The dim oil lamps flickered in the wind, and the hot and humid cell was filled with the screams of prisoners. Yang Zixi naturally didn't have the luck to live in a single room, and the person who was locked up with her was a young man, but he was neither noisy nor noisy, and he looked like he was dying.

Yang Zixi has been paying attention to him since he entered the cell. The man was a burly man, but skinny, and he was lying on the haystack with his head buried in the haystack, and his back was covered with bruises. In the hot summer, in a dark and damp environment, the wound festered into red and purple, which was miserable.

"What crime did he commit?" When the jailer brought food in, Yang Zixi couldn't help but ask.

The jailer sneered, threw down the rice bowl and said, "Little girl, let's worry about herself!" This is a death row, no matter what crime you commit, you can't get out for the rest of your life, do you still have the heart to ask others? ”

Yang Zixi took a sip and didn't speak again. She is full of confidence in herself, how could such a filial person outside the king be fished out for the sake of the old lady.

In the rice bowl was a stirred dinner like pig food, and the small amount couldn't even eat enough rats, Yang Zixi glanced at it and lost his appetite in an instant. She thought about it, then put her share in the other, slowly approached the man with a basin, handed it to him, and said, "It's time for dinner." ”

The man had been lying on his stomach, not moving, and when he heard the word "eat", he suddenly quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bowl, and sat up with his back to Yang Zixi and took a big bite of it.

Yang Zixi's nasal cavity was filled with the rancid smell of the man's body, and he was so disgusting that he almost vomited.

There was no problem with hearing and reflexes, and he still had the strength to grab food, and it seemed that his injuries were much better than she expected. Yang Zixi thought about it and decided to stay still, in an environment surrounded by jailers, he took out things from the space to treat people's injuries, it was purely looking for death!

The man finished plucking the rice and licking the bowl clean before sighing. He kept his back to Yang Zixi, didn't say a word, and then lay face down on the haystack again.

Yang Zixi wondered in his heart, this person never turned back, did he not want to be seen?

She didn't come any closer, only asked softly, "You...... Can you tell me your name? ”

No one responded for a long time, until Yang Zixi felt that he would not answer, when suddenly a deep voice sounded: "Han Ye." ”

"Chilly cold? Leaves of leaves? Yang Zixi said again, full of energy, and the vocal cords are fine, it seems that they are all traumatic injuries, and they have not injured important organs.

"The Han of the three Han Yuan of the old country, the Ye of the prince Ye and the ants." The man said again.

His voice was calm and resolute, as if he was not answering Yang Zixi's question, but recalling himself.

It's a pity that these two poems are like chickens and ducks for Yang Zixi, an ancient semi-literate person, and she hasn't heard a single word, so she still hasn't figured out which Han and which Ye.

She couldn't help but have a good impression of this person, looking at this person's condition, she couldn't say that she was the same as her, she was also wronged into the prison cell,

The name is not important, it is important to earn treatment value for treatment! Yang Zixi licked the corners of his mouth and said, "Are the injuries on your body caused by the torture instruments in the prison?" How long has it been hurting? ”

The man was silent for a moment, suppressed his anger and said, "Why do you ask these more little dolls?" ”

"I'm a doctor," Yang Zixi was not annoyed, "I asked about your injuries because I could heal you." ”

"I don't need to be cured!" The man roared as if to vent.

Yang Zixi was stunned, but he let such a serious injury go, and he didn't know what kind of blow he had received?

The man roared, then stopped speaking, and curled up with his back to her.

Yang Zixi saw that he didn't react, so he said again: "I can really cure you, although it will leave a little scar." Man! What does it matter if you have a little scar on your body? When you do a plastic surgery after healing, you can hardly see it. If you leave it alone, you'll get sepsis! ”

She described it vividly and eloquently, persuading the young man named Han Ye to treat his wounds, as if coaxing a child to take medicine.

The babbling was repeated many times in that person's ear, and Han Ye finally couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around suddenly, and said to Yang Zixi with a hideous face: "Such an injury can also be treated?" ”

A bloody face suddenly appeared in front of Yang Zixi like a ghost, and although the light in the cell was dim, Yang Zixi was still shocked.

But it was just surprise, she was used to seeing all kinds of wounds and severed limbs, Yang Zixi quickly returned to normal, she got closer and carefully observed the injuries on Han Ye's face, and finally said: "The bridge of the nose is not crooked, and the lips are not turned out, not bad!" It may not be possible to return to the way it was before, but it is not a big problem to return to normal. ”

Han Ye was not surprised when she heard her, but what she said was clear-sighted, and she unconsciously put away her doubts. Although the girl in front of her is still young, she gives people a sense of imposing.

"Of course, this place is not suitable for plastic surgery, I'll treat the wounds on your body later, and when you get out of the cell, we'll finalize the plastic surgery plan carefully."

Han Ye sneered when he heard this: "Then there is no need, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out in my life." ”

Yang Zixi couldn't help but say, "What do you say?" What exactly did you get caught in? ”

Han Ye's eyes flashed, and he didn't speak immediately. Seeing this, Yang Zixi said: "Life is ever-changing, and no one can be sure what will happen to them in the future. Even if he is sentenced to death, he can't say that he can still encounter an amnesty in the world, how can he know that he can't get out? ”

Han Ye glanced at her deeply, and suddenly said, "The little girl is old-fashioned when she speaks. ”

Yang Zixi smiled: "It's better to be old-fashioned than to be discouraged." ”

"All thoughts are in disgrace...... Han Ye sneered self-deprecatingly, "Well said! Apathy! As he spoke, he turned around slowly, facing the wall and not saying a word again.

Yang Zixi wondered in his heart, what happened to this young man? So much so that he was so depressed? Looking at the way he eats, it is not that he is bent on seeking death, but that he seems to be hiding some secret.

The patient's failure to cooperate with the treatment is the most troublesome thing, and compulsory treatment is harmful and unhelpful, not to mention that Yang Zixi's small body cannot be forced. She watched the huge treatment value swaying in front of her eyes greedily, but it was inconvenient to start, and her heart was really itchy.

If he can get him out of prison, he should be willing to heal, right? This person should have experienced something that was not simple, and he didn't look like a bad person.