Hong Kong: Starting with 10 billion

Chapter 2: Cabinet Access and Feces Inspection (Please collect, recommend and vote)
Entering the "Men's Hospital", there were eight or nine people sitting or standing inside.

The most unusual person was of course a middle-aged man with South Asian appearance and wearing a white coat.
I guess it must be the so-called Indian doctor.

According to Da Yanming, the levels of the Hong Kong Island prison system are divided into ten levels, namely, director of prisons, deputy director, senior warden, prison wardens, chief supervisor, senior supervisor, supervisor, trainee supervisor, assistant supervisor level 1 and assistant supervisor level 2.

Stanley Prison is a household name in Hong Kong Island.
After the fall of Hong Kong Island in 1941, a large number of British officials and soldiers were detained here.
It is a maximum security prison, so its level in the Hong Kong Prisons Department is extremely high.

Therefore, Stanley is different from other medium, low or no-security prisons.

It is equipped with an additional senior warden and has more prison guards than ordinary prisons.

For example, here, a senior supervisor is sitting in the hall, and two supervisors are standing next to him.
They don't do any work, but call it supervising and guiding on-site work.

Fang Hexuan took off his shoes politely and stood on the scale.
A young prison guard who looked a little green was recording the numbers very seriously. He seemed to be a fresh graduate from the Staff Training College.

After weighing myself, I measured my height with the ruler next to me.

Since the measuring tape needs to be manually operated, a short and fat prison guard cursed unhappily:

"Fuck off, do you eat fertilizer? Why don't you go to the Governor's Mansion to be a flagpole when you are so tall? 6 feet (183cm), next one!"

Fang Hexuan glanced at him. He had a bald head, sparse eyebrows, a thick nose, and swollen bags under his eyes.
He looks like a middle-aged greasy man with an ugly appearance.

This is probably what Dayanming calls Lao Chai, a group of quasi-unemployed people who the prison department needs to replace with new blood.

The next step was to measure blood pressure and draw blood. The Indian doctor was in charge of drawing blood.
Fang Hexuan felt a chill running down his spine. It wasn't because of the sea breeze.
Instead, the Indian doctor's movements were skillful throughout, but his face was expressionless and his eyes were cold, as if he was a machine without any emotions.

"It's best not to get sick!" Fang Hexuan silently warned himself in his heart.

There is a hospital in Stanley Prison. I guess this Indian guy is working there.
He had never met such a doctor in his entire life. He was not an angel in white at all, but more like the King of Hell who was demanding his life.

I was complaining in my mind for a few seconds when I felt a gentle push on my back.
Fang Hexuan turned around and looked back, his big eyes bright and he consoled her with a sly "I knew it" expression:
"It has come to this. There is no point in being afraid. Just bear with it and it will pass."

Fang Hexuan understood what he was saying, but was too lazy to explain. He just nodded and said, "You first?"

"Pujie, do you have any sense of loyalty?" Da Yanming rolled his eyes, "It's not that I'm cowardly, I just follow the order."

Fang Hexuan deliberately looked at him straight, with an exaggerated arc at the corner of his mouth: "No need to explain, I understand."

"What do you understand?" Da Yanming pretended to be annoyed, "I went in and out three times, and I was never afraid every time."

Fang Hexuan patted his shoulder helplessly. He was actually using this funny way to relieve his tension.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the only cubicle of the "Men's Department".

The compartment is actually not closed. It has two sides against the wall and is covered with white cloth.

After pulling aside the curtain, Fang Hexuan stopped in surprise. He turned his head and glared at the big eyes behind him, muttering softly:
"Pujie, why is there still an Acha?"

Big Eyes Ming didn't hear his complaints. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Hexuan walked in decisively.

The person who performed the "counter access" work was a young South Asian with dark brown skin. The white coat on him made him look like a monkey in human form.
At this moment, he was picking his nose with his rubber-gloved fingers.

Fang Hexuan's sudden intrusion startled him. He stood up immediately, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
The boss always scolded him harshly for being unmannered and undecency.
But he suddenly felt that compared to this Hong Kong man, he was definitely bathed in the light of civilization.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to vent his anger, his neck was suddenly clamped tightly like a duck, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He discovered a bug - an imbalance in power.

Compared with his height of about 1.7 meters, Fang Hexuan's height of 1.83 meters reminded him to be a civilized person with his height.

"It's okay to be a coward for a while, but you can't be a coward all the time."

"Please lie down on the bed and relax. It will be fine soon."

He thought secretly in his heart, and then showed his signature smile.

Fang Hexuan was also a little embarrassed. He came in at an inopportune time and disturbed the other party's leisure activities.
I can only hope that this "doctor" doesn't make a fuss.

He had been bluffed by an old prisoner in Victoria Prison, so he lay on the bed very tactfully.

Slightly stick out your hips, pull your panties down a distance, exposing your buttocks, and wait for inspection.

"Snapped!"

Fang Hexuan suddenly felt a burning sensation on his butt. He tilted his head in annoyance and stared at the South Asian "doctor" with angry eyes.

“No No No”

The South Asian first swung his left index finger provocatively, then shook the ruler in his right hand vigorously in the air a few times, and lectured in a very serious tone.

"You have to keep your butt elevated, otherwise I can't check it, and it will interfere with my work."

Fang Hexuan suppressed his anger and raised his butt a little higher, and there was another slap, but the force was not as strong as before.

"Higher."

"Snapped!"

"Why are you lifting it so high? Do you want to damage my eyes? Don't think I'll envy your thing, it's bigger than yours."

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After being teased for more than ten times, Nanya Acha finally shouted OK with a feeling of unsatisfied.

Fang Hexuan's forehead was already covered with sweat. He tilted his head and asked:

"Doctor, could you change your gloves?"

It would be fine if he didn't ask, but once he asked, Nanya Acha became furious:

"Pujie, will you pay? I only have this pair, and if you don't check, I have reason to suspect that you are the one who hid the items."

"Are you scaring me? I've never heard of a new prisoner with a human."

Fang Hexuan retorted coldly.

"Go talk to the prison guards and the judge and see if they believe you. How about an investigation?"

Nanya Acha threatened skillfully. Fang Hexuan almost lost his temper, but then he remembered Dayanming's instructions, thought about his current situation, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

When Nan Ya A Cha saw that he had surrendered, he grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth, and looked very proud.

Fang Hexuan's forehead was bulging with veins, and his face was turning pale and blue.
Beads of sweat rolled down from my temples to the corners of my eyes, and my teeth were clattering from gnashing.
At this moment, he was like a wild beast that was ready to devour its prey, with a distorted and ferocious expression.

He had just had 50cc of blood drawn out, and now he was being tortured like this. His frail body couldn't bear it.

Fang Hexuan felt dizzy and almost fainted.

Nanya Acha retracted his finger, looked at Fang Hexuan carefully, and smiled triumphantly with satisfaction.
He pulled out a piece of toilet paper from the table next to him and pretended to wipe his fingers that had just finished their homework.

"You are clean and can go. Please call the next person for me."

As he spoke, he made a few simple marks on the checklist.

Fang Hexuan struggled to get up. The pain in his buttocks still made him feel a little depressed.

He picked up the checklist, stared at Ah Cha for a few seconds, then walked out with slightly difficult steps, staggering.

Looking at his back, the South Asian man snorted in disdain, laughing sarcastically:

"So what if you are taller than me? If you piss me off, I'll let you know that Indians are inviolable."

Da Yanming saw Fang Hexuan coming out and asked hurriedly, "Did you pass safely?"

Fang Hexuan nodded listlessly without saying anything.

"You are quite sharp. I heard that some people's eyes rolled back, drooled, fainted, and were carried off the bed."

Fang Hexuan hung his head and still said nothing.

"Just be patient, it will all be fine in two or three days. This is just the beginning. If you can't make it, your body will be buried in the nearby death row cemetery. Ashes to ashes, earth to earth."

Big Eyes Ming deliberately joked, trying to help Fang Hexuan ease his mood.

"I'm going to hit you with the head, is this a consolation?"

"It's your turn now. I hope you don't come out lying down."

Fang Hexuan retorted sarcastically, but he did feel a little relieved.

"Idiot! Who doesn't know me here? I'm a VIP." Big Eyes Ming said mysteriously.

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After waiting for about a minute, Da Yanming came out.

Fang Hexuan didn't notice anything unusual, it was completely different from his own miserable condition.

I felt a little unhappy and could only sigh silently, "Stanley is so damn dark!"

"This is the last difficulty. Once you get through it, you will feel comfortable."

The man with bright eyes and a big smile comforted He Xuan.

Looking at his "I've been through this before" expression, Fang Hexuan sneered unhappily:
"Brother Ming, of course you feel comfortable, you are a VIP."

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Ten people gathered together.

A prison guard at the "Men's Hospital" began to give each person a translucent plastic bottle with a label.

Then, at a command, everyone was required to go to the toilet and hand in their "fecal samples" within five minutes.

The prison toilet has half-person-high walls, dividing the small "operation area" into more than a dozen toilet stalls.

There was no way there was a toilet, only squat toilets.

Everyone had just finished being tortured by the "Guest Room" and their buttocks were still hurting.
Now I have to squat with my butt sticking up, how can I defecate easily?
It is easy to urinate, but it is extremely difficult to defecate.

Even if Fang Hexuan used all his strength and his eyes turned red, it was of no use.

He just felt that it was even hotter and more painful than before.

There were continuous wails and cries of pain from the people in the toilet.
The jailer outside scolded him fiercely, and every word was full of threats and coercion.

Seeing that the time was about to run out, Da Yanming, who was in the adjacent toilet, stood up and shouted "Done".
Then he threw something wrapped in toilet paper outside.

A shocking scene happened.

The other eight men pounced on the thing like bees smelling flowers or hyenas smelling blood.

They pushed and shoved each other, and finally two of them twisted into a ball and started fighting with each other.

This might be the most absurd and shocking scene Fang Hexuan has ever seen in his life.

His eyes were fixed, his lips were slightly open, and he was in a trance.

Da Yanming pushed him and shook the bottle of feces in front of him: "I know you can't excrete it, so I'll give you some."

Fang Hexuan came back to his senses and found the thing in the bottle. He also smelled a foul odor.
Suddenly he couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited miserably.

Da Yanming rolled his eyes helplessly and sighed:

"Young people are just unreliable."

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Just as Da Yanming said, "feces test" is indeed the last test.
It's not that the whole process is completed, the next step is "haircut" and "shower".
Compared with the previous humiliation and abuse, it is nothing.

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