The medicine given to the assassins was different from the medicine given to the guards. It could only relieve their vomiting symptoms, but they were still weak.
But Daji was very cautious and tied everyone up with ropes.
The assassins were lying on their sides on the ground. When they saw Zhou Man coming to chat with them again, they couldn't help but groan and said with a look of pain on their faces: "It hurts, it hurts. Sir, my hand hurts too much. Can you loosen it for me?"
Untie it?"
The person lying next to him immediately said: "Yes, it hurts me too. Sir, can you see if my hand is going to be broken?"
Zhou Man did not look at their hands, but said with a sympathetic face: "If the hands are tied too tightly, they will easily become necrotic. Hands, feet, etc. are the same as human internal organs. They need blood circulation to maintain activity. You see
Human flesh that has lost its blood and is useless is pale and colorless. Even if such flesh is reattached, it will not survive. Instead, it will rot and wear down the skin in contact with it."
"The same goes for the hands. If they are tied too tightly, the blood will not reach the wrists and palms. Over time, the wrists and palms will sting first, and then slowly lose consciousness. When you can no longer feel the presence of the wrists, the hands will
It’s going bad.”
The more Zhou Man talked, the more excited he became. He squatted up a little more, and the more he talked, "Except for the hands, the same applies to other parts of the body. For example, if you maintain a posture for a long time, your muscles will be injured and your blood circulation will be biased.
You won't feel it at first, but when you return to their original posture, you will find tingling and numbness. Maybe you will feel better if you move it, but the damage that has been caused cannot be recovered naturally. It will always exist, although you feel
Less than…”
The assassins lay flat on the ground, looking up at the stars with expressionless faces, not caring at all about the pressure on their arms. At this time, they just wanted Zhou Man to shut his mouth.
Zhou Man finally finished the popular science, and then looked at their posture with regret, "If you lie like this, it won't take long. In another two-quarters of an hour, you will feel the numbness and tingling in the arms below the shoulders. This is fine, as long as
In one night, you will not only lose your wrist and palm, but also your entire arm, which saves more fabric."
The assassins were startled, and they felt the numbness in their arms. They tried to lie down on their sides, but because their hands and legs were tied and their bodies were weak, they flopped several times before turning over.
Zhou Man had been sitting aside and watching with his chin propped up, with a look of relish on his face.
An assassin couldn't help but be angry, "Aren't you an imperial physician or a doctor? They say doctors are benevolent, how come you don't have any kindness at all?"
Zhou Man clicked his tongue and said, "You are not patients, you are my assassins. How stupid must I be to risk my own life to help you?"
"But..." Zhou Man tilted his head and said, "Actually, it's not impossible. If you turn to us and become my people, I can be a doctor or an imperial doctor and treat you with all my heart."
None of the assassins spoke.
Zhou Man felt a little tired sitting like this, so he changed his position, put his feet forward, pushed his hands back, crossed his legs, and asked swayingly: "What are you afraid of? I've caught you all."
, what else can they do to you?"
"It's different for me. Now your life or death depends on me. If you don't tell me, I can still discuss it with you in a good voice. When I return to Beihai County, I will use all the eighteen sets of punishments. Tsk tsk tsk..."
The assassins were prepared to die in battle before they came. In fact, they were not that afraid of death, but they were very afraid of this kind of torture.
The assassins looked remorseful. They had known that they should not have stayed to detoxify in the afternoon. They would have run out even if they tried their best. It is better to be poisoned than to be tortured to death, right?
I also regret that they drank the medicine just now. They should have rather died than let go and poisoned themselves alive.
Zhou Man saw through their plan at a glance, sighed, shook his head and said: "You guys, you think too simply. To be honest, I am a good person, and all the people I have met before are good people, so I have never used these poisons."
"You are the first bad guys I met and the first people who tried my poison. If you don't say anything, you have been subjected to eighteen sets of severe punishments. If you still don't say anything, then you are being arrogant!"
Zhou Man said enthusiastically: "Of course a person with such a strong will will make the best use of his resources."
There was a faint light in the eyes of the assassins, and they looked at Zhou Man with some hope.
Zhou Man said excitedly: "It just so happens that there are a lot of medicines at my place that no one has tried. Alas, I am a good doctor and a good imperial doctor. I cannot allow patients to test medicines. The death row prisoners in Beihai County have to be sent to the prefectural city for review.
, every time I test medicine, I have to send it back to the capital to find the prisoners who have been sentenced to death by the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple. It would be great to have you, I can try many medicines..."
The assassins stiffened and were stunned.
Seeing how hopeless they were, Zhou Man was so busy that he said, "Don't worry, if you try poison, I will prepare an antidote for you. After all, you have to try the antidote to see if it works, but there are areas that need improvement."
Some poisons will rot the flesh, making the whole body feel like you have leprosy, but you don’t have to worry too much, I am also famous for my medical skills, and my skills in carving out flesh are very good..."
The assassins' faces turned even paler.
Zheng Gu happened to hear this paragraph when he came over for dinner. He looked helpless, shook his head, stepped forward and said, "Master, let's eat."
Next time, let the master bring the Western cake or Jiulan. Otherwise, what if he can't control the expression on his face after hearing these words and let the enemies see the flaw?
Zhou Man sat down hurriedly, put the tray on his knees, and took a sip of soup in front of a group of hungry assassins. Then he picked up a bun with chopsticks and ate it.
A lot of water was used for the medicine, so now I can’t even wash my hands, ugh~”
Unfortunately, the assassins were all facing her and couldn't help but swallow when they saw her eating.
"Want to eat?" Zhou Man asked them holding the buns between his hands.
Although they thought she would not give it, the assassins still nodded and looked at her expectantly.
"It's a pity that there aren't many of us. After all, no one expected to encounter assassins on the road, so we only brought our share of dry rations. You have already taken our share of water, but we can't let you take advantage of our rations."
An assassin said: "Sir, if we don't want steamed buns, can we just drink water?"
"No!" Zhou Man said with a serious face: "The water is still reserved for you to make medicine. It is for life-saving purposes. How can you use it to drink?"
Assassins:...Water can also save lives.
Originally, they were not thirsty, but Zhou Man was drinking soup in front of them, and the assassins felt hungry and thirsty. Seeing her indifference, they felt angry in their hearts. Sure enough, officials are not good people, look at this stone-hearted person.
But Zhou Man was still talking to them, "Do you Jiangnan people also like to eat steamed buns?"