Wan Changqing inside Wandu has already burst into flames!

He came to the dungeon, grabbed Zhong Lao's neck and roared, "Look at the good things your precious grandson has done! He's colluded with the corpses, and look at how many humans have paid for it! ”

Wan Changqing roared exhaustively, people who didn't know him seemed to think that he was the righteous party.

Zhong Lao didn't speak, he was silent, what kind of person Wan Changqing was, he couldn't be clearer, he just wanted to find an excuse to beat himself so that he could feel more comfortable.

As for why his grandson Chu Tian wanted to collude with the corpse man, he didn't care, and he didn't care, he just wanted to stay in his breath now and wait until he saw Chu Tian and be content.

As for Wan Changqing going crazy, then let him go crazy!

Wan Changqing rushed into the dungeon in anger and beat Zhong Lao, he walked out with some confusion, and then waved his hand, motioning for the doctor standing at the door of the dungeon to enter.

This doctor was specially arranged here by Wan Changqing, because he often had to come to Zhong Lao to vent his dissatisfaction, he was afraid that he would one day beat that old immortal to death, and there would be no hostage and fun.

So he deliberately arranged for a doctor to hang Zhong Lao's breath here.

After Wan Changqing walked away, the doctor shook his head, sighed deeply, and walked into the dungeon.

He has no choice, he is old and young, and he doesn't dare to say anything, what can make him live until now is because of his identity, the identity of a doctor.

Doctors play a very indispensable role in the last days, so ordinary doctors will be treated better.

The doctor still had some conscience, and he carefully and slowly bandaged Zhong Lao's wounds.

An old man of dozens of years old was beaten red and swollen all day long, and his heart hurt when a doctor looked at it!

"Doctor...... I'm going to trouble you again, I'm an old man who is beaten like this every day, and I'm not dead yet, and I'm tough...... I just don't know if I'll be able to hold out until my grandson comes......"

Zhong Lao still has some expectations for Chu Tian, this is his daughter and son-in-law's concern before his death, and it is also his long-cherished wish of an old man, he hopes to see his grandson again before he dies, it is such a simple expectation that supports him to be beaten every day.

The doctor sighed, and while bandaging, he comforted: "Elder Zhong, don't worry, although my medical skills are not superb enough, I won't let you have an accident, even if I do my best, I want to save your life, Wan Changqing can talk to him about it......"

"Don't ......" Zhong Lao persuaded weakly: "Don't persuade him, it's useless!" He has no humanity anymore, if you persuade him, you will be resented by him, you are old and young...... Don't do it for someone who is about to die...... Ahem......"

Zhong Lao coughed up a mouthful of blood as he spoke, because he had been beaten for a long time, and he had accumulated injuries on his body, he was indeed a little unbearable at his age.

The doctor sped up his hand to disinfect Zhong Lao's wound, and handed over a glass of water and some antibiotics.

In the last days, it is good to have clean water, but as for the use of hot water for medicine, many people can no longer do it, so naturally everyone, along with the doctors, accepted it in this way.

Zhong Lao trembled and took the water and medicine, and slowly took it.

He had no strength left, so he let the doctor disinfect the wound, examine the bruises, and lay on the floor and fell asleep.

The doctor looked at the mentally depressed Zhong Lao, he shook his head with a sigh, and then looked around cautiously, he secretly took out a bottle of transparent potion from his pocket.

This is a small bottle of anesthetic, which he ordered out in the pharmacy, and the anesthetic is a rare drug, and Wan Changqing does not allow others to use it by the way.

But when the doctor saw that Zhong Lao was in such pain, he would steal a small bottle every time, and when Zhong Lao passed out, he would give Zhong Lao some to let him sleep better.

He could only do this, because his authority was limited after all, and even if he stole these anesthetics, he was taking a big risk.

The doctor injected a small amount of anesthetic into Zhong Lao, Zhong Lao's painful and tightly knit brows were soothed, and after hearing Zhong Lao's heavy breathing, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, every time he took such a big risk, he just wanted Zhong Lao to sleep better, so that it would help his injury.

On the other side, the people from the pharmacy found Wan Changqing this time, one of them was a middle-aged woman who was a little too obese, she came to Wan Changqing panting, she reported breathlessly: "Report to Leader Wan, the pharmacy has lost 100 ml of anesthetic this time, according to statistics, 800 ml of anesthetic has been missing in a row this month, and there are only two liters of anesthetic left in the inventory......"

Wan Changqing frowned, this was not the first time he had received the news that the anesthetic was missing, at first he thought it was just that the anesthetic had volatilized.

After all, the container containing the anesthetic is relatively simple, so it is normal for the anesthetic to volatilize, but 800 ml of anesthetic is volatilized in a month? That's a bit unbelievable!

It's not someone who is guarding and stealing!

The obese middle-aged woman was also afraid that one day she would find out about herself, so she would carefully report the missing things to Wan Changqing in time every time, after all, anesthetics are used with something less.

"Have you seen the surveillance?" Wan Changqing glanced at the fat middle-aged woman and asked.

"Report to the Chief, Monitor ......" The obese middle-aged woman was stumbling, as if there was something she couldn't say.

Wan Changqing grimaced and reprimanded: "If you have something to say, say it quickly!" Don't waste my time!? ”

The obese middle-aged woman suddenly became excited, as if she was frightened by Wan Changqing's roar, she found a response: "See, the person who stole the anesthetic in the surveillance is Dr. Xu!" ”

"Is that him?" Wan Changqing was a little surprised, but he was quickly relieved, his expression was not very good.

Since it was Dr. Xu who stole the anesthetic, he knew what was the use of the other party asking for so many anesthetics.

"Humph! There is a phenomenon of rats stealing oil under my hands! Wan Changqing snorted coldly, shook his hand, and motioned for the fat middle-aged woman to leave.

The obese middle-aged woman stepped away with heavy steps.

Wan Changqing pulled his face, beckoned his hand, called a soldier commander, and ordered: "Go to the dungeon, cut off one of Dr. Xu's hands, and then bring me over!" In addition, the warehouse was notified that Dr. Xu's family received half of the amount of food they received! ”

The soldier commander who was named didn't dare to ask more, so he immediately took the task and retreated.

He wanted to ask Wan Changqing whether to cut off the other party's left hand or right hand!

However, he is a person with vision, seeing that Wan Changqing is angry, he doesn't want to contradict the other party, as for the left hand or the right hand, cut it, and then cut the other one.