lin Feng roughly.

Lin Feng staggered into the room.

The prison guards followed him in and slammed the heavy iron door shut, completely shutting out the noise from outside.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Lin Feng noticed that the surveillance camera in the corner, which should have been lit up with a red dot, was now dark.

One of the darker-skinned, muscular Black prison guards locked the cell door from the inside, then looked at his colleague and whispered to confirm, "Is Robinson's surveillance off?"

Another slightly overweight Black prison guard nodded, his tone reassuring: "Don't worry, Will, I had the control room temporarily 'repair' all the surveillance cameras in this area before we came."

As usual, half an hour.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng sneered inwardly, but maintained a seemingly bewildered yet somewhat nervous expression on his face, his gaze sweeping over the two ill-intentioned prison guards.

Prison guard Will walked up to Lin Feng, looking down at him with a ferocious grin on his face: "I heard that you made three black men kneel in the bathroom?"

"And you even 'invited' them to eat watermelon?"

He emphasized the words "eat watermelon" with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Lin Feng looked up at him expressionlessly, then suddenly asked, "What, you want to eat watermelon too?"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

This statement is like a drop of water thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

"Very well, you're certainly arrogant enough!"

Will laughed in anger. He stopped talking and turned around to pull a hammer tightly wrapped in layers of thick towels from under the table.

The towel is used to increase the area of ​​impact and pain, while avoiding leaving too obvious and fatal wounds.

"Robinson, grab him!" Will yelled to his companion. "Let him know who's in charge here, and what the price of arrogance is!"

Prison guard Robinson also pulled out his baton from his waist, grinning maliciously as he approached from the other side.

Lin Feng immediately put on an extremely "terrified" expression and turned to flee in panic towards the corner of the room.

"Run? You think you can escape now that you've entered this room?"