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

Upon hearing this, the prison guard's face also turned grim; he hadn't expected it to be so serious.

"Is it that serious?"

The Black nurse standing nearby explained, "Aortic dissection rupture can also be understood as a rupture of a large blood vessel (the aorta), which is more dangerous than a ruptured heart muscle."

The aorta is the thickest artery in the body, with extremely high pressure. When it ruptures, it's like a high-pressure water pipe bursting, and the patient will die from massive blood loss within minutes.

Characteristics: Patients experience sudden, severe, tearing chest and back pain.

Immediate surgery is required.

"Hold Robinson steady, I'll drive the car to the nearest door."

A slightly more senior prison guard shouted and turned to rush out.

"Will, take the prisoner back first," another prison guard patted Will on the shoulder and reminded him.

"it is good"

Will forced the word out of his throat, his face extremely pale, and grabbed Lin Feng's elbow with a rather heavy grip.

As a retired Navy SEAL, he has tremendous strength in his hands, which most people simply cannot withstand.

But the Chinese man in front of him shocked him; his arm was like steel, and he couldn't budge it an inch.

How is that possible?

The situation is urgent, and he can't worry about anything else.

He pushed Lin Feng out of the interrogation room.

Will's mind was in complete turmoil. This was too strange; it didn't make any sense at all.

Robinson was as strong as a bull, how could he just disappear like that?

He clearly remembered that a month ago, during the unified physical examination, Robinson was in very good health, with all indicators in the excellent range.

He neither smokes nor drinks alcohol, nor does he use drugs.

How can an aortic dissection occur suddenly?

The probability of this is extremely low.

Could it be related to this Chinese person?

But where is the evidence?

He watched Lin Feng being handcuffed without making any move.

Should we use witchcraft?

The idea was so absurd that even he found it laughable, yet the chill in his heart lingered.

He glanced at Lin Feng, who was walking silently in front of him.

His back was straight as a pine tree, his steps were steady, and he even exuded a sense of relaxation that was out of place with the cold environment around him.

This unusual calm was more unsettling to Will at that moment than any arrogant provocation.

A sense of apprehension inexplicably welled up inside me.

As Will led Lin Feng through the long corridor, countless eyes were cast from behind the iron gates of the cells on both sides.

At first, it was just a spectacle, but it quickly turned into astonishment and bewilderment.

The Chinese man has returned.

Moreover, they returned completely intact.

There were no bruises or swelling on his face, no clutching his lower abdomen to endure the pain, and not even an extra wrinkle on his clothes.

"What the hell...?"

"Why?"

The prisoners were all somewhat bewildered.

They all knew perfectly well what it meant to be taken away alone by the prison guards.

It was an unwritten rule to teach newcomers, or the unruly ones, the rules.

Those who return may not appear to be in any serious condition, but only they know the hardships they have endured.

Will ignored the prisoners' questions, quickly opened the cell door, pushed Lin Feng inside, locked the door, and turned to leave without looking back; he needed to get to his car.

The prison van sped through the night toward the hospital, the atmosphere inside the van heavy.

Prison doctor Elizabeth Sarah removed the stethoscope from Robinson's chest, shone a flashlight into his pupils, paused for a few seconds, and shook her head, saying, "No need to go."

The patient's spontaneous breathing and heartbeat have stopped, and the pupils are dilated and fixed. Clinical diagnosis indicates brain death.

Even if we send him to the operating room now, it will be pointless.

Brain death means there is no hope.

Will looked up abruptly. "This result is unacceptable. Robinson is as strong as an ox."

We had our physical exams together, and there were no problems at all.

How could the aorta rupture without any warning?

That doesn't make sense.

He took a deep breath and said again, "I suspect it was that Chinese prisoner who did it, yes, it must be that new prisoner!"

Elizabeth Sarah frowned, her gaze toward Will filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

"Officer Will, Robinson has no external injuries, no bruises, no needle marks, not even abrasions from struggling."

In the interrogation room where you were present the entire time, what method did that restrained Chinese man use to instantly tear the aorta of a healthy adult from a distance?

You told me, and I want to learn too.

You are a law enforcement officer; accusations require evidence, not conjecture.

She paused, her tone growing colder, "Furthermore, I'd like to know why you brought a newly arrived prisoner to the interrogation room alone? Is that in accordance with procedure?"

Will seemed to choke; he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

"I recommend an autopsy," Will's momentum waned, but he still insisted.

"Send it to the forensic doctor so that the cause of death can be thoroughly determined."

"This is not something I can decide. An autopsy requires the family to sign a consent form." Elizabeth Sarah turned her head to look at the streetlights rushing past outside the window.

...

Inside the cell, Li Honggang practically sprang from the bed, looking Lin Feng up and down several times before finally asking, "Brother Lin, are you really alright?"

Lin Feng walked to his bedside and sat down, his tone indifferent: "What could be wrong?"

Not long after they went inside, the prison guard named Robinson suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed, apparently suffering from a heart attack.

They were in complete chaos, busy rescuing people, so they let me come back.

"heart disease?"

Li Honggang was stunned for a moment, then a look of relief and realization appeared on his face.

"Brother Lin, your luck is truly unparalleled."

"Luckily, the prison guard had a seizure, otherwise..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Lin Feng didn't respond, and his expression was unreadable.

Li Honggang's doubts were not completely dispelled.

Just as I was about to chat with Lin Feng for a bit, I found that Lin Feng was already lying on the hard bed, fully clothed, with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to swallow his words and awkwardly lie back down in his bunk.

Soon, the sharp lights-out whistle rang out throughout the entire prison area.

The lights in the corridor outside the cells went out one by one.

In the prison, there was only the occasional cough and the sound of someone turning over in bed in silence.

Under the cover of darkness, Lin Feng suddenly had a pistol in his hand—Will's pistol, which Lin Feng had stolen during the chaos.

I've wanted to buy a gun for a while but never had the chance.

Although guns are rampant in the United States, Lin Feng, as a tourist without legal status, had no way of buying a gun from a legitimate store.

It would be difficult to secretly buy something for free, as there are surveillance cameras all around, the guns are all hanging on the wall, and it's not realistic to keep the bullets separately.

Unless he broke a window in the middle of the night to buy something for free, Lin Feng was just an ordinary person at the time, and it would be easy for him to be exposed.

American police aren't idiots; they can always find the truth in a check.

If you want to buy a gun, you can do so on the black market.

He had planned to find a gangster's corpse after his trip and use their memories to get some firearms from the black market, but he was arrested before he could do so.

After playing with it for a while, Lin Feng put the gun back into his spatial storage.

Silent all night.

At exactly six o'clock the next morning, the piercing reveille sounded without warning.

A rustling sound arose, and the prisoners quickly began to get up and put on their prison uniforms.

Three minutes later, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, and a white prison guard with a stern face appeared.

"Everyone, stand at the door, roll call!"

Lin Feng and Li Honggang quickly stood behind the prison door.

The prison guard held the roster, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, pausing briefly on Lin Feng's face for half a second.

After checking and confirming everything was in order, the order was given: "Line up in order to go to the cafeteria. No talking or pushing. Anyone who violates this rule will be placed in solitary confinement for three days."

No one dared to utter a sound, and the long queue moved forward in silence.

At 6:30, the group entered the huge restaurant.

Under the lights, rows of silver tables and benches gleamed with a cold light.

A prison guard holding a megaphone stood on a high place and said, "Line up to receive breakfast and sit in your designated spot according to your cell number."

No looking around, and damn it, don't make me repeat it a second time.

Otherwise you're all dead.

The atmosphere in the entire restaurant changed instantly when Lin Feng was in line.

Lin Feng felt countless gazes being cast upon him from all directions.

Both white and black prisoners were staring at Lin Feng.

Yesterday, the news that Lin Feng made three black men kneel in the bathroom had spread throughout the entire prison.

The newcomer's arrogance instantly drew everyone's attention.

Many prison bosses were curious to see what kind of powerful figure had arrived who was so arrogant.