Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 379: You’ve Been Released - Part 1

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: You’ve Been Released - Part 1

"Whoo Whoo Whoo..."

Only after Liu Ying and the others had left did Yang Meifeng dare to cry out loud.

At this moment, she truly regretted her actions.

If she hadn’t been so foolish to steal Mo Han’s Black Gold Card, she wouldn’t have gone to the bank.

If she hadn’t gone to the bank, she wouldn’t have been caught by those Sirs and thrown into this place.

If she hadn’t been caught and brought here, she wouldn’t have been beaten all night long yesterday, and she certainly wouldn’t be getting beat to death like she is now.

Seeing Yang Meifeng crying so desperately, seemingly unable to stop, Zhang Hongyan grew extremely agitated and shouted angrily, "Enough!"

"If you dare to cry out again, I’ll call Liu Ying and the others back immediately!"

Whoosh!

Yang Meifeng immediately shut her mouth, and her tears stopped as well.

It was a joke to think that if Liu Ying and her gang came back, she wouldn’t have a life left to endure it.

At that moment, Cuihua crossed her arms and said mockingly, "The heavens may allow certain transgressions, but one can never live after committing sins oneself!"

"Yang Meifeng, I told you last night, those things you did that were so contemptible and hurtful, you would definitely not have a good end!"

"Now you’ve gotten beaten up, right?"

"Liu’s crew are not ones to be trifled with, your days ahead, hehe..."

The hehe was all too meaningful, and despair filled Yang Meifeng’s eyes.

If Ding Se hadn’t persuaded Chen Se, she wouldn’t have survived more than a few days here.

Zhang Hongyan gave Cuihua a sideways glance and said impatiently, "Enough! Less talk all of you."

"Yang Meifeng, you rest up here for now, everyone else, hurry up and get your work done!"

...

At two fifty in the afternoon, the whistle outside sounded.

Everyone formed a line and filed out one by one. Yang Meifeng’s legs had been beaten so severely that they were bruised, and she limped as she walked, unable to keep up with the line.

After all, she was a member of their room, so Zhang Hongyan eventually went to the back and helped Yang Meifeng up.

At that moment, tears streamed down Yang Meifeng’s face.

She never expected Zhang, who had led the assault on her last night and treated her like a human couch, to help her.

The truth was, Zhang Hongyan really didn’t want to get involved with Yang Meifeng.

But in the detention room, there were rules; if every member didn’t return in time, no one would get to eat that night.

So, that was why Zhang Hongyan begrudgingly helped Yang Meifeng a little.

Walking along, Zhang Hongyan boredly started a conversation, "Hey, looks like your telecom scam really screwed over a lot of people."

"Liu looks like a fierce one just based on her face. Your days ahead are going to be tough."

The moment she mentioned it, tears torrented down Yang Meifeng’s face.

If Chen Se really was being stubborn and not planning on letting her out, then wouldn’t she just get bullied to death in here?

There was Wang Cuihua in the room, who loathed her to the bone, and the fierce demon Liu Ying outside during labor.

Then there were others, who enjoyed watching the excitement and were waiting for an opportunity to kick her when she was down.

At that thought, her view of the future was pitch black, without a glimmer of dawn.

At two fifty-eight, Yang Meifeng returned to Cell No. 7. Before she could lie down, Cuihua took advantage of the moment when Zhang Hongyan was outside reporting to the guard and charged over, delivering a hefty slap to her face.

Yang Meifeng cupped her cheek, feeling wronged. "Cuihua... I haven’t provoked you, have I?"

"You haven’t," Cuihua replied with a cold laugh. "But I just can’t stand you! Got a problem with that?"

Yang Meifeng pursed her lips and tears swirled in her eyes.

"Crying..."

Cuihua was furious, raising her hand to strike again, but urgent footsteps sounded from outside.

She quickly turned around and returned to her spot.

Yang Meifeng had already closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. Beat me, just beat me to death.

At that moment, she was disheartened, and her spirit was as lifeless as a zombie; no longer the resilient person she had been upon arrival.

A few seconds passed, but the slap never came. Instead, the door was pushed open.

A police officer in a blue shirt came in and scanned everyone before saying, "Who is Yang Meifeng? Come out!"

"You’ve been released. Follow me to process your release paperwork!"

What?!!

The room was shocked, all eyes turned incredulously to Yang Meifeng on the bunk.

Released after just one day?

The most upset was Cuihua. She didn’t care that the other person was a Sir and stepped forward to ask, "Sir! She’s a telecom fraudster! She caused ruin and death, and you’re just letting her go?"

The Sir glanced coldly at her and said in a cold voice, "We follow rules and regulations. It’s not your place to interfere!"

"Yang Meifeng, where are you? Come out!"

Bang!

A huge sense of elation hit Yang Meifeng like a bombshell. She was so relieved that, not caring about her affliction, she scrambled down from the bed, eagerly responding, "Me! Me! I am Yang Meifeng, get me out of here quick!"

"Haha! I’m finally going back! Finally!"

With that said, she turned to Cuihua with a look of arrogance, "Hahaha, didn’t expect that, did you? I’m going back now!"

"Hehe, and in a few days, I’m moving to a Platinum Sharp No. 1 Villa!"

"Do you know how much that villa is worth? 1.7 billion!!!"

"Jealous, huh? Envious?"

"As for you, Wang Cuihua, enjoy spending your life in prison!"

Wang Cuihua was furious and wanted to charge at Yang Meifeng and tear her mouth apart.

Why doesn’t heaven have eyes? Why not take this damned woman away instead of letting her live in such a luxurious mansion...

Sir stood by; she didn’t dare to act, but could only respond aggressively, "Yang Meifeng! You better not come back in, or even if I end up taking a bullet, I’ll take you down!!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, still threatening me?"

With the knowledge that she was about to be released, Yang Meifeng’s spirits were revived. She placed her hands on her hips, pointed at Wang Cuihua, and scolded, "You bumpkin, who do you think I am to come back and stay with you, a freshwater turtle?"

"Damn it, brave enough to hit me? I’ll tell you this, I have people on the outside, and once you’re out, I’ll have them deal with you properly!"

"Oh, and I heard you have a son still in middle school—be careful on the roads from now on..."