"When the trial was held, the prosecutor read the indictment for nearly an hour. The prosecution opinions of your Public Security Bureau were probably dozens of pages, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one

Hao Yingliang picked up the lighter and lit the second cigarette.

Han Bo didn't know what he wanted to express, stared at his still clear eyes and remained silent.

"At that time, I really suspected that I was mentally ill and schizophrenia. The one who used all means to make money was 'bad Yingliang'. When I saw the old lady crossing the street and trying to go up and help her, the one who saw the homeless man was hungry and stuffed with hundreds of dollars was 'good Yingliang'. It was all here. They shared one body, and the other fell asleep when one came out."

Hao Yingliang pointed at his forehead exaggeratedly and suddenly smiled evilly: "I am not defending myself. If I want to escape legal sanctions, I have already proposed to do a mental appraisal. Of course, it is useless to do an appraisal. How could I be schizophrenia? How could I be crazy?"

How could you say these crazy words if you are not crazy!

The more Han Bo thought about it, the more something was wrong. As he was thinking about what these words meant, Hao Yingliang asked lightly: "Director Han, you rack your brains and try your best to collect so much evidence under pressure. He worked hard to get to the Himalayas and arrested me and sent me to court. As a result, I was still sitting here bragging to you and was not shot. Are you very disappointed?"

"Frankly speaking, I am indeed a little disappointed that the 'Bad Yingliang' was not executed. 'Bad Yingliang' should be glad that the reason why he was able to survive can be said to be that 'Bad Yingliang' saved him."

A pun, this is what I know about Han Bo.

Hao Yingliang smiled and asked with a smile: "Mr. Han, would you be even more disappointed if 'bad Yingliang' and 'good Yingliang' come out here to breathe the free air in the near future?"

He was not talking crazy, he turned out to be ambushed here.

A serious prisoner sentenced to death suspended wanted to step out of the high wall of the power grid, which was a joke to others.

However, Han Bo is not someone else and knows the person in front of him very well. Since he can say this, he is at least 70% to 80% sure.

If he guessed correctly, he always yelled to see him when he was in the detention center, just to show his trump card as a "winner" attitude, to prove that he did not lose, at least he did not lose, and to find a sense of accomplishment in himself.

"Hao Yingliang, stop dreaming!" Jiang Xueren disliked such arrogant prisoners the most and patted the table: "In the near future, what does it mean, twenty years, or fifteen years? If you want to go out early, you must correct your attitude, reflect seriously, accept transformation, and strive for meritorious service and reduce sentences!"

"Deputy Director Jiang, twenty years are too long, fifteen years are too long, I have to seize the day."

The "protective umbrella" has been knocked out. Even if there is a fish that escapes the net, who dares to interfere in the judiciary in this limelight, who dares to risk the world's ruthlessness to say hello to the Prison Administration Bureau and ask the prison department to release people.

He is extremely cautious. The risk of escape from prison is too high, and he may be shot dead on the spot, so it is also unlikely to escape from prison. It is possible to reduce his sentence by meritorious service, but there are relevant regulations on how many years of sentence you can get rid of. It is tantamount to "seize the day" to "sight the day" with this.

Schizophrenia, psychosis.

Han Bo pondered for a moment, suddenly reacted, stared at him and asked, "What kind of disease is Du Qian, should I know, she returned to China last year because of your illness?"

It is embarrassing to think about it, but as long as you can go out, it is a victory.

Hao Yingliang really wanted to see his opponent disappointed and said calmly: "Squamous cell carcinoma, a relatively rare cancer. It has been common for tooth pain since the Spring Festival in 2003. For me, who grew up in the countryside, toothache is nothing. I took painkillers every time to relieve pain. Later, my teeth suddenly swollen and my whole face became stiff, and I had to go to the hospital.

The Municipal People's Hospital did not get a test, and I didn't care. After a few days of fluid, I took some medicine, I was discharged from the hospital and went to Hong Kong to drink Sicheng's son's full moon wine. I relapsed in Hong Kong and the pain was very severe. I went to Mary Hospital for a comprehensive examination and was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma of the mandible. The doctor said that if the treatment was not done in time, the cancer cells would spread to the brain and respiratory tract, but if I could receive scientific treatment, there would be hope for healing."

Suffering from cancer is life-threatening and is a rare cancer, and meets the conditions for medical parole!

Jiang Xueren couldn't believe it was true, and had never heard of squamous cell carcinoma. He asked directly: "Toothache, oral disease, is it oral cancer?"

He didn't understand, Han Bo understood, and suddenly snatched the cigarette that Hao Yingliang had sent to his mouth, and asked coldly: "Do you know the discipline police? Do you know the prison leader?"

"Getting cancer is not a glorious thing. So far, only Du Qian and you two know. You are not afraid of the jokes. It is better to live without dying. If you delay the cancer bubbles and you will really spread. If you don't come to Director Han, I plan to tell the supervisor in a few days that Du Qian and the lawyer I hired will also apply to the prison."

"You've been waiting for me?"

"I don't have many friends, so of course I have to tell you about such a big deal first."

"You don't want to die! I want to see my jokes, I want to see the expression after a simplified life, I want to find that ridiculous sense of accomplishment in me is more important than my own life?"

"It's ridiculous to think about it, you're not disappointed at all." Hao Yingliang agreed and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Director Han, what kind of cancer is squamous cell carcinoma?" Jiang Xueren was completely confused when he found out the result of this.

"It is easy for laymen to regard malignant tumors occurring in a certain part as a single disease, but in fact it is not the case. Because there are many different types of cells in a certain organ or part of the body, the 'cancer' they form after malignancy is different. The degree of malignancy, different treatment methods, and different outcomes."

Han Bo pushed Hao Yingliang's hand away, which wanted to hold a cigarette, and then said, "He is not a toothache, but actually a sore throat, a malignant tumor in the throat, and a cancer of squamous epithelium. Logically speaking, he should not have this disease at his age, which may have a lot to do with long-term smoking and drinking."

"The doctor said so too." Hao Yingliang nodded, as if he was talking about someone who was not related to him.

"It's okay to be detained in the detention center for so long, and I'm still alive. This disease is not that serious, right?" Jiang Xueren stared at Hao Yingliang, as if he wanted to find signs of pretending to be sick from him.

The three students who took the postgraduate entrance examination together were taught at the University of Hong Kong and engaged in genetic research, and the other was engaged in clinical medicine. Only by themselves did not develop in scientific research, not doing scientific research or medicine does not mean that they did not understand at all.

Han Bo patiently explained: "Assessing the degree of malignancy of a cancer, one must consider its histopathological origin, that is, histopathological type. After the histopathological type of a tumor is clear, if the patient's survival is to be predicted, it depends on stage. The tumor stage is determined based on its spread. The larger the spread range, the later the stage and the shorter the survival period.

He was able to persist until today, which means that he was unfortunate and lucky. The spreading range of the fine cancer bubbles was not large. He might have received treatment before entering the detention center. He was temporarily controlled, at least the spreading speed and range were controlled. He could not smoke, drink, or chew betel nuts. Otherwise, it would be no different from suicide."

"Actually, I haven't had a long time to draw. I want to thank you. I used to know that I couldn't draw, but I couldn't quit it. I always thought that I'd have been able to live a few days, so it's better to suck it up instead of holding it up and feeling uncomfortable. You were sent to the detention center and came here again after the sentence was announced. I didn't have to quit it even if I wanted to."

"Then you were smoking just now?"

"I can't help it."

The condition directly determines whether he can take medical parole. Jiang Xueren couldn't help asking: "Director Han, how high is the chance of survival of this disease?"

"I am not a tumor expert, so I don't understand it very much, but I think it is still possible to treat it well and have a 5-year survival rate of 50%-60%.

5-year survival rate, not cure rate.

There is nothing to be afraid of when a dying person is at stake. No wonder he is so calm when he is arrested, no wonder he is so pleaded guilty after being arrested.

When encountering such a thing or a madman like this, Jiang Xueren was completely speechless.

Hao Yingliang was very energetic, playing with the lighter, and said slowly: "The reason why Director Han has never said it is not entirely for you. My case is so big, and the court will not be able to make peace every day. Instead of trying to make trouble, it is better to wait for the court to announce the verdict."

"If it's not a reprieve of death, what should I do immediately?"

"Execution is not a bad thing, at least it's not that painful to die. Going out to treat is a treatment. In your opinion, I, Hao Yingliang, escaped legal sanctions. It's a torment for me, not only physically but also psychologically."

Others won't believe this, but Han Boxin.

Du Qian had such a deep relationship with him that she would never allow him to give up treatment. Not only would she not allow him to give up treatment, but she would even want to marry him.

The greatest pain in life is separation from life and death. He cannot let the person he loves deeply. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he must live strongly. The possibility of this disease being completely cured and the possibility of complete recovery is slim, which means that Du Qian, who is already very painful, will be even more painful.

Han Bo sighed and stood up and said, "You want to see me. Now that I see you, don't delay it. Du Qian is not easy, cherish it."

"I will."

"I'm going to have a far-reaching trip next time. I can't come back in two or three years. I probably won't be too idle after I come back. This may be our last meeting. If you have any words, please say it quickly and don't regret it when I leave."

When he knew that he had cancer, his attitude was completely different from that of Jiang Xueren, especially when he snatched the cigarette, Hao Yingliang was really moved. He hesitated for a moment and asked embarrassedly: "Director Han, I just want to know if we would become true friends if we hadn't had the past."

"Won't."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!