Release for medical treatment?!
Is that foolish woman suffering from poison?!
Mo Nanjue loosened his grip upon hearing this, didn't even glance at her again, and turned to walk outside.
At this moment, a woman from the opposite lower bunk patted her chest, evidently still stunned, and asked, "That man is so handsome, do you know him, Sister Lan? By the way, is Tong Ran the woman you guys whipped with cloth strips a few days ago?"
Ruan Yilan was so terrified her eyes widened and she quickly gestured for her to shut up, but the other's words already spilled out.
Mo Nanjue's stride halted, his eyes flashed with a hint of malice, he turned back to glance at Ruan Yilan, and the smile he spread was chilling.
Ruan Yilan jumped at his gaze, hurriedly shook her head, fearing she might get shot, "Nanjue, it's not, I..."
Mo Nanjue had already strode out.
A few prison guards exchanged a look and followed behind.
The man didn't linger further, directly drove towards the Second Hospital.
