Return of the King, Chapter 541 - 541 530

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541: Chapter 530

“This chick wouldn’t be thinking of doing sothing indecent to big brother here, would she?”

Song Yun was lying in bed, lost in his thoughts, and Mo Yuyao had already finished examining Song Yun’s body.

“It’s strange, just a superficial skin injury, yet he’s passed out.” Mo Yuyao frowned, taking a syringe from the dical kit and preparing so dicine, inserting the needle into the vial and drawing the liquid.

Then she walked over to Song Yun.

Seeing this, he realized it was ti for an injection.

He might be pretending to be unconscious, but that didn’t an he could let soone inject his bottom, right?

He couldn’t help but let out a long moan.

“Ouch!

That really hurts!” Song Yun said, slowly opening his eyes and then pretending to be utterly confused, “Where is this?

How did I get here?”

“Ah?

You’re awake!” Mo Yuyao, surprised to see Song Yun waking up, remarked, “Waking up so soon, your faint wasn’t very deep, was it?”

“Who are you…” Song Yun feigned confusion.

“You don’t know who I am?

Seems like you’re new here.

I’m Mo Yuyao, the doctor for you prisoners.” Mo Yuyao explained, her tone not harsh or disdainful but more caring.

Song Yun’s fondness for this woman naturally increased quite a bit.

Nowadays, there are plenty of people who look down on others, even just so phone salespeople tend to scorn people, not to ntion a prison filled with convicts.

Usually, the sight of a convict only invokes disdain.

Society may show so tolerance towards these criminals, involved in scandals and cris, but mostly there’s contempt since the ones in prison definitely did sothing harmful to society and such people are despised by most.

And here Mo Yuyao was, a doctor, holding a sowhat higher status than ordinary folks, being so amiable towards such vicious criminals was indeed comndable.

“Why am I here?” Song Yun asked, puzzled.

“You were knocked out and brought here.

I often have to treat newbies here; it’s strange that it’s just you this ti.

Co on, I’ll give you an injection.” Mo Yuyao said as she started to turn Song Yun’s body.

“Oh no, it’s not necessary.” Song Yun saw that this woman actually intended to give him an injection and quickly stopped her, “I don’t need an injection, there’s nothing wrong.”

“What do you an, ‘nothing wrong’?

What if I missed so internal injuries?

That could easily lead to complications later.

It’s better to get an injection,” Mo Yuyao enthusiastically said, “In prison, you don’t have to pay for dical treatnt.”

“It’s not about the money.” Song Yun said, though Mo Yuyao had already grabbed hold of him.

“What are you doing!” Song Yun exclaid in surprise.

“Turn over, there you go.” Mo Yuyao coaxed him like coaxing a child, her face showing a playfully adorable expression that was irresistibly endearing.

Unintentionally, Song Yun found himself turned over by Mo Yuyao.

Then Mo Yuyao skillfully pulled down Song Yun’s pants, took out an alcohol swab, and wiped his buttocks.

Normally, wiping the skin with alcohol, which evaporates, takes heat away and makes the skin feel cool.

But due to the warmth of Mo Yuyao’s palms, when her hand touched Song Yun’s buttocks, it inexplicably ward them.

Song Yun imdiately found himself imrsed in the soft and warm sensation of her hands.

Puff.

Mo Yuyao directly stabbed the needle into Song Yun’s buttocks.

Song Yun jolted in shock, his buttocks instinctively tightening.

The muscles, already reasonably firm, beca as hard as steel.

Crack.

Song Yun’s heart leaped!

“It’s ruined, the needle broke off and is stuck inside!” Mo Yuyao exclaid in surprise.

Song Yun turned around and saw Mo Yuyao holding a syringe with a broken needle.

“What’s going on?”

Song Yun was also dazed.

Although the needle stuck in his flesh didn’t cause him much pain—his muscles were much tougher than the needle—it still felt weird and inconvenient.

If he had to go through a security check at the airport; they would ask you not to carry tal items.

Wouldn’t Song Yun have to pull down his pants to show them, explaining that he hadn’t brought any tal items, but that it was a needle stuck in his butt?

“Now it’s completely ruined, ruined!!” Mo Yuyao’s face was full of panic, throwing the syringe aside.

Then, with no regard for decorum, she directly bent down to closely inspect Song Yun’s buttocks.

According to Song Yun’s later recollection, Mo Yuyao’s nose was less than 15 centiters from his buttocks, and just a slight lift of his hips would have brought her face into intimate contact with his buttocks.

But, would Song Yun do such a tasteless thing?

Of course not.

Seeing Mo Yuyao so close to his butt, whether it was his mind playing tricks or his body reacting, a strange force from his Dantian suddenly surged downward, heading straight for his anus, and then his body involuntarily shook.

Puff…

Mo Yuyao was closely examining the deep needle mark that had been made in Song Yun’s buttocks, probably thinking she might need tweezers to extract it.

Then, she suddenly felt a blast of warm air, accompanied by a sll that resembled the ammonia she had once produced in her chemistry class.

Mo Yuyao’s face slowly turned black.

“This… I couldn’t help but shake…” Song Yun awkwardly looked at Mo Yuyao.

At this mont, Mo Yuyao’s face was as black as Judge Bao’s.

Hearing Song Yun’s words, Mo Yuyao took several deep breaths, intending to calm her excited and aggrieved emotions.

However, with that inhalation, she ended up drawing so beastly gas recently released directly into her nose.

“So stinky!!” Mo Yuyao leapt aside.

Embarrassed, Song Yun scratched his head, “Sorry, I had soybeans yesterday.”

A bizarre scent perated the infirmary for a long ti before it gradually dissipated…

“Is it okay now?” Mo Yuyao asked coldly from three ters away.

“This, it should be okay,” Song Yun awkwardly smiled.

Mo Yuyao didn’t say a word but walked up to Song Yun’s side, sniffing to ensure there was no sll.

Then she pulled up a chair and sat down.

She gently pressed her hand against Song Yun’s buttocks, “Does it hurt here?” Mo Yuyao inquired.

“It hurts a bit,” Song Yun nodded.

“It seems like we indeed need to use tweezers to get it out, you wait for .” Mo Yuyao went over to the dical box, searched through it for a while, and took out a pair of tweezers.

“It might hurt a bit, just bear with it, okay?” Mo Yuyao said, sitting on the chair, one hand pressing on Song Yun’s buttocks, the other hand holding the tweezers intently starting to extract the broken needle.