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But in the cave, it still looks lifeless and overcast......

Liu 18 lazily leaned against the wall of the wind field in the cell, closed his eyes slightly, and listened to a few old things boasting about the "glorious" deeds of the past.

During this period, Liu Shibai also learned a lot of new things, some of which came from the lower ninth rate, but I have to say that it is absolutely practical.

Sometimes, Liu Shibai even has some bad taste, if his Liu family's tomb robbery skills, coupled with the professionalism of these people, what effect will it have?

A person is always small, only a professional team is strong!

It's a pity that these old things are too old, and the youngest are Lu Xiaolin and Wu Shixun, but they are also in their fifties.

This month, Liu Shiba's biggest gain is to understand one thing:

"Some of the work these people do is very clean, but in the end there is still a problem, and it is planted on the sale of ~ stolen goods or the betrayal of accomplices. ”

This proves that people in the rivers and lakes are unpredictable, everyone is not as simple as it seems on the surface, there are people in the world who are righteous enough to have friends, but there are definitely not many......

"Second master, second master, what's wrong with you?"

When Liu Eighteen was thinking wildly, an exclamation came from the cell!

Several people in the wind field quickly poured into the cell, and looked at Mu Sugi Masao who was lying on the pavement and turned purple and was out of breath.

Liu Eighteen's face changed, looked at the anxious Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian, and said curiously:

"What's wrong, third brother, what's wrong with second master?"

Tian Mingjian's eyes widened, he held back for a long time, and held back three words:

"I don't know!"

Wu Shixun looked back at Liu Eighteen, and said with a gloomy face:

"The old man suffered from the wind and cold last night, and he had an old problem with asthma, and now is the time to discipline the soldiers to eat, and he can't find anyone. ”

"Is there any medicine?"

Liu Eighteen blinked, puzzled.

"In the black prison, no medicine is allowed, so ......"

Wu Shixun's face was pale, he stood up and rushed to the iron gate and roared:

"Report Luo discipline, someone is sick and is going to die......"

The entire No. 3 prison warehouse was quickly quieted down by Wu Shixun's roar.

All the cells in the No. 3 prison warehouse were tacitly silent at this time, and in the entire prison warehouse corridor, except for Wu Shixun's roar, no other sound could be heard......

After a while, several people in cells 301 and 302, closest to the office, also shouted:

"Prison No. 3 reports that someone in 305 is going to die!"

Liu Eighteen roared in front of several cells, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart, and said in his heart:

These people are not yet numb to the end, and in the face of the same precious life, even the most heinous people will lend a little help.

The screaming lasted for about three to five minutes, and Kisugi Masao's face gradually turned ugly, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth opened to inhale, but it still did not help.

At this time, Luo Guan ran over briskly from outside the prison barn, his eyebrows furrowed, and a piece of rice hanging from the corner of his mouth, obviously eating.

"What's going on?"

Luo Zhan looked at Mu Shan Masao lying on the paving board, and his face couldn't help but change greatly.

These are old and strong treasures, and if he dies in a prison cell, he will be very responsible.

At the very least, he has to deduct a lot of points in the year-end evaluation, which is a ticket for nothing, and he basically has no chance to be promoted and rich.

"Discipline Luo, the old man Mushan has asthma, some serious, you have to call a doctor. ”

A trace of anxiety appeared on Wu Shixun's face, and he looked up at Luo Zhan and explained.

Luo Zhan nodded silently, hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie and called a few times, and asked:

"Doctor Zhang of the infirmary, 305 has an emergency, come and take a look. What? Dr. Zhang is out on vacation?"

Luo Zhan was sweating profusely, put down the walkie-talkie, looked at Wu Shixun helplessly, and said with an ugly face:

"Wu Shixun, what should I do if the prison doctor is not there? Now send it to the military clinic above, I don't count it, I have to give it to the higher authorities for approval.

Even if it is reported, it is not a matter of a while, how long do you think the old man Mushan can last?"

Wu Shixun looked at the old man Mushan's cheeks that were gradually red and purple, and the rapid panting, shook his head with a gloomy face and said:

"The old man is not lightly ill, and his asthma has reached an aggravation stage. ”

"Ahem, ahem!"

At this time, Mu Shanzheng coughed violently a few times, his face suddenly turned pale, white mucus flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became a little sluggish.

Wu Shixun trembled, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Luo Zhandao:

"Discipline Luo, help, find some relief sprays. ”

Luo Zhan shook his head helplessly, and said strangely:

"You understand the rules here, there are no medicines in the black prison, and there is really no medicine to prevent and treat acute diseases below. ”

Tian Mingjian was furious when he heard this, jumped up and scolded:

"Could it be that the old man is suffocated like this? The old man Mushan has done a lot of work for you for decades, and you treat him like this?

When Luo Zhan heard this, his face turned pale and he was silent......

Wu Shixun was sad and indignant, several old people stayed together in the cell for a long time, and they had some deep feelings, every time they saw someone die of old age and carried out, the taste was too uncomfortable......

Just when everyone was staring at each other and was helpless, Liu Shiba's voice came from the cell:

"Although I don't like this old man, how about letting me see?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at the place where the sound came from, and couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out to be Liu Eighteen?

"Stinky boy, are you fooling me?

Tian Mingjian was angry at this time, glared at Liu Shibai and scolded.

Wu Shixun rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted Tian Mingjian, and said solemnly:

"Do you know how to heal?"

Outside the iron gate, Luo Zhan looked at Liu Eighteen with surprise on his face, he clearly remembered Liu Eighteen's file, he was a mountain boy who spoke out, twenty-five years old, and a surveyor......

It's no wonder that everyone is confused, as the saying goes, if you don't have hair on your mouth, you can't do things well, how do you want these old men to believe it?

Separated from the few people gathered on the bunk, Liu 18 walked up to the pavement, came to Mushan Zhengxiong and squatted down, looked carefully, and looked up at Luo Zhan and Wu Shixun

：

"A dead horse should be a live horse doctor, at least give this old man a chance. ”

After Liu Eighteen finished speaking, he said to Tian Mingjian on the side:

"The third master took a quilt over there and put it on the second master's back, so that his breathing would be smoother, and his asthma would be worse when he was lying flat. ”

When Tian Mingjian heard this, he hurriedly pulled a quilt and put it behind the old man Mushan with the help of Liu Shiba.

Sure enough, Mu Shan's body was raised, his complexion suddenly improved a lot, and his breathing was much smoother.

After doing all this, Liu Shibai stood up, looked at Luo Zhan and explained:

"Luo Guan, I can cure this disease, at least I can suppress it temporarily. ”

Luo Zhan's face was strange, and he looked at Liu Eighteen and said:

"Saving people is like fighting fire, what do you need, you say!"

Liu Eighteen turned his head to look at Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian with comforting eyes, and said softly:

"Everybody spread out, don't gather around, keep the air circulating. ”

After thinking for a while, Liu Shibai looked at Luo Zhan and said:

"I don't know, can Sect Luo give me a needle, and some raw soybeans and mung beans and other things?"

Luo Zhan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked:

"There are still needles, but mung beans don't. ”

"Something like a bean is fine, too. ”

Liu Shibai frowned.

"Is the ball on the bearing okay?"

Luo Zhan wondered.

"Okay, it's up to you whether Masao Musugi can survive or not!"

Liu Eighteen said lightly.

(End of chapter)