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

Will chuckled, feeling a sense of accomplishment, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Robinson moved even faster, catching up to Lin Feng in a few strides. He stretched out his thick arm and raised his baton high in his other hand, ready to smash it down on Lin Feng's head or shoulder.

If this hit me hard, a fracture and concussion would be the least of my worries.

Just as the baton was about to fall, Lin Feng, who had his back to them, subtly twisted his body.

This seemingly clumsy, panicked dodge actually allowed Robinson's burly body to completely block the surveillance camera in the corner, while also temporarily obstructing part of Will's view from behind.

His hands seemed to be wildly waving to block, but his right fist struck Robinson's left heart with perfect accuracy and without a sound, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

The moment the fist touched the body, internal energy penetrated through it.

"Well!"

Robinson felt a sharp but brief stab in his chest, and then Lin Feng took a hit from Lao Hei's baton, which struck his shoulder.

Lin Feng fell to the ground.

"The police are beating people!"

Will, holding the towel-wrapped hammer, grinned even more savagely when he saw Lin Feng's terrified expression, his heart filled with the pleasure of controlling an ant.

Sure enough, no matter how fierce the prisoner is, he is nothing more than a lamb to be kneaded at will in front of the prison guards.

He carried the hammer and walked slowly toward Lin Feng, ready to "teach" this arrogant guy a lesson.

However, he had only taken two steps.

Beside him, Robinson, who had just struck Lin Feng with a baton, suddenly threw away the baton, clutched his left chest tightly with both hands, and the sinister smile on his face was instantly replaced by extreme pain and terror.

His face was contorted, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Will... save... save me," Robinson's voice was hoarse and weak as his body slid softly down the wall.

Will was taken aback and immediately stopped, rushing to Robinson's side: "Robinson, what's wrong?"

"My chest and back felt like they were being torn apart, the pain was so intense I couldn't breathe," Robinson said, his face turning deathly pale at a visible speed, his lips becoming dry and purple, and cold sweat instantly soaking through his police uniform.

Will panicked. Suddenly remembering something, he immediately took the prison's internal intercom from his waist and roared, "Infirmary, Dr. Sarah!"

Respond when you hear me! Officer Robinson is experiencing severe chest pain in interrogation room B-7; his condition is very serious.

Repeat, the situation is very bad.

A moment later, Elizabeth Sarah's calm but noticeably faster voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Received."

Describe your symptoms! Specific location? Is the pain radiating? Are you sweating?

"He said he had a tearing pain in his chest and back, couldn't breathe, was sweating profusely, and his lips were turning blue," Will reported urgently.

Dr. Sarah's voice rang out again, "The initial assessment is that it may be unstable angina, or even a myocardial infarction."

Listen, have him sit down or lie down immediately, and keep him absolutely quiet. There is nitroglycerin in the first aid kit.

"Take it out and have him put one tablet under his tongue. I'll bring the equipment and stretcher right away, and keep communication open."

"OK! OK!"

Will hurriedly put down the hammer, rushed to the cabinet in the corner of the room, and opened a first aid kit marked with a red cross.

He pulled out a small bottle of nitroglycerin, poured out a tablet, and stuffed it under Robinson's tongue, who was almost unconscious.

After doing all this, he suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Lin Feng who was still on the ground, and roared furiously, "Fuck you, get back to your cell!"

Lin Feng calmly sat on the ground, looking at Will: "You idiot, there are so many iron gates along the way, and my cell door is locked. If you don't open the door, how am I supposed to get back?"

Will was momentarily speechless, then realized he had been so angry he had lost his temper.

Watching Robinson's increasingly painful groans and rapidly deteriorating complexion, yet not daring to leave, fearing that his companion might die at any moment.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie again, his voice trembling slightly: "Control room! Control room! Interrogation room B-7 needs urgent support. Robinson has suddenly fallen ill and needs at least two people to assist in getting him to the hospital, immediately!"

Lin Feng watched all of this with a cold eye.

The Body Refinement Realm is not just about training oneself, but also about gaining control over one's body.

Through training his qi, blood, tendons, bones, and internal organs, Lin Feng has become extremely familiar with the structure of the human body.

His punch contained internal force, which shattered the wall of the aorta, the most fatal artery at the exit of the heart.

This kind of injury leaves no visible trace, but inside it is a deadly flood pouring out.

It's impossible to find anything.

Let alone nitroglycerin, even if you were to lie on the operating table of a top hospital right now, the mortality rate would be frighteningly high.

That corrupt cop is dead meat.

Less than two minutes later, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and four people rushed in.

Besides the two prison guards who rushed to the scene, Dr. Elizabeth Sarah, the prison doctor, and the Black nurse also arrived hastily. Dr. Sarah was already carrying a portable electrocardiograph and a first-aid kit.

The group rushed into the room and found prison guard Robinson slumped against the wall, his face ashen and his breath weak.

Another prison guard, Will, was sweating profusely and panicked.

Meanwhile, prisoner Lin Feng squatted in a corner far away from the two men with a look of "terrified innocence," hugging his shoulders and still "trembling," as if he had just endured tremendous violence and fright.

Dr. Elizabeth Sarah's gaze was even sharper.

She quickly glanced around the room, saw the towel-wrapped hammer and baton lying on the floor, and then saw Lin Feng's appearance, immediately realizing what had happened.

A flicker of disgust flashed in her azure eyes.

She glared at Will, clearly understanding that he was abusing his power again.

As a result, due to emotional excitement or other reasons, they might "trap" their partner.

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

The two prison guards who entered exchanged a glance and tacitly chose to ignore it for the time being.

The practice of privately "disposing of" prisoners is not uncommon anywhere.

They wouldn't risk damaging their relationship with their colleagues over a Chinese prisoner.

"Get out of the way!" Dr. Sarah shouted, shoving Will aside and quickly kneeling beside Robinson.

She deftly tore open Robinson's police uniform shirt, exposing his chest, and pressed the stethoscope tip against his precordial region.

After listening for less than three seconds, Sarah frowned, abruptly looked up at Will and the other guards, and said:

"It's not angina, it's aortic dissection rupture."

There were numerous heart murmurs, his blood pressure had likely collapsed, and he could die at any moment.

There are no emergency facilities here. Quick! Put him on a stretcher and get him to the hospital as fast as possible.

It must be a hospital capable of performing emergency cardiovascular surgery!

Despite the critical situation, her voice remained calm, clear, and highly professional, without a single unnecessary word.

This disease is extremely dangerous; every second is a race against death.