After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

He himself felt extremely disgusted by the smell on his body.

But even so, the person who came to change his dressing still had no expression on his face and left after changing the dressing.

Come and remove the needle when the time comes.

He tried to carefully listen to the sounds around him, but to his disappointment, he could not hear any sound except the regular injections of medicine and glucose.

It's so quiet that it's scary.

Fortunately, there are windows, but those two small windows are less than 20 cm high and only about 50 cm wide.

What's more, it's close to the ceiling.

Apart from that, all he could see was a squat toilet and a ready-made toilet paper roll on the ground on the other side.

And less than half a meter above the squat toilet, there is a faucet.

Besides, there was nothing else in this room except the bed.

There was a small gap on the door, and there was a window below which should be for delivering food, but it was only about 20X20 in size, maybe a little bigger, but it was absolutely impossible to escape.

After waking up for the first time, he screamed and cursed wildly, but no one responded to him.

After that night, he must have been injected with drugs and fell asleep quickly, not waking up until the next morning.

It was just that he peed on the bed while sleeping.

Today is the third day.

He hadn't seen anyone except the doctor.

I haven't even seen the nurse.

The feces under me have become hard.

You can smell the stench all over your body even outside the door!

But these are not his main concerns.

All he could recall was the scene of Zhang Li standing on the deck holding the child and Chen Pingan handing her a bank card.

Fortunately, at least Chen Pingan did not throw Zhang Li and her son into the sea.

But I will probably die in this room.

There seems to be no hope in this life.

When he was conscious, he could only hope that the doctor would listen to his pleas when changing the dressing or giving him an injection, but it was no use.

No matter what he said, he got no response.

At night he could hear occasional sounds coming from outside. They were footsteps, probably the hospital security guards on night patrol.

At dawn in the morning, he could vaguely hear birds singing in the distance, but it was so far away that he couldn't even be sure of the direction.

His world only consists of himself and the doctor.

There is no one else.

He turned his wrist and flexed his fingers.

This is the second part of his body that can move besides his head.

His wrists were fastened to the bed by belts, leaving him with no recourse.

He strained his head back until his neck could no longer move, and only then could he see the two small windows.

The light coming in from there is the only source of light in the room.

After giving up the struggle, he lay quietly.

There was a slightly noisy sound outside the door.

There were footsteps and voices, but unfortunately they were speaking Japanese and he couldn't understand anything.

Four caregivers came over, took out the key and started to unlock the door.

In Fang Junhong's ears, this sound represents two things: acupuncture and needle removal.

There is only one possibility now, that is, today's infusion is about to start again.

The door opened and four people wearing white nursing uniforms, masks and gloves walked in, speaking a language he could not understand.

Fang Junhong said loudly: "You can understand Chinese, right? I know you can understand.

I was kidnapped and sent here, I'm not sick!"

The four caregivers ignored him.

There was a strong smell in the room, and the two of them began to move his bed, one in front and one behind.

Another person opened the door.

The bed was pushed out of the room and down the corridor into another room.

The attendant untied his legs, held down his arms, and untied all the straps that held him in place.

Fang Junhong wanted to struggle, but how could he have the strength to fight against four people when he had been relying on intravenous drips to stay alive for two days?

Soon he was dragged into another room and thrown to the ground.

This time, he screamed in pain.

"Take a shower, change clothes. Or commit suicide."

"You have no other choice."

Although the accent is a bit strange, it is indeed Chinese.

Fang Junhong heard it clearly and looked around the room.

This is indeed a bathroom, but it only has two water pipes, no shower head, just water pipes.

Just as he was about to get up, he felt a pain in the area where his anal hair was stuck together.

He endured it and got up to turn on one of the faucets. A thick stream of water rushed down from the pipe.

It’s actually warm water!!!

Fang Junhong looked at the striped clothes, towels and a large bar of soap placed on a very old stool on the other side. Just as he was about to say something, the nurses had already thrown in all the things on the bed he had been lying on.

"Wash it clean, or I'll beat you up!"

With that, the four of them left the room and locked the door.

Fang Junhong didn't care about anything else. He stood under the strong water flow, wet all his clothes first, and then took them off one by one.

The only valuable watch I had on me was taken away by someone I didn't know.

He began to take a bath seriously. After all, being able to take a bath meant that he would not be killed directly.

Otherwise, there is no need to do this. Besides, that little beast Chen Ping'an will not let himself die like this.

He will definitely come back to laugh at himself.

Do not!

I must survive.

As long as you are alive, there is hope!

Tears, mixed with warm water, flowed freely.

……

Chen Pingan did not go to Chen's house, but stayed in the airport hotel for one night.

After breakfast, he called a car and drove for nearly an hour and a half to reach the small courtyard.

This is his first time here.

After paying the fare, he looked around.

There is a small open space at the door that can park about four cars.

But now there are only two cars parked there.

If I'm not mistaken, this is it.

As he was looking around, the yard door opened.

Fang Jinglei and Fang Qingyan walked out and saw Chen Pingan standing there alone, and both looked at him.

"Safe..." Fang Jinglei shouted.

Chen Pingan looked at his two blood sisters.

Fang Jinglei's temperament has become more calm and peaceful, and Fang Qingyan's temperament has also changed a little.

The temperament of a strong woman is almost gone. I wonder what she has been through recently.

Chen Ping'an looked at Fang Qingyan, and his mind recalled what Fang Qingyan said when they last met, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little cold.

"Ping'an, you're here. Come in, Mom is waiting for you!" Fang Jinglei said.

Fang Qingyan looked at Chen Pingan without saying a word.

In the eyes of the two people, they saw a different Chen Pingan.

Calm and indifferent, indifferent and unconcerned.

Chen Pingan's mouth curled up slightly, "I'm here to fulfill my promise. Is Ms. Zhao home?"