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Jin County Correctional Center, Psychological Counseling Area, Special Protection Cells.

Because the prisoners in the psychological counseling ward all have various psychological problems, serious injuries occasionally occur due to self-harm or being harmed. Therefore, special care cells have been set up.

Some prisoners with severe depression or mania are sometimes also detained here as a special arrangement.

There was only one person in the special care cell at that time.

Jose.

Jose was completely unable to move, lying helplessly on the hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his body.

He was moved here after being discovered by the prison ward supervisor.

His current situation makes it impossible for him to remain in jail; he will be transferred to a special care facility for further care.

This is just a temporary transition. If the process is fast, he may be able to be transferred out in just one week.

Under normal circumstances, he would spend the rest of his life in private agencies that provide services outsourced by the federal government.

They became tools for those agencies to obtain funding from the federal government.

Of course, a small portion of the funding could still be used on him, keeping him alive but not quite alive.

Further funds will be distributed among the relevant federal government bill initiators, heads of approval agencies, private care institutions, and others.

After all, without the hard work of these agencies in holding meetings and making approvals, He Sai wouldn't have had the opportunity to enter these nursing homes.

These are all normal procedures and fully compliant.

Jose blinked incessantly, his entire being transforming into a sentient corpse.

Since his cervical spine was damaged, resulting in high-level paraplegia, he has experienced the darkest despair and helplessness in his heart.

I finally stopped crying just now.

Given the current situation, even if he wanted to commit suicide, it would be difficult for him to do so.

But when he was placed in the special care ward, with no one around and it completely quiet, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

That was the peace he had never felt since the day he left Honduras to come to America to find his biological father.

Finally, I no longer have to think about those life-or-death questions, and I no longer have to indulge in physical pleasures and drugs.

He thought of many things: his mother, the US military base in Honduras, the American soldiers who came to his house to "visit" his mother, and his journey from a street punk to the leader of the Jose gang.

What impressed him most was the black-haired, black-eyed man he had just met that day who had crippled him.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that the person resembled his father.

The same cold-blooded ruthlessness gave him the same feeling of searching for God...

After experiencing initial despair, José has gradually adjusted his mindset.

Even though he was paralyzed from the waist down and had completely lost his mobility, his strong will to live rekindled his hope to survive.

He seemed to have heard of brain-computer interface technology, which allows even paralyzed patients to regain mobility using an external exoskeleton.

He still has money; he has hidden some money in places unknown to others, and he also has a secret bank account in Switzerland... As long as he can communicate with the outside world, he can withdraw this money.

He was determined to rise again, to stand up once more, and to exact revenge on his biological father and that black-haired, black-eyed bastard! Even though he didn't know the man's name, he was determined to find that damned fellow and make him suffer the same pain he had endured…

To achieve this goal, José has begun to work hard to control his facial muscles, trying to make more expressions and find ways to communicate with the outside world.

The good news is that he discovered he could move his nose and ears again.

He had to keep himself focused on these things to avoid completely breaking down and losing all hope of living...

Just as José was working hard to train his facial muscles, the door to his special care cell opened, and a female medical worker wearing a mask walked in.

Jose blinked frantically, trying to bring his lips together to make the shape of "water".

He wanted to drink water.

The female medical worker ignored his reaction and instead took out a disposable syringe and a small bottle of medicine from her pocket. She inserted the needle of the syringe into the small bottle and drew out a full tube of medicine.

The other person's movements were very calm, but just as the other person raised their hand, Jose suddenly noticed a letter tattoo on the other person's wrist.

That's a gang symbol.

Jose also understood that truly qualified medical professionals would never take medicine and syringes out of their pockets.

The other party is clearly problematic!

He blinked frantically, trying to scream for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

The woman noticed the fear in José's eyes and smiled as she said:

"Mr. José, I think you probably already guessed I would come, so why not be more open about it?"

"Don't worry, this is fifty times the normal dose of fentanyl, mixed with some mushroom extract. You'll experience the most intense hallucinations, perhaps the best dream you'll ever have... or it could be a nightmare."

As she spoke, amidst Jose's frantically blinking eyes, the woman pulled open his collar, plunged the syringe needle into his carotid artery, and began to inject.

Injecting a tonic into the carotid artery, femoral artery, or femoral vein is commonly known as "opening a window."

This is the most extreme and dangerous method of injecting the enhancer.

Generally speaking, in the late stages of addiction, the veins in all four limbs are completely blocked, and in pursuit of stronger effects...