freenovelworld Chapter 1482: The Iron Prison Infirmary
Chapter 1482: The Iron Prison Infirmary
Qincheng Prison at night.
The towering concrete wall glowed bluish-gray in the pale moonlight, like a cold iron curtain, pressing heavily upon the desolate wilderness.
The dense electric fences on top of the wall occasionally emit a subtle, teeth-grinding metallic hiss in the wind, cutting through the dead air.
A solitary watchtower stood at the corner, its dark firing holes like the eyes of a giant beast, scanning the darkness plowed open by the searchlight from above.
Those thick beams of light swept back and forth tirelessly. Wherever they passed, the lush grass stems and black wheel tracks were instantly illuminated in a dazzling pale white, and then sank into deeper shadows, as if they had never existed.
When Li Xiangnan jumped out of the car, two rows of armed prison guards were negotiating nervously with Wen Xianping. Only then did he have time to look around.
He has been here more than once.
In the past, Zhang Jingyang was wrongly imprisoned, and Matsui Kusaka was tried here. Every memory was not a good one.
"Doctor Li! Please!"
While he was thinking, Wen Xianping's urgent reminder interrupted Li Xiangnan's thoughts.
"it is good!"
Coming back to his senses, Li Xiangnan followed Wen Xianping and the two cars of people inside. The heavy iron gate opened and closed, and the lights flickered. As he walked, a dull, oppressive, and serious atmosphere surrounded him like a tide.
Everything around was silent, including the footsteps and the prison guards and staff walking beside him.
Li Xiangnan knew why.
It all started with Shen Yujing's sudden accident.
He was poisoned in prison, so there are too many possibilities!
Suicide out of fear of punishment? Murder by accomplices?
Or are the disciplinary committee’s interrogation methods too radical?
Or was there a major security lapse in the prison's management?
All these have led to the people Li Xiangnan is currently in contact with, whether they are from the Discipline Inspection Commission or the prison, showing tremendous pressure.
And now, facing the overwhelming pressure, there is still an extremely important task - that is to rescue Shen Yujing from the brink of death!
Considering his current influence and importance in the country, as well as the attention he receives from top leaders, if he dies, the consequences will be quite serious!
This is probably why Song Yingxin is so anxious!
Li Xiangnan is a doctor, and saving lives is his first duty. As for sending Shen Yujing to hell, that is the job of the Discipline Inspection Commission, the Procuratorate and the Court.
At the critical moment when the corruption case of Plot No. 12 was just uncovered, Shen Yujing's sudden accident made the officialdom of Yanjing even more confusing.
Li Xiangnan didn’t think too deeply about it for the time being, mainly because he didn’t have the time.
At this moment, he followed Wen Xianping towards the depths of the prison at a very fast speed, almost jogging.
Now everyone knows that Shen Yujing cannot be allowed to die like this, so everyone is very nervous.
In almost two minutes, Li Xiangnan followed Wen Xianping into the inner prison and walked into the depths of the huge prison.
"Head of the Cultural Department!"
A middle-aged man with a dignified appearance came towards me from afar. The sweat on his face had already wet his hair. He looked anxious, but walked steadily.
"Political Commissar Wang!" Wen Xianping called out, "Leader Song asked me to get Doctor Li over here. Where is Shen Yujing now?"
Wang Hebing pointed and said anxiously, "They've been taken to the infirmary. He Jian and the doctors who arrived earlier are already trying to save him! Let's go there quickly!"
After saying that, he hurriedly led the group to a two-story building deep inside.
"..."
Li Xiangnan was not surprised.
Shen Yujing's identity is too sensitive. In order to save him, the higher-ups must be urgently allocating medical resources.
He was afraid that there would be more doctors from Yanjing's big hospitals and real masters among the people than the last time he saw them at the Ji family.
After all, this time, the authorities also took action!
high speed!
Li Xiangnan broke open the peeling wooden door of the prison infirmary almost at the same time as the members of the Discipline Inspection Commission investigation team.
A gust of hot and turbid air mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant, the sour smell of vomit, and the faint sweet and fishy smell of garlic suddenly hit his face, making him suffocate.
The scene before me, like a crudely painted oil painting, reveals the heart-wrenching embarrassment and panic that were unique to primary medical facilities in the 80s.
The space was suffocatingly narrow.
The room, which was less than 20 square meters, was packed with people, yet strangely maintained a repressive silence, with only heavy breathing and the metallic sounds of instruments colliding echoing.
The only source of light was the underpowered tungsten filament bulb on the ceiling, which was covered in thick dust. The dim light could only weakly penetrate the dense smoke. At this moment, there was someone smoking anxiously in the corner, dragging everything into a vague and heavy shadow.
The walls were a mottled gray-green, and dusty cardboard boxes and medicine bottles with unclear labels were piled in the corners.
Everyone was like a taut string.
There were people all around. Li Xiangnan stood on tiptoe to look inside and couldn't help but raise his brows.
Shen Yujing lay shirtless on the iron bed in the middle of the room covered with yellowed sheets. His skin was a strange bluish-gray color, and his lips and nails were a terrifying purple.
His chest heaved violently but ineffectively, and a strange "ho...ho..." sound like a bellows came from his throat. Every breath he inhaled seemed to use up all his strength, and every exhalation brought out a fine, garlicky-smelling white foam.
His body was still twitching intermittently, and his limbs were held down tightly by two strong prison guards to prevent him from falling off the bed or hurting himself.
There were at least three doctors in white coats surrounding the bed, but it was by no means a leisurely scene of expert consultation.
An old doctor with gray hair and sweat on his forehead was pressing an old-fashioned, steamed stethoscope against Shen Yujing's chest. His brows were twisted into knots, and his face showed undisguised confusion and anxiety.
He said something quickly to the person next to him, but his voice was drowned out by the noise.
A younger doctor, his face pale, was frantically trying to use a huge glass syringe to extract liquid medicine from a small ampoule. His hands were shaking so badly that he missed the bottle mouth several times and a few drops of medicine splashed out.
Several used ampoules and cotton swabs were scattered on the ground beside him.
The third one was squeezing a simple breathing bag that looked like a ball, covering Shen Yujing's mouth and nose. As his arms squeezed, a monotonous and rapid "puff...puff..." sound came out.
Sweat flowed down his temples and soaked the collar of his white coat.
While squeezing the air bag, he anxiously looked at the old doctor: "Doctor Hao! I've turned up the oxygen flow to the maximum! It's still not working! My lungs are full of rales!"
The nurse was spinning like a top in the limited space. She was trying to find a vein in Shen Yujing's arm to give her an IV, but Shen Yujing's blood vessels had collapsed severely due to shock and convulsions. She tried twice but failed, and her eyes turned red with anxiety.
In addition, what shocked Li Xiangnan even more was that the medical conditions here were too poor.
Oxygen was supplied by a half-person-high, rusty blue oxygen cylinder connected to a simple rubber tube and mask.
The needle on the pressure gauge was trembling towards a dangerously low level.
In the corner stood an old-fashioned first aid kit with a wooden shell and leather cover, the lid open, revealing a jumble of instruments and medicines inside.
There was no ECG monitor, no defibrillator, no blood gas analyzer.
The diagnosis of the disease depends entirely on the doctor's eyes, ears, hands and that old stethoscope.
The only thing that could be considered "modern" was perhaps the old-fashioned electrocardiograph covered with a cloth and placed on a small table by the wall. At this moment, it looked out of place, like a forgotten decoration, and no one had the time to operate it.
But soon, Li Xiangnan saw an acquaintance, the chief doctor of the Health Bureau, Dr. Lu Dingkun.
The defibrillator in his hand attracted Li Xiangnan's attention.
Fortunately, there are acquaintances and life-saving people here!
Li Xiangnan did not immediately step forward to join in the fun, but quietly observed, looking for the best time to intervene.
But the atmosphere in the room was so heavy that Li Xiangnan couldn't ignore it.
When Wen Xianping brought his men in and saw the scene, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. He stood by the door and in the corner like a few stone sculptures, scanning the chaotic rescue scene and everyone's expressions with sharp eyes.
They didn't speak, but the invisible pressure was heavier than an oxygen tank, making the already tense atmosphere almost solidify and burst.
Every doctor could feel the burning gaze, as if failing to save Shen Yujing was their dereliction of duty, or even some unspeakable "attitude problem."
The prison guards held their breath, not daring to breathe, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and helplessness.
Li Xiangnan's eyes quickly swept over the chaos - Shen Yujing's dying state, the panic of the doctors fighting on their own, the extremely simple rescue conditions, and the silent but heavy gaze of the Discipline Inspection Commission.
His heart sank, and he immediately realized that this was no ordinary rescue. This was a desperate struggle with death under extremely limited conditions, being watched intently by countless pairs of eyes, especially those with a sense of scrutiny.
He took a deep breath, pushed aside a bewildered prison guard who was blocking his way, and strode towards the iron bed that carried the dual weight of life and politics. His voice was not loud, but it carried a determination that penetrated the chaos:
"Don't worry! I'm Li Xiangnan! Follow my instructions! Immediately prepare hypertonic glucose, dexamethasone, and furosemide! Do you have any spare oxygen cylinders? Go find them!"
His intervention, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly attracted all the panicked and scrutinizing eyes.
The string in the emergency room, which was stretched to the limit, seemed to have found a fulcrum that could be broken, but could also be recalibrated.