Chapter 14

Baoye sees from the story of ugly slaves that the slaves will bring new wounds back every day, so he makes five bottles of healing medicine for the sake of emergency.

At lunch time, he gave one of the bottles of medicine to Lao Liu to express his gratitude for his care. He also made Laoliu a friend. As for Nian Gao and Wang Qiao, they were ignored by him. Even if he sent them medicine, they would not be rare.

Laoliu took the bottle given by Baoye and asked in surprise, "do you think this is the healing medicine?"

For the slaves, as long as it is herbal medicine is very precious, because no matter whether they are injured or sick, the slave owners will not seek a doctor or send medicine to cure them. Those who can survive are lucky, and those who can't can only wait to die.

Although the fallen forest has inexhaustible herbal medicines, the slaves have no freedom, let alone go to a place 1000 kilometers away to find herbs. What's more, the forest is full of dangers. Ordinary slaves are afraid to go and have no life to return. Even in the ranks of high-ranking slaves, there may not be many herbs or potions.

It can be seen how valuable the medicine is, but Baoye gives it to him easily.

"Wound medicine?" Nian Gao hissed: "will the wound medicine be filled with our small bottle of cleaning liquid? Laoliu, don't be fooled by him. If you really hurt yourself and use it, I'm afraid your wound will only get worse and worse. At that time, you can't be saved if you want to regret it. "

Laoliu believes that Baoye gave him a wound medicine, because he smelled the medicine. He carefully put the small bottle into his trouser pocket: "thank you, Mr. Bao."

Baoye smiles and says, "let's eat."

"When I see your face, I can't eat any more." Nian went out to eat with his rice bowl.

Laoliu said: "Mr. Bao, you don't care what he says. He is a bit bad mouth. The rest is good. But what about your face? Yesterday saw you are still good, today how does not stop flow pus blood? It doesn't matter? "

Baoye is also very strange: "I don't know what's going on."

After coming to the construction site, the black tumor on his face kept flowing pus blood. Although the pus blood was not much, it could not be stopped. Moreover, there was a tingling pain. In the ugly slave's memory, such a thing never happened.

Did he crush the melanoma last night?

Think of the last night on the spirit of disease tight collapse handsome face to see him squeeze the appearance of melanoma, Baoye mouth corner can not hold up a bend.

After lunch, people from the Ministry of health can stay in the office for a lunch break and then go back in a van after dinner.

On the way, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, everyone lowered their heads, and there was no pit sound.

Baoye has intuition to tell him that something has happened.

Du Peng caught his glance. He could no longer suppress his anger and sadness. He rushed forward and pushed him hard. He almost pushed people out of the car: "it's all caused by you, an animal."

Baoye is covered with black lines.

He was at the construction site all day today. How did he provoke Du Peng?

If it wasn't for the ugly slave who really killed Du Peng's wife, how could he tolerate Du Peng's recklessness in front of him three times.

"If you hadn't crippled Lao Luo's feet, he wouldn't have been unable to escape the fallen container because he couldn't run fast. He wouldn't have been cut by the corners of the container."

Lao Luo is the middle-aged man on the bed opposite Baoye. He once held a grudge against Chou Nu for calling him the son of a tortoise. When Lao Luo was carrying goods, Chou Nu deliberately knocked him down. The worst thing was that the ugly slave didn't admit that he had hit Lao Luo and scolded him for what he deserved.

Baoye:

He suddenly felt that he came here not to change his fate, but to take the place of others.

"Pa -" Zhu threw his whip on the board, warning Du Peng not to make trouble in the car.

Du Peng was not willing to hammer his fist on the container angrily and returned to his original position.

The truck drove back to the accommodation.

Several slaves who made friends with Lao Luo immediately rushed into the shed: "Lao Luo, are you ok?"

Lao Luo is weak and lying on the bed, even opening his eyes is very difficult.

Everyone saw that he looked red in his eyes. Without doctors and medication, it was difficult to get better.

Baoye sees Lao Luo lying on the bed from the gap in the crowd. A two inch long wound has been scratched on his right waist, which is not very serious. The bad thing is that he only sewed a few stitches with black thread, neither bandaging nor applying medicine. Moreover, the wound gushed blood with the ups and downs of his abdomen.

Lao Luo will be so weak, because of blood loss.

"Lao Luo looks very tired. We'd better not disturb him to have a rest. When we get Lao Luo's meal, we'll make porridge for him." Du Peng angrily looks at Bao Ye opposite: "these days, everyone is more hardworking. We take turns to guard Lao Luo. We can't let individual scumbags take the opportunity to revenge and kill Lao Luo."

Everyone is angry at Baoye.

Baoye chuckles and sits on his bed, shaking his legs leisurely: "in his case, he doesn't need any hands, and he can't live for half a month."

"If he dies, he will bury you with him." Du Peng put down his cruel words and took others away.Baoye sneers and takes the food and gives it to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu hesitated and asked, "don't you eat it?"

"Are you worried that I will starve to death?"

"You'd better die." Jiang Yu grabs his bowl and eats it as quickly as possible.

Baoye turns to look at the dying old Luo and starts to fight Xiaojiu in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Lao Luo had a high fever. Everyone quickly took cold water to cool him down.

The next morning, Lao Luo's temperature finally dropped, but his face was even more ugly, and he even fell into a coma.

Baoye looks at Lao Luo and goes to the health office of the construction site with the truck.

Wang Qiao, who is playing with his children, sees Baoye with an embarrassed smile: "that..."

"Well, sister Wang, is your child getting better?" Later, Nian Gao looked at Wang Qiao's children curiously: "sister Wang, what did you give Xiaojian to eat? How did you get better after one night? "

Wang Qiao takes a glance at Baoye: "this Thanks to Well Thanks to the ugly slave... "

"He?" "You say ugly slave?"

Wang Qiao nodded.

Last night, when I was looking at the child, I suddenly remembered what Baoye had said. If there was no other way for her, she had to do what Baoye said.

"According to his method, at midnight, I called out the name of the child 49 times. After the 49th call, Xiaojian gave a loud cry. After crying, he called me hungry and wanted to eat."

Nian Gao still doesn't believe: "is it that simple?"

"Yes." Qiao stroked the child's head with a gentle smile. Then, he took an apple from the cupboard and handed it to Baoye: "thank you. I'm sorry for my attitude towards you before. Besides, my man said that if you can't solve anything in the future, just look for him."

Baoye doubts: "your man is..."

"His man is the boss of Dongcheng District. He is as famous as your brother. I'm sick of you. If you don't have the boss of Nancheng district to take care of you, you'll be covered by a boss of Dongcheng District." Niangao was unconvinced: "you said, did you cheat on sister Wang's children secretly? Otherwise, how can we cure the child's disease with a few shouts? "

Baoye Bai gave him a glance: "if I had such a skill, would I still stay here?"

"Elder sister Wang said in a voice," I believe in ugly slaves. "

Nian Gao snorted, left the beginning, no longer speak.