If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

The night was as dark as ink, spilling across the high walls of No. 76. Even the cicadas fell silent, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling agents breaking the deathly stillness.

A lone lamp still burned in Liang Zhongchun's office. He sat in a wicker chair, the cigarette between his fingers burning to the end. The heat made him snap back to reality, and he casually stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Mingcheng stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the direction of the prison cell.

In the corridor of the prison area, the lights were dim and almost bleak. Three of Wang Manchun's men leaned against the wall, their faces full of exhaustion, and their guns hung loosely at their waists.

Just then, a chef from the kitchen walked in: "Brothers, you've had a hard day! Director Wang specially ordered that a late-night snack be prepared for you, along with some good wine and cigarettes, all laid out in the canteen. Hurry up and have a taste!"

Upon hearing that it was Wang Manchun's order, the tense nerves of the group instantly relaxed.

One of the tall, thin guards hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head: "But... Director Wang specifically instructed before he left that no one should leave this place unattended, and that we should keep an eye on that guy inside. Why don't we bring the food over and eat here?"

The chef sneered, "This place is filthy and stinky. The thing inside smells worse than a toilet. Can you really eat here? Forget it, do whatever you want."

"Hey, what's the point of keeping an eye on this?" one of the guards scoffed. "The guy inside's been tortured to the point of near death. Whether he'll even survive the night is another matter. Do you think he'll sprout wings and fly away?"

The chef continued, "Eat it or don't, it's up to you. If you don't want it, I'll take it home myself. It's hot outside, and late-night snacks can't be left out for too long."

After saying that, he turned around and made a move to leave.

"No way!" The tall, thin man swallowed hard, his stomach rumbling with anticipation. "Why not take advantage of it? It's a gift from Director Wang, why miss it? Besides, with his looks, he wouldn't have the strength to run away. And who would dare to break into cell number 76?"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the cafeteria.

The other two guards, who were already itching to join in, immediately followed, shouting, "Wait for me! I haven't had a drink in days!"

The last short, stout guard looked at the empty corridor and then peeked into the cell.

Uncle Li lay on the ground, covered in blood, his breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible.

He stomped his foot and gritted his teeth: "You bunch of bastards, don't you dare waste all the good stuff!"

After saying that, he quickly chased after them.

A moment later, the sounds of shouting, playing drinking games, and clinking bottles came from the direction of the cafeteria.

Liang Zhongchun's brother-in-law, Tong Hu, entered the cell, quickly made a gesture behind him, then turned around and led a figure wearing a No. 76 uniform with the brim of his hat pulled low towards the cell.

It was Chen Qing in disguise.

Tong Hu took out his key and quickly opened the iron door of the cell. The soft creaking sound was particularly jarring in the night.

He lowered his voice and urged, "Hurry up, be quick, I'll keep watch outside for you."

Chen Qing nodded, crouched down and slipped into the cell, gently closing the door behind him.

As soon as he entered, a strong smell of blood and burnt food hit him, making him frown.

He walked quickly to Uncle Li's side, squatted down, looked at the scene before him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Uncle Li lay on the ground, his body covered in blood and gore, his consciousness fading and only faint breathing remaining.

"Uncle Li!" Chen Qing called out softly in a low voice.

Uncle Li's eyelashes trembled a few times with difficulty, and he slowly opened one eye. His cloudy gaze fell on Chen Qing's face. The moment he recognized him, his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but he could only utter a weak breath.

"Don't speak, save your energy. I'm here to save you. I'll give you acupuncture now to seal your meridians. You'll enter a state of suspended animation, your heartbeat and breathing will stop. I'll wake you up after we get out."

After saying that, he quickly took out a small acupuncture kit from his pocket. When he opened it, dozens of slender silver needles gleamed coldly.

Chen Qing carefully peeled back Uncle Li's blood-stained clothes and, relying on his superb medical skills, accurately located several key acupoints on the meridians.

Without the slightest tremor, the silver needles pierced the acupoints like lightning, one, two, three... each one precise and accurate.

Uncle Li's body twitched slightly, then calmed down completely. His eyes slowly closed, and the pain on his face gradually faded, replaced by an almost deathly stillness.

Outside the cell, Tong Hu's voice came again: "Are you done yet? Half an hour has passed, don't mess things up!"

"Almost done!" Chen Qing replied, quickly checked the position of the silver needles, and after confirming that everything was correct, began to remove the needles in an orderly manner, put the silver needles back into the acupuncture kit one by one, and helped Uncle Li put his clothes back on.

Finally, he extended his finger and placed it on Uncle Li's carotid artery. He paused for a moment, but could no longer feel any pulse, and Uncle Li's breathing had completely stopped.

"It's done." Chen Qing said in a low voice, quickly put away his acupuncture kit, stood up, dusted himself off, and followed Tong Hu out of the cell.

Tong Hu locked the door behind him, and the two of them crouched low and quickly retreated down the corridor.

The night remained dark, but the first step of the rescue plan was successfully completed without major incident.

Not long after the two left, several guards returned to the cell, drunk. They peeked inside and saw that Uncle Li was still lying there unharmed. The guards didn't pay much attention, and some of them were already feeling sleepy and found a place to fall asleep.

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The next morning, the servant who delivered the meals pushed his tin cart to the cell where Uncle Li was. He called out to the guard who was dozing against the wall, "Wake up, open the door and bring the food."

The guard had been half-drunk in the canteen the night before and was still groggy from the hangover. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked impatient.

He slowly stood up, took out the key from his waist, casually inserted it into the lock, and clicked open the cell door.

With a "bang," he casually pushed open the iron gate, and a smell mixed with blood and mildew rushed out.

The servant, carrying a bowl of coarse rice and a dish of pickled vegetables, was about to step inside when his gaze fell on a figure in the corner of the cell, and his expression instantly changed.

Uncle Li was still lying on the grass, the bloodstains all over his body had congealed into a dark brown color, and his chest, which had been rising and falling slightly, was now completely still, and his whole body looked like a lifeless lump of mud.

The handyman tentatively nudged his shoulder, but the other man didn't react. He quickly put his finger under his nose to check his breathing.

"Oh no! The person is dead!"

The guards on duty last night were startled awake by the shouts and rushed in in a panic.

The tall, thin guard reached out a finger to feel for his carotid artery, but after a moment's hesitation, he withdrew his hand, his face turning deathly pale. "No...no pulse!"

The short, stout guard quickly crouched down, pressed his ear to Uncle Li's chest, listened for a while, then shook his head and slumped to the ground: "He's not breathing anymore! He's really... really dead!"

"We're doomed! Director Wang specifically told us to keep a close eye on him before she left, and not to let him die. Now that he's gone, she'll definitely make things difficult for us when she comes! What are we going to do?"

"What's the panic!" The tall, thin man stood up abruptly, trying to remain calm as he snapped, "How can you blame us? Yesterday, Director Wang beat that person to death, leaving him with gaping wounds. Anyone would have succumbed to that! It was her brutal interrogation that killed him. What does it have to do with us?"

"That's true, but Director Wang is the kind of person who only cares about results and not reasons."

"Alright, stop arguing!" The tall, thin man took a deep breath. "It's no use saying all this now. Quickly call Director Wang and report! Just tell the truth: she couldn't hold on after the interrogation last night and was found dead this morning. If she has anyone to blame, it's herself for being too ruthless!"

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