vncnus Chapter 382 His Grandson
Chapter 382 His Grandson
"Sir... Sir, my orders are only to transport you to Level 6," the guard stammered.
"You can do as I say, or I can go myself. It's your choice." Cap sneered at the guard.
The guard took a step back in fright, and the lamp in his hand almost fell to the ground. The guard swallowed and stammered, "Yes, sir!"
Garp watched expressionlessly as the guard took out a Den Den Mushi and requested a report, then pressed the button showing Level 4. The elevator began to slowly rise, and soon a harsh, scorching heat came from outside. He had seen the beasts on the second floor, the dead silence on the third floor, felt the scorching heat and cold coming from the fourth and fifth floors, and the desolate walls of the sixth floor. He had seen it so many times that he couldn't even remember it clearly, but he had never seen the infirmary, and he had never had any reason to go there before.
But when he stepped onto the fourth floor, he was not very surprised. There was a reason for this. After all, few prisoners in this prison would receive real treatment. Before this, it was most likely only used when they needed to prepare Magellan's antidote.
The guard brought him to a secluded corner. Because it was so remote, it was the farthest away from the pool of blood and the sea of fire. The air was cooler than he thought. Although it was still hotter than usual, it was not so unbearable and was quite friendly to patients.
The walls here are very dilapidated, there is no waiting room, only a short corridor. It may have been empty before, but now there are two rows of guards standing at attention. The air is filled with a dull and tense atmosphere. As expected, the exposure of Lucci's identity has earned him more attention.
After passing through the heavily guarded corridor and pushing open the door, they came to a pure white corridor with several doors on both sides. The doors were simply labeled with doctors, nurses, medicines, etc. The door at the end of the corridor was different. There were also a large number of guards guarding it. Now they could only observe two small iron windows on both sides of the iron door. He suspected that the railings separating the windows were made of seastone.
The door of the nurse's office was decorated with the Impel Down sign, and a young woman came out to greet them cheerfully, but Garp didn't think this friendliness was appropriate; it was unsettling to see it there.
Because here only the prison interrogators would show happy smiles, and few other people could appear so happy in this prison. After all, no one would want to work in a prison where they could not enter and leave freely. They were like people who were locked outside the cell because of their work, no different from other prisoners who had lost their freedom in the prison, so there were many mentally twisted guys among the guards.
"Vice Admiral Garp is here to see the prisoners," the guard said to the nurse.
"Okay, you have permission. Please come this way, Vice Admiral." The nurse led him to the door at the end of the corridor with a smile.
Pushing open the door, he could see that it was a pure white ward, no different from other medical rooms in the naval base, except that it was a little shabby. However, the medical facilities were very complete. The space inside was not as big as he had imagined. There were only a few beds placed against the wall, with light green curtains hanging to provide some privacy for the patients.
There were chains on both sides of the bed fixed to the ground, with iron handcuffs extending from them. The chains were long enough to tie the prisoner's wrists and ankles, but not so long that someone could use them as weapons. Now only the bed at the end of the ward was in use. The curtains covered the patient, and he could not see. He wanted to prepare for the upcoming meeting, but the nurse did not give him time to prepare. As soon as they approached, she quickly pulled open the curtains.
When he realized he was finally seeing the grandson he thought he had lost, he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding.
His face was very pale, much paler than Garp remembered. The first thing he noticed was the bruises on his neck, which was hard not to notice. Even though they had faded a lot, the pale skin made the bruises that looked like finger marks extremely glaring. He didn't even want to guess what his previous bruises looked like.
Next was the body, his abdomen, chest and forehead were covered in enough bandages that Cap could see that his exposed skin outside the bandages was covered in dark bruises and small scrapes, he was lying on the blanket, his wrists and ankles were shackled.
Garp lowered his head and carefully observed the young man's face. There was no doubt that this brat was his other grandson. Like Luffy, he grew up in the same proportions, but his skin was whiter than when he was a child, and his facial features were tougher. Unlike Luffy, he always looked a little childish.
Karp reached out and gently stroked the young man's frown. Why was he frowning at such a young age? Karp thought, then paused and withdrew his hand. Why hasn't he woken up yet?
When they were young, the boys could sleep soundly because they had their brothers around them and all kinds of traps they had made were waiting for them outside the house, but they would still wake up quickly in front of people who were not each other. He had always been proud of their vigilance, but now it was not right, Lucci should be awake, and he would not lose this awareness even because of physical injuries.
"What's wrong with him?" Cap asked, trying to hide his worry.
"He showed signs of severe concussion when he was brought in. It's likely a head injury from a recent fight," the nurse said as she moved the boy's blond hair away from his forehead for examination.
Garp stared at the nurse's movements, crossed his arms, and resisted the urge to rush over and slap her hand away. It was irrational, but he didn't like seeing anyone from Impel Down touching his grandson, even though he knew the nurse was much less likely to hurt him than anyone else.
"Why is he still unconscious?" Garp looked at the bandage on Lucci's forehead. He was sent in a few days ago and he should have started recovering a long time ago.
"It's hard to say. This head injury is quite unusual," the nurse said, flipping through the medical records. "He also had a persistent high fever when he was brought in, which could easily lead to brain damage. His body seems to be under tremendous stress, which may delay his recovery. The seastone cuffs are also limiting his healing speed."
"Pressure?" Garp asked blankly. He knew that seastone handcuffs would make the user weaker and inhibit their body's normal healing speed, but why would they bear such huge pressure?
"He should have been sent to the interrogation team for questioning upon arrival. After all, his identity is special, and the interrogation team wanted to get more information as soon as possible. However, they shouldn't have done this when the prisoner is completely unconscious. In the end, they got nothing." The nurse accused, turning to look at the boy lying on the hospital bed and said sympathetically, "He quickly became completely unresponsive and was then sent to the infirmary. He had one or two brief moments of lucidity, but he was not truly conscious."