Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 277 The Severely Wounded Leosley

The saying goes, "A kind person is often bullied, and a good horse is often ridden by a dog." I had suppressed my anger before out of respect for Siegwen and to avoid trouble. But now the dog has practically defecated on my head. If I don't teach him a lesson, I'll truly become a coward.

"Ha, so you just want to see me hand-roll screws, huh? Fine." Qiuhe chuckled wickedly to himself, strolled over to the bucket of screws, and took out a screw rod.

Then, Qiuhe gripped the screw head tightly with his left hand, while his right hand slowly gripped the screw shaft. The next second, Qiuhe actually started to rotate the screw head, his fingernails constantly sparking as they scraped against the screw shaft.

Iron filings continued to fall from the screw rod. Seeing this and hearing the sharp grinding sound, the surrounding prisoners and the warden were all stunned. In the end, in just 10 seconds, Qiuhe had left distinct spirals on the screw rod.

Qiuhe pinched the screw head between two fingers and threw it at the administrator like trash. He then stepped forward, raised his arm, grabbed the administrator by the collar, and a wildly arrogant smile appeared on his face.

“Old man, listen to me. I'm giving you two hours—noon. No, I'm giving you two hours—to use that broken machine to process these two barrels of screw rods for me, then exchange them for license coupons and hand them over. Otherwise, your limbs will turn into that screw just now.”

Hearing such harsh words coming from a child, the administrator wouldn't have wet his pants in fear if Qiuhe hadn't just demonstrated his amazing skills. He simply shoved the administrator aside.

Qiuhe left the screw processing area and wandered around. As he strolled, he saw that almost all the criminals in his field of vision were working desperately.

This is almost the complete opposite of the Mellow Petersburg in the game. The prisoners are like machines, a group of soulless robots, endlessly processing mechanical parts, their faces expressionless. Some are even visibly exhausted and out of breath, yet they keep working.

Qiuhe didn't understand at first, until he saw a prisoner, exhausted, stop working for only a few seconds, when the warden pulled out a stick and beat the prisoner until the prisoner begged for mercy and quickly got up to continue working. Only then did the warden stop.

Seeing all this, Qiuhe realized something was wrong with Mero Petersburg. He then found a warden and, in a friendly manner, performed a special trick for him. The warden then revealed the current warden of Mero Petersburg, the rules he had set, and the current situation of the prison.

It turns out that the criminals currently in the production area are the lowest class of people in Mero Petersburg, and they only have a very small number of permits.

Endless work was their only way to earn permits, while the higher-ranking prisoners controlled the vast majority of resources in Mello Petersburg and profited from these lower-ranking prisoners.

They were forced to work for capital, receiving pitifully small concessions for the most, dirtiest, and hardest labor. Just getting enough to eat was the only thing they could manage. Meanwhile, the higher-ranking prisoners were living a life of luxury in Mello Petersburg, using their concessions to indulge themselves.

Here, with enough vouchers, you can buy any resource in Melo Petersburg, contraband, the outcome of a bet, and even someone else's life.

After learning all this, Qiuhe pondered for a moment, then inquired again about the location of the boxing arena and the name of the current Duke of Melo Petersburg. Finally, after the administrator relayed everything, Qiuhe took the elevator and soon arrived at the arena where fists ruled.

As he approached the arena's entrance, he saw Leiosli emerge from around the corner. Qiuhe was shocked to see Leiosli.

Leosley's clothes and trousers were torn, and his face, arms, and legs were covered in horrific and enormous wounds from which blood flowed continuously. His face was filled with resentment as he limped towards Qiuhe, brushing past him.

Seeing this, Qiuhe turned around and followed closely behind. Leosley, noticing the child following him, ignored him; all he wanted now was to quickly heal the damned wounds on his body that were constantly bleeding bright red blood and hindering his earning of franchise tickets.

Upon reaching the elevator, seeing Leosley enter, Qiuhe quickened his pace and followed. As the elevator moved, neither of them spoke.

Inside the elevator, besides the sound of mechanical gears turning, there was only the blood seeping from the wound on Leosley's left arm, which silently slid down through his clenched fingers and pooled on the floor.

The elevator finally stopped, and the doors slowly opened. The two stepped into the management area. There weren't many people in the management area during working hours, and their footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet space. They walked towards the infirmary, each step feeling heavy and slow.

Inside the infirmary, Siegwen was intently flipping through a thick medical book, the rustling of the pages sounding exceptionally soft in the quiet room.

Suddenly, footsteps broke the silence at the door. She looked up and followed the sound, only to see Leosley covered in wounds, blood dripping from his arms and leaving a gruesome trail on the floor.

His steps faltered, his body leaning slightly forward as if he might collapse at any moment, yet he gritted his teeth and persisted in moving forward. Pain tore at his nerves, but he remained unfazed. Seeing this, Siegfried put down her book and rushed to support Leosley.

"Oh dear! Leosley, what happened to you? You're even worse than last time. Come here quickly."

Higewen's voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness as she helped Leosley to a nearby hospital bed. Her movements were gentle and steady, as if afraid of aggravating his injuries. Leosley did not respond, but simply lowered his head, breathing heavily, letting her settle him onto the bed.

Hisewen turned to get the first-aid kit, but caught a glimpse of a figure at the door. She looked closer and saw it was Qiuhe, that thoughtful, well-behaved, and sensible child.

"Oh? Little one, what brings you here? Are you injured too?" Her tone softened, tinged with concern. Qiuhe simply shook his head.

"Oh, I see. If there's anything you need, please come in and wait a bit. I'll treat this child's wound first," Sigwen said softly. She then quickly walked to the table, took out a first-aid kit, and skillfully opened it to retrieve needles, thread, and sterilization supplies. Her movements were clean and efficient.

She first disinfected Leosley's wounds, then without hesitation picked up a needle and thread and began to suture the deep wounds that exposed bone.

The needle pierced the flesh and emerged from the other side, the blood-stained thread a shocking sight, but Leosley remained silent, only clenching his fists, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Higgin's movements were precise and practiced, as if she were already used to this kind of scene. She didn't use anesthesia, because it was Lyosley's request. He always did this, preferring to endure excruciating pain rather than lose even a sliver of consciousness.

Although Siegwen felt sorry for him, she respected his choice, but she made her movements even gentler, as if she wanted to ease his pain in this way.

Qiuhe stood silently by, watching everything unfold. His eyes were filled with admiration. He had never experienced the feeling of needles and thread piercing his skin, but he was certain he would never want to experience having a wound stitched up without anesthesia. As the wound was finished...

After applying the medicine, Siegfried gently wrapped Leosley's wounds with gauze and bandages, tying a pretty bow around them.

"Okay, that's good." Leosley raised his hand to look at the bandage on his arm, and tried to clench his fist lightly. A sharp pain shot through the stitched wound.

He then slowly stood up. "Thank you, Head Nurse Siegwen. Well, I'll be going now," Leosley said, turning to leave. Siegwen gently tugged at his sleeve from behind. "No, you can't. It's always like this. Your wounds have just been stitched up, and you're already leaving."

Those who saw you before have told me that you practiced boxing with your whole body wrapped in bandages. How can your injuries heal like that? You can't leave this time no matter what; you have to stay here and recover completely.”

"But........."

"No buts. If Leosley doesn't behave, then next time I stitch up your wound, I'll have to give you an anesthetic injection so you can sleep it off."