The two brocade guards who were carrying the condemned prisoner nodded, and together they escorted the condemned prisoner to the stool, put it on the stool, and began to tie it up.

Because Jin Yiwei let go of covering the mouth of the condemned prisoner, the condemned prisoner cursed again, and all kinds of foul language came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lan Bin looked at Mao Xiang's face becoming more and more ugly, and then looked at the condemned prisoner, pretending not to see or hear.

When the condemned prisoner was secured, he asked Thursday to bring him to open the package, take out a delicate, sharp knife, take the knife and light the oil lamp, turn the knife over and over on the fire, and say, "Thursday, I'll give you a demonstration first, and then you can come back later!"

"Yes, young master!" Thursday didn't know why, but nodded anyway.

Mao Xiang and Jiang Zhen looked at Lan Bin's strange actions, they were curious, and they didn't care about the curses of the condemned prisoners, so they took two steps forward and surrounded Lan Bin and the others slightly.

Lan Bin roasted the knife almost to it, came to the death row prisoner with the knife, and looked at the blood stains on the death row prisoner's clothes, both fresh blood and dry dark blood.

stepped forward and lifted the clothes of the condemned prisoner, and looked at the death row prisoner's body, with pus-filled whip marks, burn marks and other marks, and holding a knife to release pus and blood from his wounds.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

When the condemned prisoner saw the knife in Lan Bin's hand, fear appeared on his face, and he struggled fiercely, even if he was tied, he shook with a stool and made a squeaky sound.

Lan Bin frowned slightly: "Don't move, I'm going to put pus and blood on your wound..."

Putting pus and blood on the wound?

Bleeding a wound?

The condemned prisoner was stunned for a moment, and suddenly struggled more violently: "Boy, you are so young, why are you so vicious?"

"Hold him down!" Lan Bin tugged at the corners of his mouth, too lazy to explain, and couldn't explain clearly, so he commanded directly.

The Jinyi guards on both sides of the death row man nodded and pressed the death row prisoner according to Lan Bin's instructions.

In an instant, the struggle of the condemned prisoner was smaller.

Lan Bin was holding a knife, and he stepped forward to puncture the purulent wounds on the body of the condemned prisoner, when his hand suddenly paused, and suddenly said, "Don't move, it's the first time I've done it." If I scratch you, don't blame me!"

The sound fell, and he took a knife extremely seriously to poke the abscess on the wounds of the condemned prisoner, and the carrion on the periphery of the abscess was cut off.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I move, I move."

The condemned prisoner struggled twice, did not struggle, raised his head slightly and looked at his chest, only to see Lan Bin holding a knife to cut flesh on his body, frightened and wailing.

The two Jinyi guards who were holding the condemned prisoner were overjoyed, and hurriedly raised their heads and said, "My lord, he recruited, he recruited!"

"Great, take a pen and paper and sign for him!" Mao Xiang just smiled and ordered, remembering that this was all Lan Bin's credit, and thanked: "Lan Baihu, thank you so much..."

Lan Bin was unmoved by foreign objects, and still carefully cut the carrion from the wound of the condemned prisoner: "Thank me for what?"

"Of course, thank you for letting him recruit!"

Mao Xiang said excitedly: "This bastard, he has suffered so much, and he refuses to recruit him. Or Lan Baihu, you have a way..."

"If he can't recruit him, what does it have to do with me? I'm just helping him cut the carrion and release the pus and blood so that he can be drugged!"

Lan Bin was also speechless for a while, this death row prisoner had so many and all kinds of scars on his body, and he had obviously suffered a lot of torture.

So much torture has been carried over, and I helped him cut some carrion to facilitate the medicine.

He actually recruited?

What the hell is this....

Mao Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Lan Bin didn't seem to be here to help him try the death row prisoner, but to use the death row prisoner to test the medicine.

This... It's a little embarrassing.

couldn't help coughing dryly: "Lan Baihu, do you want to postpone the drug test and let him sign first?"

"This... All right! Hurry up, don't take too long. I'd like to give more medicine to the prisoners today!" Lan Bin hesitated for a moment, then decided to push the boat down the river and sell Mao Xiang

Gift.

After all, Mao Xiang can still be in the position of the commander of Jinyi Wei for three or five years.

There will be a time when he will be used in the future.

Use a small thing to exchange him for a favor, and he will not lose.

"Thank you Lan Baihu!"

Mao Xiang was overjoyed, thanked him, and hurriedly asked the two brocade guards who were holding the death row prisoner to take a pen and paper to sign and draw the death row prisoner.

Why did Lan Bin avoid suspicion, and left the interrogation room on Thursday, and waited for Mao Xiang and the others to finish their work, before entering the interrogation room again, and after roasting and disinfecting the knife on the fire again, he came to the death row prisoner again, lifted his clothes, and continued to use the knife on him, cutting the wound and rotting flesh, and draining pus and blood.

After signing and drawing, the condemned prisoner who was waiting to be sent back to his cell saw Lan Bin using the knife on him again, and his eyes widened: "You... Why are you here again? I've already signed the pledge, so why torture me?"

"Why can't you give me a pleasure and humiliate me like this?"

"Actually..."

Lan Bin cut the carrion with a knife, looked at the death row prisoner, and said seriously: "I'm cleaning up the carrion from your wound, pus and blood, so that it is convenient to use medicine!"

"With... Medication? What kind of medicine do you use?" The condemned prisoner suddenly had a bad feeling.

Lan Bin nodded: "Medicine to cure your injuries!"

Just because he drugged me, I did it all?

The condemned prisoner was stunned for a moment, thinking of the confession just now, signing and drawing, and struggling even more violently: "Little thief, you lied to me!"

"It's you who confessed, what do you have to do with me!" Lan Bin asked Jinyiwei to hold the condemned prisoner, continued to cut the carrion on his body, and after releasing pus and blood, he took out the medicine from his long sleeve and wiped it on his wound.

Because the death row prisoner has many wounds on his body, Lan Bin can only clean them one by one and apply medicine.

And the condemned prisoner struggled hard at first, but in the back, he seemed to accept his fate, as if he was dead, spread out on the stool, and let Lan Bin do it.

The cooperation of the condemned prisoner allowed Lan Bin to speed up the processing and the speed of medicine.

After a while, Lan Bin finished treating the last wound on the condemned prisoner's body, asked Jin Yiwei to bring a handkerchief and wipe his hands, and ordered: "Find him a clean cell, he can't get wet, I will observe for a day or two!"

"Do what Lan Baihu wants!" Jin Yiwei didn't move, but looked at Mao Xiang, who said without hesitation.

Only then did the two brocade guards say, "Yes, Lord Baihu!"

As he spoke, he loosened the ties on the death row prisoner and prepared to take the death row prisoner to a new cell.

Lan Bin continued, "After sending him back, bring me another condemned prisoner!"

"Yes, Hyaknohe-sama!"

The two brocade guards untied the ropes tied to the condemned prisoner and escorted him away.

When the condemned prisoner passed by Lan Bin, he suddenly said fiercely, "Little thief, I remember you. I won't let you go!"

Lan Bin was a little confused, neurotic, right? What did I do? Is it wrong for me to treat your wounds?