Ling Chen had no choice; his life was in their hands, so he had to comply obediently.
Lying on the bed, two security personnel, following the doctor's instructions, tied Ling Chen's hands and feet with leather straps, securing him firmly to the iron bed. Then, the doctor took out a syringe and thrust it into Ling Chen's arm. As the medicine from the syringe was injected into his body, Ling Chen immediately felt a wave of drowsiness overcoming him.
Before long, Ling Chen fell into a deep sleep.
It was unclear how much time had passed. When Ling Chen awoke again, he found himself lying on a bed in a cell, with Qin Genglong sitting nearby, gulping down some water.
"Old Qin." Feeling weak all over, Ling Chen climbed up from the bed, leaning against the wall, and asked feebly, "When did I get back?"
"Two hours ago, they brought you back," Qin Genglong replied. "You're finally awake; I was worried sick just now. Hey, what did they do to you?"
