Chapter 1830 What are you kidding me to do with the rat?
Zhao Kun chuckled sinisterly and approached Cheng Sanlang.
"Look at you like that. His Majesty asked you to treat Duke Lu, so he just found such a reasonable excuse."
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and pack up your tools for treating diseases and saving lives, and follow me to jail."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi felt extremely evil and always felt that Uncle Li did this on purpose.
Thinking of this, Cheng Chubi felt that it would be better for everyone to enjoy themselves and die together than to enjoy themselves alone.
It's not difficult for me to be alone and cold, squatting with the Duke of Lu who has a death wish. Apart from treating his illness, he just stares at him, right?
"No, no, no, Uncle Zhao, please wait a moment. My nephew, I have to think carefully about, well, the idea of treating Duke Lu."
Why should I go to jail alone? No, I really should be put in jail alone for something as big as stealing the bamboo from the palace.
In the future, he will definitely become the object of ridicule by rough old men.
After thinking about this, Cheng Sanlang finally made up his mind to lure people into the water, and whispered into Zhao Kun's ear.
"Uncle Zhao, it's not enough for me to go in alone, I need a few helpers."
"Helpers? Is it possible? How many of them are there?" Zhao Kun tilted his lips towards Deng Chengxin, Cheng Guang and Cheng Liang who were not far away.
Cheng Chubi shook his head rapidly. "Of course it's not them, but some important characters."
"For example, His Highness King Wu, as well as Li Zhen, Li Qi and others, it doesn't matter if there are a few more, but at least three are required."
Zhao Kun looked at the plausive Cheng Sanlang and always felt that this guy was scheming.
But the problem is that he has no say in treating diseases and saving lives. Now that he has said so, what else can he do?
"Okay, then you come with me first. You go in first. I will report to Your Majesty later and then send in the manpower you need."
"Uncle Zhao, there is no rush. At this moment, I think it would be more appropriate for me to go in with the brothers."
"..."
Looking at Cheng Sanlang who was sitting opposite and speaking plausibly, Li Shimin felt helpless, but what this guy said was not unreasonable.
Come on, because of Xue Wanjunqing's illness, I'm afraid I have to let this kid go.
"Since you think it is necessary, let's do this, Zhao Kun, you take him to find the people he is looking for, um, send them all to prison as soon as possible."
"As for King Wu, I can just send him in directly. Nephew Chu Bi doesn't have to leave the city."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi almost burst into laughter. He didn't know how King Wu could offend his own father like this.
But no matter what, with this excellent royal tool maker and card player here, I believe that the days in prison will not be lonely.
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Xue Wanjun is lying in prison. As he has not eaten a grain of rice these days, his body is getting weaker and weaker.
Moreover, even the whole person's thinking seemed to have stagnated. Every day, except for occasionally opening his eyes to look at the sunlight coming through the prison window, he would lie on the bed with a heartbroken soul.
At this time, Xue Wanjun heard the sound of the heavy prison door. Could it be that the third brother came over again?
This thought flashed through his mind, and he heard a burst of laughter.
"???" It's definitely not the third brother Xue Wanche, but why do these voices sound familiar to me?
"Oh, isn't this Uncle Xue? He's so thin that he looks like this?"
"Wow...Second Uncle Xue, Second Uncle Xue, how are you? My nephew is calling you. Can you express your gratitude?"
"Who are you doing? Why don't you quickly open the cell door? We want to go in and visit Duke Lu first."
Noisy shouts came one after another, making Xue Wanjun, who was quietly waiting for death, frown unhappy.
I have already heard it, it must be Cheng Sanlang and his gang of friends.
But why do they appear here?
Xue Wanjun reluctantly opened his eyes and saw several juniors standing next to his bed.
Cheng Sanlang, King Wu Li Ke, as well as Li Zhen and Li Qi.
"..." Xue Wanjun saw the four young people's eyes widening and looking at him curiously, feeling increasingly unhappy in his heart.
But my body was so weak that I couldn't even make a sound of yelling. I could only close my eyes and say, "What are you doing?"
"???" But just as he closed his eyes, he felt fingers unreasonably opening his eyelids.
Some people waved fire folders in front of their eyes.
Cheng Chubi carefully inspected Xue Wanjun, who was already hungry and without any strength, with a serious expression.
It was finally determined that although he was in a state of dehydration and malnutrition, the degree was quite serious.
Look, I rolled his eyelids, but he didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes at me.
"How is it, brother Chu Bi, how is Duke Lu's situation?"
"His physical condition is not very good. Looking at his condition now, he probably doesn't even have the strength to eat."
"That prison guard, what are you doing in a daze? Could you please go out and find my followers and ask them to bring me my treatment box."
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Cheng Chubi quickly hung the set of infusion equipment in Xue Wanjun's cell, then picked up the needle and inserted it into Xue Wanjun's arm.
In a short time, the liquid in the hanging Western Region glass bottle began to slowly pour into Xue Wanjun's arm.
"Brother Chu Bi, what did you send to Lu Guogong?"
"This is glucose and saline to replenish Mr. Lu's body fluids and energy."
The so-called glucose is, of course, real glucose. Cheng Sanlang made this thing using the most primitive glucose production process.
This is the physical method used by the inventor of glucose, which is to moisten raisins with a small amount of water to soften them.
The squeezed juice is then pressed, purified and concentrated to obtain a sugar.
After all, Cheng Sanlang only gave glucose to patients in later generations, but never white sugar.
But he didn't know the modern way of making glucose, but that didn't stop him from knowing how the original glucose was made.
As the liquid flowed in, Xue Wanjun gradually felt that he not only had the strength to continue opening his eyes.
He still has the power to move his fingers, but other than that, he can no longer control any part of his body.
At this moment, the energetic sound of playing cards sounded in the prison.
Li Ke, Li Zhen and Li Qi started playing cards, while Cheng Chubi also needed to monitor Xue Wanjun's physical signs.
After the first bottle of almost 500 ml of liquid was injected into Xue Wanjun's body.
Cheng Sanlang used the blood pressure monitor again, and Xue Wanjun's blood pressure finally left the dangerous value.
At this time, Cheng Chubi watched Xue Wanjun open his eyes and stare at him...
That look in his eyes seemed to say, what do you want from me, you little bastard who is meddling in other people's business?