In early spring, although it was still a bit cold, in the black prison cell, on the contrary, it was warmer than outside.
But the cave still seemed lifeless and overweight...
Liu Shiba lazily leaned against the wall of the prison cell, with his eyes slightly closed, listening to a few old guys bragging about their past "glorious" deeds.
During this period of time, Liu Shiba also learned a lot of new things. Some of the methods were low-level, but it must be said that they were absolutely practical.
Sometimes, Liu Shiba even has a bit of a bad taste. What would be the effect if his Liu family's tomb robbing skills were combined with the expertise of these people?
One person is always small, only a professional team is strong!
It is a pity that these old people are too old. The youngest ones are Lu Xiaolin and Wu Shixun, but they are also in their fifties.
This month, Liu Shiba’s biggest gain is that he understands one thing:
"Some of the work these people did was very clean, but in the end something went wrong and they ended up selling the stolen goods or being betrayed by their accomplices."
This proves that people in the world are unpredictable, and everyone is not as simple as they seem on the surface. There are people in the world who are loyal enough to be friends, but there are definitely not many...
"Second Master, Second Master, what's wrong with you?"
When Liu Shiba was thinking wildly, an exclamation came from the cell!
Several people from the wind farm quickly rushed into the cell and stared blankly at Masao Kisugi, who was lying on the floor, turning purple and out of breath.
Liu Shiba's expression changed, he looked at the anxious Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian, and said curiously:
"What's wrong, third brother, what's wrong with second master?"
Tian Mingjian's eyes widened and he held it in for a long time, holding back three words:
"have no idea!"
Wu Shixun looked back at Liu Shiba and said with a gloomy expression:
"The old man caught a cold last night, and his old asthma problem has come back. Now is the time to discipline the soldiers to eat, and I can't find anyone."
"Is there any medicine?"
Liu Shiba blinked and said in confusion.
"Drugs are not allowed in the black prison, so..."
Wu Shixun's face was ashen, he stood up and rushed to the iron gate and roared:
"Report to Supervisor Luo that someone is sick and is about to die..."
The entire Prison No. 3 was quickly silenced by Wu Shixun's roar.
All the cells in Prison No. 3 were silent in tacit agreement at this time. In the entire prison corridor, except for Wu Shixun's roar echoing, no other sound could be heard...
After a while, several people in cells 301 and 302 closest to the office also shouted:
"Report from Prison No. 3, someone in 305 is going to die!"
Liu Shiba couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart at the roars from the cells in front of him, and thought:
These people are not numb to the end. In the face of the same precious life, even the heinous people will lend a helping hand.
The shouting lasted for about three to five minutes. Masao Kisugi's complexion gradually became ugly, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to inhale, but it still didn't help.
At this time, Guard Luo ran quickly from outside the prison, his eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a piece of rice hanging from the corner of his mouth, obviously he was eating.
"What's going on?"
Luo Zhan couldn't help but change his expression when he looked at Masao Kisugi lying on the floor.
These people are all old and strong treasures. If they die in the prison cell, he will bear a lot of responsibility.
At the very least, he will be deducted a lot of points in the year-end review, which is just a waste of money. He has basically no chance of getting promoted and making a fortune.
"Director Luo, old man Mu Shan has an old habit of asthma. It's a bit serious. We need to call a doctor."
Wu Shixun showed a trace of anxiety on his face, looked up at Luo Zhan and explained.
Luo Zhan nodded silently, quickly took out his walkie-talkie and called a few times, asking:
"Dr. Zhang from the infirmary, 305 has an emergency. Come and take a look. What? Doctor Zhang is on vacation?"
Luo Zhan was sweating profusely, put down the walkie-talkie, looked at Wu Shixun helplessly, and said with an ugly face:
"Wu Shixun, what should I do if the prison doctor is not here? Now I am sending it to the military clinic above. I don't care. It still needs to be approved by the above.
Even if you report it, it won’t be a matter of time, how long do you think old man Mushan can persist?”
Wu Shixun looked at the old man Mushan's cheeks that were gradually turning red and purple, and his rapid breathing, and shook his head with a sullen expression:
"Old man Mushan is seriously ill and his asthma is getting worse."
"Cough, cough!"
At this time, Mu Shanzheng coughed violently a few times, his face suddenly turned pale, white mucus dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became a little distracted.
Wu Shixun trembled all over, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Luo Zhan and said:
"Director Luo, please help me. You can also find some relief spray."
Luo Zhan shook his head helplessly and said strangely:
"You understand the rules here. Medicines are not allowed in the black prison. There is really no medicine to prevent and treat acute diseases down there."
Tian Mingjian was furious when he heard this, jumped up and cursed:
"Are you going to suffocate the old man to death like this? Old Mushan has done a lot for you over the past decades, and you are treating him like this? Just because he is Japanese?"
When Luo Zhan heard this, his face turned pale and he remained silent...
Wu Shixun was filled with grief and anger. The few old people had stayed together in the cell for a long time, and they had some deep feelings. Every time they saw someone being carried out of old age, it felt so uncomfortable...
Just when everyone was staring at each other, at a loss what to do, Liu Shiba's voice came from the cell:
"Although I feel unhappy with this old Japanese man, how about you still let me take a look?"
Hearing this, everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from, and couldn't help but be startled, it turned out to be Liu Shiba?
"You brat, are you kidding me? How dare you, a building surveyor, beep?"
Tian Mingjian became angry at this time, glared at Liu Shiba and cursed.
Wu Shixun rolled his eyes, reached out and patted Tian Mingjian, and said solemnly:
"Do you know medical skills?"
Outside the iron gate, Luo Zhan looked at Liu Shiba with surprise on his face. He clearly remembered Liu Shiba's file. He was a boy from the mountains. He was twenty-five years old and a surveyor...
It’s no wonder that everyone is confused. As the saying goes, a hairless mouth means a weak job. How do you expect these old men to believe it?
Separating the people gathered around the bunk, Liu Shiba walked onto the bunk, squatted down in front of Masao Kisugi, looked carefully, looked up at Luo Zhan and Wu Shixun and said
"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. At least give this old man a chance to save his life."
After Liu Shiba finished speaking, he said to Tian Mingjian next to him:
"Third Master, take the quilt over there and put it on Second Master's back. That way his breathing will be easier. Lying flat on his back will make his asthma worse."
When Tian Mingjian heard this, he quickly pulled a quilt and put it behind the old man Mushan with the help of Liu Shiba.
Sure enough, Mu Shan raised his body, his complexion immediately improved a lot, and his breathing became much smoother.
After doing all this, Liu Shiba stood up, looked at Luo Zhan and explained:
"Director Luo, I can cure this disease. At least I can suppress it temporarily."
Luo Zhan looked strange, looked at Liu Shiba and nodded:
"Rescuing people is like putting out a fire. Tell me what you need!"
Liu Shiba turned to look at Wu Shixun and Tian Mingjian with comforting eyes, and said softly:
"Everyone, please spread out. Don't crowd around here. Keep the air circulated."
After thinking for a moment, Liu Shiba looked at Luo Zhan and said:
"I wonder if Inspector Luo can give me a needle and some raw soybeans and mung beans?"
Luo Zhan was stunned and asked subconsciously:
"The needles are still there, but the mung beans are not."
"Something in the shape of a bean will also work."
Liu Shiba frowned.
“Will steel balls on the bearings work?”
Luo Zhan said doubtfully.
"Okay, it's up to you whether Masao Kisugi can survive!"
