"Let me open your head"

The doctor sneered loudly, "Heh! You trust me so much?"

The little brother nodded his head immediately, scared that the doctor wouldn't believe him if he was even a second late.

What he did not expect was what the doctor said next, "If you trust me so much, then why don't you let me open your head?"

"..."

"..."

Not just the little brother but Cyril was shocked by his words as well, as they were completely unexpected and out of the blue.

"Op… open… open my head?" Little brother stuttered as he took a step back subconsciously.

"Yes," The doctor nodded calmly as if what he asked was nothing so serious and shocking to the others. "Didn't you say that you trust me so much? If so, why are you so scared? It's not like I'm trying to kill you here, right?"

The series of questions the doctor asked shocked Cyril, but he did not open his mouth and disturb the doctor, who was scaring the little brother to no end.

"It's not like you are trying to kill me? Then what exactly are you trying to do? No matter how I look at it, it is very clear that you are trying to take my life." These words were clearly written on the little brother's face. But the young man did not dare to speak those words out loud as he was more scared that the doctor would take revenge on him after hearing his genuine words.

With no other choice, the little brother laughed awkwardly. "He he he."

He then scratched the back of his head like a man who had just lost his sanity and spoke in a goofy voice, "That doctor, I suddenly remembered that I have to get something for my brothers before they wake up. Otherwise, they will punish me later. I have to go right now. Let's talk later, okay? Bye-bye."

After saying a bunch of nonsense, he ran out of the den. From the back, he looked like he was escaping from an incoming meteor crash.

Once he was out of sight, the doctor laughed like crazy. Cyril wanted to laugh along with him, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

The doctor looked at him and chuckled, "Don't you think that he is very funny? He couldn't even understand a joke."

Cyril had no choice but to nod his head, but in his heart, he thought that he was also unable to understand if what the doctor said was a joke earlier.

He didn't know if the doctor understood his thoughts, but the doctor did not let any of his own thoughts appear on his face. The only thing Cyril knew was that when the doctor spoke earlier, he didn't look like he was joking at all.

He made a mental note to himself to never be on the wrong side of this doctor. He was worried that he wouldn't even know how he was dead if something happened between them both.

After a few minutes, the 'patients' on the beds started to wake up one after another.

They had many questions, but they did not have the energy to ask anything. All they could do was glare at Cyril with apparent anger in their eyes.

The doctor saw their actions and poked them with a couple of injections, making them wince.

They looked at the doctor in confusion as they did not understand why he poked them hard.

The doctor scowled at them, "What are you guys looking at? You intruded on his area and now you are angry? Who do you think you are, huh? It is not like he wasn't letting you enter his place. Can't you people wait for another few minutes? Who gave you the right to think you are anything special in this prison, huh? Do you want to die with no one to treat you here?"

All the goons blinked their eyes as they were lectured by the doctor. When the doctor spoke the last sentence, their eyes suddenly widened.

No matter how dumb they were, they understood very clearly that the doctor was threatening them by standing on the side of this 'rich businessman'.

There is no way they wouldn't get hurt while they were in this prison. If no one treated them, they would die in a day. Also, if the doctor or this new rich businessman wanted, they could easily harm them sneakily and not treat him. Done. The entire gang of goons would be dead with no one seeking justice for them.

They all trembled in fear at once and leaned backwards, avoiding the doctor who now looked like a grim reaper to their eyes.

They shook their heads like rattle drums, "No! No! Doctor, we don't want to die like that. We just made a mistake on impulse. We are sorry. Please forgive us, okay?"

The doctor did not have much of a change in his expression as he scoffed casually, "Am I the one you should be apologizing to?"

All the goons blinked their eyes. They were still muddleheaded from the electrocution. It took them a little while to process the meaning of the doctor's words before they shook their heads as they turned towards Cyril, "Brother, we are sorry. We really acted on an impulse today. We promise we would never do such a thing again in the future. Please forgive us, okay?"

"Yes! Yes! Brother, forgive us, okay?"

"Forgive us, okay?"

All the goons joined the chorus as the head of the gang had done all the talking. It was clear all these men did not have any proper negotiation skills. If they had to threaten someone, they would find hundreds of words, but if they had to defend themselves, they couldn't find many words at all.

So they collectively decided to let their leader do all the talking while they trembled in fear in the background while joining the conversation now and then when necessary, like now.