Chapter 5 Doctor Rowen

All of these Guarsd were armed with steel shields and lances, wearing helmets and bulletproof vests, as if they were invincible, and there was no possibility for the rioting slaves to overcome.

Basically, the appearance of Alpha has announced the failure of the riot.

There are already many people meekly holding their heads and shrinking back, but there are still resisters who say, "Kill them! If we don't kill them, we'll be locked up as slaves for the rest of our lives, what' s the difference between that and death? "

"Yes! You've only been locked up for a few years and you've become cowards? Let' s kill them! "

"Kill! "

I subconsciously went to look at Xavier, who stood as tall as a mountain peak. For some reason, my intuition made me feel that he must be the one who could control the whole scene.

"Take the mandatory option. "

"Yes, Alpha. "

With a command, numerous Guards put on their masks handily and then neatly threw tear gas canisters towards the dense riot out.

The high concentration of irritating gas quickly filled the entire Slave House, and the coughing fit inside the cell was so high that I couldn't avoid it even though I was cowering in the corner.

I quickly covered my mouth and nose like everyone else, but when the overwhelming smell penetrated the fabric of my clothes and entered my nasal cavity, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The tear gas that causes tears and coughing for others is fatal for me, a person with respiratory problems.

As it turned out, I had just returned from the dead and had my second day attack.

I stared resentfully at a certain standing figure with my red and tearful eyes. I really don't know what I have against that Xavier, I almost lost my life twice in one day.

My respiratory tract began to spasm violently again, but the sound of my attack was minimal amidst the coughing and sneezing of hundreds of people.

No one would notice me, and I desperately thought that I would die in this little corner...

Suddenly, there was a pain in my head.

I was hit by something, the thing is very heavy, hit my head a shock, froze me in a state of sickness can not help but look at.

A gas mask.

I was stunned by what I saw, unexpectedly someone threw a gas mask at me, who could it be?

I quickly looked up while putting it on, just in time to see Xavier, who was not far away, withdrawing his hand and moving in a way that looked like he had just thrown something in my direction.

Could it be... Was it him?

I was surprised and puzzled when suddenly I saw a tall dark figure rushing towards me with his mouth and nose covered.

The light was dim and the smoke was so thick that I couldn't recognize who the man was, but I heard the sound of an iron bar dragging across the ground.

It was my Male Werewolf roommate!

As I got closer, I could see his twisted, grim face and his large, open hands towards me. He was coming straight for my mask, but he was definitely going to do more than just take it away.

I saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and my werewolf instinct to survive made me climb the metal door and get up to escape.

He probably misunderstood something in Xavier' s act of giving me the mask, and he wanted to capture me and use me to take a chance at life.

I don't know if I could bring him a silver lining, I just know that if he caught me I would be dead. I would either be held at gunpoint or stabbed directly through a steel pipe by him, or in any case, I would be killed.

At this point in my life, I once again realized beyond doubt that it was a mistake just to mess with Xavier. If he hadn't thrown this at me, I might have survived until the end of the riot and been saved, but once he did...

If I don't die this time, I'll stay away from that Xavier. I don't want to have anything to do with Xavier.

I couldn't outrun the strong Male Werewolf, not to mention that I was still sick. I didn't run more than ten steps before I felt the wind behind me.

The tip of the iron bar, which had been scraping the ground with a loud tear-like sound, suddenly disappeared, and I knew it was my roommate raising his hand, ready to stab me right through.

"Bang! "

A shot rang out, I jumped in place in shock, and suddenly something heavy pressed up behind me, and I was then pinned down.

The guy holding me down was tall and strong, and an arm thicker than my head smashed into my head, and then blood dripped down his arm.

I was close to a nervous breakdown, looking at the rapidly spreading blood all over the ground in front of me, not knowing if it was mine or someone else' s.

My eyes went black and my consciousness drifted away abruptly.

Before passing out completely, I felt a pair of black boots stop in front of me, and the owner of the boots kicked away the dead body pressed against me, and then picked me up.

I was thrown over my shoulder, and as he walked, his shoulder chromed my stomach. But there was nowhere on my entire body that didn't hurt, it had long since gone numb.

I just passed out.

During the coma I had a very unsettling time, one moment dreaming that someone was picking my pants and stabbing me down, another moment dreaming that someone was trying to kill me with a pillow, another moment dreaming that someone was burning my arm with fire.

Anyway, when I woke up, I was covered in sweat, my hair was soaked through, and even my clothes were...

No! Clothes...

Why were my clothes dry when they should have been soaking wet!

I looked down, I had an IV tube in the back of my hand, my body was changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown, the quilt and sheets were snow white, and a circle of light blue bed curtains was pulled around the hospital bed.

Through the sparse holes, I noticed that there seemed to be someone outside.

Who could be out there?

Who could have brought me here and changed my clothes?

Did they notice that I was a girl?

I lifted the curtain as low as I could, trying to be careful not to let anyone outside catch me peeking in.

As the curtain was lifted, I saw a long leg stretched out casually, and judging from the shoes I was wearing, it was a man.

I sank my heart and pulled the curtain up again, and this time I saw a snow-white medical coat with a stethoscope in the pocket of the coat.

Looking further up, a man with sunglasses showed up. He was about twenty up and down, with short brown hair, sharp and deep features, long fingers and slender toes.

Don't ask me how I know he has long toes, because the svelte-looking man is rubbing his feet, while rubbing his feet and listening to the TV.

Why is listening to TV? Because his cell phone was apparently on the opposite side of his head, and he was listening with his ears pricked up, and with all the things I observed, I suspected he really was blind.

"Hey, you're awake? Just in time to wake up, the potion is finished, it' s time to change a bottle. "

I was stunned, subconsciously looked up and really saw that my infusion bottle had reached the bottom.

"You... Aren't you blind? "

The man in the white coat grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I'm just blind, I'm not deaf, I can hear the sound. "

He said as he walked over to me and held out his hand loosely, "Introduce myself, my name is Rowen, I'm the Pack Doctor of Sin Pack, come see me for any future headaches and fevers. "

I wanted to shake his hand, but suddenly I thought he had just picked his foot, and it was a little hard to accept.

Even a good-looking hand is a hand that has picked its foot.

"Well - quite clean," he said as if realizing something, "so clean, then you will not have a good time in Sin Pack. "

I lowered my eyes, thinking that it was hard to say whether I would have a future or not. I don't even know when I'll die after this battle.

Perhaps because I had slept and experienced too many extreme emotions in my dreams, my whole body showed a tired laziness, even though I could never accept my situation, but my mood was too lazy to fluctuate.

The blind Pack Doctor named Rowen was changing my infusion with ease. I looked around, took in the room full of bottles and jars, and finally believed I was in a medical room, but I couldn't believe the person in front of me was a doctor.

"Doctor Rowen, if I may ask, can you be a doctor even if you're blind? "

Rowen sneered as he stuck medical tape to the back of my hand to hold the needle in place, "Why can't a blind person be a doctor? You're allegedly discriminating. "

I rolled my eyes.

"By the way, even though I'm blind, I can hear that you're a soft girl through your voice. You should be careful in the Sin Pack. Most of the Slaves here have been rogue and have committed crimes. You need to protect yourself before they fuck you to death. "

I was shocked: "You really knew I was a girl just by the sound of my voice? "

Doctor Rowen flicked down the flow regulator of the IV tube and smiled sorrowfully in my direction.

"There are no secrets in the Sin Pack. How did you like the special welcome? "

Rowen' s sunglasses on his face reflected my stunned and comical face, and for a moment I wondered why I felt so embarrassed if Rowen could see.

There are no secrets in the Sin Pack... So he really already knew the secret of my body?

I looked down at the clothes that had been changed at some point and asked, somewhat hesitantly, "I... Did you help me change my clothes? "

Doctor Rowen scoffed, "If I say yes, what will you thank me for? "

My mind was racing, wondering if this doctor had touched any private parts that he shouldn't have...

My mind was dizzy from the overwhelming speculation and I had to put my head back.

I was already too tired.

I suddenly realized profoundly that something, even if I am anxious and frightened, what should happen will happen.

After accepting this, my mood became very calm, or more accurately, very tired, and I stopped trying to find out how much he knew, I was more concerned about another thing.

"Excuse me, did you wash your hands when you changed my clothes? "

The doctor was silent for three seconds, then nodded his head, "Okay, I'm convinced by your cleanliness. Don't worry, I didn't wash my hands, but I didn't rub my feet before this. "

I responded, and then softened my body to lie back.

Doctor Rowen was a little confused by my sudden calmness.

"How come you're not fussing now? It seems that the expired tranquilizer is not useless, but the effect is a bit slow. Poor Williams, you were scratching and biting while applying the medication to the unconscious you... "

I was stunned, my mind seemed to recall certain images of someone covering my mouth and nose and holding me down in my arms while I was unconscious and sick.

That person seemed to have a familiar aroma...

"Ah, Williams is here! "

I looked up in a hurry to see a pair of long black boots step through the door.