The matter was urgent, and Ye Zhiqing's medical skills were really good, so Zhou Hong dragged Ye Zhiqing to the prison cell of the envoy Yamen in the middle of the night. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Ye Zhiqing had never been to his office, and he would have thought that the first time he entered the yamen of the embassy, he would go to such a pickled place.

The guard carried a bunch of keys to lead them inside in the middle of the night, and the smell of dampness and dirt was all over the nose, and the long corridor was lit with dim lights, illuminating the ghost shadows in front of them, Ye Zhiqing couldn't help but rub towards Zhou Hong's side.

It's true that she used to be an atheist too, but even the time travel happened to her, and it wasn't so hard to accept that there were other strange things. Zhou Hong is a military general, with a bad spirit, and he can suppress all the ghosts and ghosts.

Zhou Hong seemed to sense her uneasiness, and deliberately slowed down his pace, and several people went to the depths of the cell.

Ye Zhiqing had already instructed Su Ming to get up and boil the detoxified mung bean soup before he came, in order to be sent to the cell as soon as possible, Zhou Hong even left Zhou Hao behind, and Gong Jiang was poisoned.

Gong Jiang has been living in a cell for many days, and he has not been severely tortured recently, and the wounds on his body are gradually healing.

If someone doesn't want him to die, maybe someone else wants him dead.

He has been in and out of the wind and waves for most of his life, and he has experienced too many adventures to count, and many times he has relied not on resourcefulness, nor on judging the situation one step ahead, but on his mysterious intuition.

When the food delivery person came in at night, and when he put food in his cell, he looked up at him more, and he still had a random thought in his heart at that time: Why do you look a little strange at this food delivery person?

After entering the cell of the envoy's yamen, in only six or seven days, he recognized the faces of the food deliverers on duty in the cell.

Gong Jiang didn't think much about it at the time, picked up the coarse porcelain bowl, took a bite of coarse chestnut rice, felt that his throat was pulled, and drank another sip of green vegetable soup, there were a few wilted green vegetable leaves floating on the turbid soup noodles, and he always felt that the taste was a little strange after entering the mouth.

Of course, the glutinous rice and swill in the cell are normal, and sometimes I don't know if it's been left for a long time or what's going on, it's obviously sour or for the prisoner to eat, and even the food of the puppy raised by the concubine in his yard can't be compared, which is really inferior to pigs and dogs.

After he swallowed that mouthful of vegetable soup, for some reason, the rough handyman who had just delivered the meal suddenly appeared in his mind.

Gong Jiang was able to sit in today's position in the Yan Gang, not to mention being ruthless, he also climbed up by stepping on other people's bones, and it was also his forte to observe his face and look at his face in the early years. There was nothing strange about the rough handyman, but look at him...... It's like looking at a dead person, and this look can't be wrong at all.

His heart was beating sharply, and he extremely regretted that he had just taken a sip of soup, and suspected that he was being locked up in a dark cell and was suspicious, but he was afraid that he was thinking too much, but subconsciously put the bowl under his nose and sniffed it carefully, smelling the usual smell of rancid water, and he didn't know how long it had been in the kitchen, and he couldn't smell the smell next to it, it seemed to ...... Everything is normal.

For the sake of prudence, he put aside all the rice and soup, and sat against the wall with his knees hugging his knees, but after a quarter of an hour, his abdomen was like a roar, and he suddenly secretly said that it was not good, and it was too late to pick his throat and induce vomiting.

The guards in the cell were shocked when they found him rolling on the ground, now he is an important criminal, and he was registered with Lord Zhou, the salt envoy, how could he be allowed to die? Hurriedly reported to Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao had already stopped, was stunned, and rushed out to find Zhou Hong.

After Ye Zhiqing came, Gong Jiang's cell was already full of filth, although he only ate a mouthful of rice and drank a mouthful of vegetable soup, he had already vomited and pulled, and the environment in the cell was ten times worse than that of a road.

Zhou Hong couldn't wait to pull her in, for fear that Gong Jiang would hurt people, and because his body was too dirty, there was no need to mention the pants, and the front of the prison uniform was full of vomit, and smelling that smell could smoke people to death.

Ye Zhiqing calmly took out a handkerchief, covered her mouth and nose, and urged Zhou Hong to let people open the prison door: "It's better to send two people to press him, I have a good pulse, and I don't know if he has abdominal pain or something else now...... "It was purely a calm look of a professional."

Zhou Hong's favorite thing is her calm appearance, when she was in the Japanese camp, she cut people's arms and sawed people's legs every day, and her flesh was blurred everywhere, even the big men couldn't help but change color when they saw it, but she was at ease.

"Then I'll go in with you!"

Zhou Hong really didn't worry about Gong Jiang, the former leader of the Salt Gang was from a bitter background, in case he just pretended to be sick, but in fact, when Ye Zhiqing went in, he broke out and hurt people, it would not be good.

The jailer opened the door of the cell with the key, and shrunk his neck to retreat, for fear of being named by Lord Zhou, and threw it in and pressed Gong Jiang, and then was splashed with feces and vomit, then