The Heavens Card Group: Start Marvel Cards

Under the admiration of the newcomers and the fearful gaze of the prisoners, Chen Mu grabbed old Jerry's hair and disappeared into the cell in Block C.

The normal process would certainly not allow a new prison guard to interrogate a prisoner alone.

But now that the prison system is chaotic and staff is scarce, there are not so many rules to talk about.

The premise is that no lives are caused.

In order to prevent the old guy from really dying, Chen Mu avoided the monitoring range and secretly cast a 'healing technique' to help him stop the bleeding. The strength was not strong, and about one-twentieth of his mental power was consumed.

Ever since the scoring ended yesterday and the mental power had officially broken through [-], there was a feeling of swelling between the eyebrows, as if a bud had sprouted.

After the seeds germinated, spiritual power was no longer a monotonous word. Chen Mu could clearly perceive its existence and control it with consciousness.

As for other functions, such as inner vision, mind control, and other superpowers in the novel, I have not found them yet, so I am a little disappointed.

After making many detours along the way, Chen Mu greeted the old prison guard guarding the gate, and Chen Mu came to a quiet and dark corridor.

On the left hand side, the sign reads: equipment room.

On the right hand side is the destination of this trip.

"Old man, it's time to wake up." Chen Mu 'softly' fanned old Jerry's face with his big mouth.

"Papapa" three times, half of the face swelled into a walnut.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the infirmary, and walked in with the old bastard.

'Patta' presses the light, and the interior decoration is clear at a glance.

Rather than calling it an infirmary, it might be better to call it a simple large flat floor, with six movable medical beds placed alone inside.

The bed sheets were dirty and torn, the walls were peeled off, and the cobwebs were densely covered.

There are only three medical equipment, tweezers, gauze, and iodophor.

As for the original medical staff, she was a middle-aged African-American aunt. It was said that she was over seven years old today...

"Uh huh—" Old Jerry moaned in a daze, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

After waking up, a smiling face appeared in front of my eyes.

It was the last face he saw before he fell into a coma, the hateful and vicious Asian boy.

"Where is this? What do you want to do to me?!" Old Jerry was no longer as brave as before, panic appeared on his face, and he struggled to stand up.

Due to being too emotional, his feet slipped and he fell on a big horse again.

"Didn't you ask me to relieve the itching?" Chen Mu had an innocent face.

"It doesn't itch anymore, it doesn't itch anymore." Old Jerry cried with a mournful face, his intestines were green with regret.

This Asian young man is vicious and vicious, his subordinates don't know the severity, and there is no one around at the moment, so he can't help but feel timid.

Young people are easy to get on top of, and it's okay to beat him up badly. If he loses control of his emotions, he will die and there will be no place to cry.

"Oh, if that's the case, let's skip the part of relieving the itching and get straight to the point." Chen Mu thought for a while, and took out the table knife from his pocket.

The electric baton had been returned to Jonathan, and Chen Mu was worried about getting his hands dirty. When he went to prison, his personal belongings were also put in the storage cabinet, so he could only use the table knife again.

At most, wash it after use. After all, I don’t know if the buyer will use this thing for dinner in the future.

"What...what's the topic?" Old Jerry just breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart started to rise again.

It's probably impossible to be kind today, old Jerry is ready to accept severe beatings, and he only hopes that Chen Mu will be gentle when he strikes.

"Help you treat mental illness. For ordinary medical practitioners, this is an unimaginable technical problem, but you can completely trust my technology, and I will never let you down." Chen Mu's mouth curled into a piercing smile meaning.

The table knife in his hand exuded a icy cold light, reflecting on his gloomy face, it was very frightening.

Itching there, abnormal orientation, um, connected together, Chen Mu already knew what to do.

The length of the table knife seemed a bit insufficient, and Chen Mu was a little disappointed, but it didn't matter, as long as the technique was precise and the cultivation was done properly, the effect would be equally remarkable.

"Do you need a knife for treatment?" Old Jerry felt chills and had a bad premonition.

What was about to happen was horrific. After this incident, I believe that old Jerry will definitely change his past and repent.

"Of course, it's a knife, what's the use without a knife?"

Chen Mu stepped forward with a smile, grabbed old Jerry's neck, and turned him over so that he was facing the ground.

And with his knees, firmly pressed against his back, making him unable to move.

More than 200 points of strength, not to mention old Jerry, even if the widow sister is so stuck by him, she will definitely not be able to struggle, and she can only let it go.

"Old man, bear with me, the operation may be a little painful."

Chen Mu felt a little sorry, but there was nothing he could do. The malicious value was over 900. In order to achieve the work goal, he could only hold back the condemnation of his conscience.

What surgery?

Hey, where is that knife sticking out!

"Please stop, don't poke in there! Oh--

God, help me! ! ! "

Old Jerry's face was pale, and he wailed in despair.

After three seconds.

With a swipe of the knife, the skylight opened.

Old Jerry's eyes were wide open, a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

'Ding, malicious value +33, constitution +3, mental power +3.'

Knives go straight in!

Old Jerry was shaking like a sieve, and suddenly became incontinent.

'Ding, malicious value +66, constitution +6, mental power +6.'

The table knife is tactfully reversed!

Old Jerry was like a castrated duck, quacking strangely, and white foam flowed from the corner of his mouth.

'Ding, malicious value +99, constitution +9, mental power +9.'

"Cool, so cool!!"

Chen Mu's eyes were wild, his emotions were extremely excited, and the knife in his hand was like a butterfly piercing a flower, bringing out bursts of blood.

At this moment, it's as if the master of surgery has possessed the body, as if there is divine help!

'what! ! ! '

'what! ! '

'what! '

'uh-huh--'

Old Jerry's orientation was successfully changed and returned to normal, but the back was a little messy.

His eyes were staring at the ceiling in a daze, the pain of life and death almost destroyed his sanity, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and somewhere was still trembling slightly.

At this moment, the pain experienced and the evil reward received are the repayment of the sins committed.

"Huh, this is really a great operation that has crossed the century." Chen Mu wiped the sweat from his temples.

Surgical treatment of mental illness is hard to find in this world, and Chen Mu felt a sense of pride spontaneously.

Also, feel deeply tired.

Physical strength is only second. The point is that he needs to use healing techniques at all times to maintain old Jerry's vital signs, stop bleeding and sterilize, and seriously deplete his energy and spirit.

Fortunately, the subject of treatment was facing the ground the whole time, and his mind was already blurred, so he didn't need to bother to cover up the light of the healing technique.

"QJ offender, valued at two hundred good and evil, this is the right place." Walking to the sink, Chen Mu cleaned up the knife with full of joy,

Old Jerry's injuries were neither serious nor minor, and Chen Mu intentionally left a small amount of wounds to avoid being found abnormal.

Not death, but life is better than death, this is a punishment, but also a redemption.