After some tossing, he still couldn't find any trace of Qin Jue, and even whether he was still alive was an unknown, which couldn't help but make people feel anxious.

At the moment, they have nothing to do, maybe everything is like what Xuanyuan Zhen said, at this time, Qin Jue has already become a chess piece on the chessboard, even if it is not a dead child, then it has become an outcast, if he does not appear by himself, who can really find him.

Everyone was full of melancholy and was at a loss. Maybe all this has already been doomed, but now that he thinks about it, Qin Jue seems to have a premonition, so before leaving, he will try his best to fulfill his responsibilities, such as helping Qin Shou experiment, or treating Wang Die's scars, all of which are the same. It's just that only now that everyone has seen through it.

"This is him, a man who can only be strong, and you are gone, leaving us to suffer untold suffering. I finally knew why I refused to listen to me in the first place, and would rather die with me than live alone, it feels really bitter to miss me......"

The empress walked to the window alone, looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, and sighed alone......

A prison in the southeast of Madagascar, in southeastern Africa, is a world-famous prison, and his fame does not come from his human management, but from the fact that it is one of the most brutal prisons.

None of the prisoners who entered this prison made it out alive, and no one even cared what crime these prisoners had committed and what they were locked up for, but when they entered, they were shackled and shackled, and sent to work as coolies in a gold mine in the center of the prison until they died.

A year earlier, however, thirty-two men had suddenly come to the prison, thirty of them women, and all white women, and only two men, one of whom was no more than an eight-year-old boy, and the other a gray-haired old man. The boy's face was full of immaturity, except for a little dust, but it still could not hide the pink on his face, and the old man had already had a withered face, and even his eyes were a little cloudy, and there was a stab wound on his right arm, which was already scarred.

After everyone was sent to the prison, the women disappeared, and some say they were assigned to the wardens and prison guards, while the old man and the boy were sent directly to the gold mines. Perhaps it is to take care of the old, weak, sick and disabled, so the daily workload of the two is only half of the others, but this also comes at a price, that is, the old man has to treat all the sick in the prison.

The reason why he was chosen is because the old man is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and the prison rarely provides drugs to the prisoners, so it is necessary to rely on a set of silver needles in the hands of the old man to help them, the old man's medical skills are indeed good, and without the loss of medicinal materials, the mortality rate of the prisoners will be reduced to only one-tenth of the original, and at the same time, it will also save the prison the cost of medicines, which is what the prison guards and wardens are happy to see.

But the old man seemed to be in poor health, and by the end of a year he had become skinny and skinny, and what was even more strange was that he never smiled, and even said very little, and there was no one by his side who could talk to him except the little boy.

It's just that the old man seems to have a special hobby, as long as it is every evening, no matter how deep he is in the mine, he will come out and watch the sunset, even if it is sometimes cloudy, sometimes it rains, there is no sunlight at all, but he will still come out, just watch quietly, stunned there in a daze, every time he leaves, he is full of melancholy, and he staggered back to the mine.

The mine is where all the prisoners live, the bars have been abandoned for many years, and now they are rusty, and the mine is the new dwelling, they eat, sleep, and even pee. The work is in the mine, after a long time, the environment in the mine is extremely bad, all the prison guards are not willing to enter the mine at all, but every day according to the head to count the amount of gold ore excavated, after the conditions are met, they will be given food, otherwise they will only starve, the prisoners here only have two meals a day, it is difficult to eat. Maybe at first there will be people fighting, but later, no one cares, they seem to have become accustomed to their slave status, and have become a walking corpse who can only mine every day. Living, there is not much temptation for them, they are used to seeing too much life and death, and they also understand a truth, reality also proves that there is no trace of light in the future, and what supports them to continue to insist may only be the instinct to survive, just to live for the sake of living.

The old man walked through the mine with a basket on his back, and he did not know when he no longer needed to mine, but his daily job was to collect a small piece of ore from each prisoner as compensation for his healing, and these people were more than happy to provide him with some as a reward for his healing.

cough cough cough ......

There was a cough in the distance, and another young man fell. His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in a long time. At this moment, he covered his mouth, and black blood seemed to ooze from the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, the coughing sound became louder.

"Yes, Billy is okay, will you go and show him?" a black man hurriedly approached the old man, and pleaded.

The old man ignored him, still without any expression on his face, and walked over slowly.

Billy was just a young man in his twenties, the age of the weak crown, it should have been a lush and prosperous age, but unfortunately he was brought into this dark mine, no one knew why he was arrested, and he himself never said it, at this time, he fell to the ground, panting heavily, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

The old man walked slowly, not because he wanted to walk slowly, but because his body was too weak. For the prisoners in the mines, watching the old man heal has become their greatest pleasure, and every time it is like watching a magic show, it is very wonderful and mysterious. This time was no exception, and I saw that more than a dozen people quickly surrounded the old man and the sick in the middle.

"Yes, do you see if he can be saved?" asked the black man in front of him, leaning down and whispering to the old man.

The old man still ignored him, his fingers trembled and drew a circle on Billy's chest, and said in a cold voice: "Emphysema, you need surgery, untie his shirt, use a knife to pierce five centimeters down from this rib, let go of the flatulence in the lungs, and it will be fine." ”

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand to the black man on the side, and said coldly: "Come on, my physical strength is no longer able to complete this operation, let go of the flatulence first, and then suture the wound, I will use a silver needle to guide him!"

The old man's words made the black man's face change suddenly, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, his face was full of hesitation, he took the knife and gestured to Billy's chest, and only after a while did he whisper: "Yes, why don't you change someone, I really can't do it?" I have never even killed a chicken in my life, let alone attack a person!"

His eyes were visibly dim, and his face was full of shame.

"You haven't killed any chickens, so why did you come in because you committed something?"

"Uh......" The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "I came in completely unjustly, the warden's son molested my sister and was slapped by me, and I was caught that night, and it has been eight years now......" The man did not continue, he lowered his head, and did not know what he was thinking.

The old man snorted lightly, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Robta, which position I just said, now point it out to Lao Tzu immediately." ”

As if frightened by the old man's shout, Robuta hurriedly drew his dagger and gestured towards the gap between Billy's ribs, but at this moment, the old man stepped on it.

Poof......

A vision sounded like a fart, and soon a stream of blood splattered out. Robuta hurriedly withdrew his hand, and his two voices were full of horror,

"I, I, I...... Killed ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man gave him a palm and said coldly: "Take off the dagger, and then take a needle to sew up his wound, Lao Tzu is going to use a needle." ”

Robuta's hands trembled, his face full of panic, but he gritted his teeth and pulled the dagger out. Soon the blood was running down the wound and desperately trying to keep it outward.

At this time, the old man finally moved, only to see him take out a box of silver needles in his hand, and quickly shot, he didn't seem to need to study the needle at all, but in an instant, more than sixty needles fell.

Later, the old man's face was covered with beads of sweat, and he was obviously a little exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Huh" breathed a long sigh ......of relief, the old man clapped his hands, and his face finally felt a little relieved.

The bleeding had stopped, and Billy finally woke up, and he saw the old man in front of him at a glance, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Yes, you saved me again!"

The old man didn't speak, just patted Robusta on the shoulder and urged: "Don't you start stitching up the wound?

Perhaps frightened by Qin Jue's words, Robuta roared twice, gritted his teeth, and began to move.

After the wound was stitched up, the old man removed the silver needle. Many more spontaneously took out a small piece of gold ore from their baskets, put it in Billy's basket, and then turned around and scattered.

Since the arrival of the old man, this seems to have become a tradition, and anyone who is temporarily unable to work after being treated by the old man will be shared by the rest of the people.

At this point, when the old man walked by again, all the people would stop and smile at him. They vaguely remember when the old man first came, people didn't know his name at that time, and even now no one knows what his name is, and yes, this is just a nickname, because he has cured too many people, so many people will give him a thumbs up and say "yes" when they see him! Over time, yes became his name, and it was also an existence comparable to Jesus in their hearts, after all, they were all from the Yass generation.