Madam's black history was picked up

There was chaos in the women's cell No. [-], with screams, cries, and calls for help.

The captain strode over and saw a woman lying on the ground with blood all over her body. He was shocked and ordered someone to open the cell.

The captain ran outside holding Pan Xueyang in his arms: "Notify Doctor Bai, hurry up!"

Si Tianmu listened to the commotion upstairs, but his heart was anxious but his face had an expression of nothing to do with him.

"Anya, have you started to act?"

After Pan Xueyang was sent to the infirmary, Dr. Bai immediately stopped her bleeding and bandaged the wound.

But the patient's wound was too deep and he lost a lot of blood, so he needed a blood transfusion immediately.

Doctor Bai came out of the examination room and scanned the people outside.

"Which one of you has type A blood? The patient loses too much blood and needs a blood transfusion, otherwise his life will be in danger."

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. The captain was just about to say that he would know after taking a test one by one, when there was a crisp sound at the door.

"Suck me."

Everyone looked around, and saw the freckled and disheveled Anyajie standing at the door with a smile on her face.

Seeing so many people looking at her, An Yajie was a little embarrassed, she pushed the eyes on the bridge of her nose.

"I got up to watch the commotion when I heard the commotion outside. I just heard you guys say you want a blood transfusion."

"I have type O blood. When I was studying, my teacher said that our type O blood is a universal blood type and can be transfused to people with other blood types."

Anyajie said solemnly: "And I think I have a lot of blood in my veins, Dr. Bai, please help me draw out more blood."

Everyone laughed for a while: "Where is the silly girl?"

Doctor Bai's mouth twitched: "Then do you or your family members have any genetic diseases?"

Anyajie tilted her head and thought for a while: "There is no genetic disease, but many people say that I am a little bit dizzy. Isn't this a disease?"

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed strangely, and Anyajie also smirked.

Doctor Bai couldn't help laughing, he cleared his throat: "Although you know that you have type O blood, for safety's sake, I still want to test your blood."

"No problem, you can take it for testing." An Yajie stretched out her arm to Dr. Bai as she spoke.

After Dr. Bai's examination, Anyajie met the conditions for Pan Xueyang's blood transfusion. The captain sent two people to guard the door of the infirmary and took the others away.

Doctor Bai drew 300ml of Anyajie's blood and hung it on the infusion stand, ready to transfuse Pan Xueyang.

Anyajie sat up from the bed and pressed the bloody arm with a cotton swab.

"Doctor Bai, I have a lot of blood on my body, you can actually draw a little more."

Doctor Bai was amused, and explained while transfusing Pan Xueyang's blood.

"A person can donate 200 to 400 milliliters of blood under normal circumstances. This amount of blood donation will not affect blood circulation, but if you donate too much, you will have related symptoms."

Anyajie nodded half understanding, she looked at Pan Xueyang, who was pale and unconscious, with worry flashing in her eyes.

"Doctor Bai, is she okay? What's the big deal? If you can't think about it, you have to commit suicide."

Doctor Bai glanced at Pan Xue on the bed: "She should wake up after transfusion of this bottle of blood."

"Can I wait here for her to wake up? I want to enlighten her, tell her that there are no difficulties in life, and let her think about it."

Doctor Bai nodded and left without thinking too much.

After An Yajie closed the door of the examination room, she looked out of the window again. She drew the curtains and came to Pan Xueyang's side and gently pushed her.

"Wake up, wake up."

Pan Xueyang opened her eyes weakly, and Anyajie's disfigured face appeared in front of her eyes. She twitched the corners of her mouth at Anyajie.

Anyajie also smiled at her. After looking at the door, Anyajie introduced herself in a low voice: "My name is Anyajie, and I am called Xiaojie here."

"Pan Xueyang, they all call me Xiaoxue."

Anyajie's chest felt tight when she thought of the conversation she heard from the patrol team when she was delivering food, and what happened to the woman in front of her.

She showed an appreciative smile to Pan Xueyang: "You are very brave."

"I want to live, and I want to live better."

"Yes, this day will come sooner or later." Anyajie looked firmly.

"Tell me about your plan, what do you want me to do?"

Anyajie glanced at the door, and whispered in Pan Xueyang's ear: "Someone will bring supplies to the island in a week, and they will take a group of women with them when they leave."

"I don't think you know what you are taking out. I want you to find a way to get them to take you out this time. After you go out, pass the information I gave you to a person named Xiao Mo."

"He is a well-known psychiatrist in City X. You just need to find a way to hand over the information to him in person. Don't worry about the rest. Are you confident that you can do it?"

"En." Pan Xueyang nodded vigorously.

"No matter what method I use, I will get the message out."

"Very well, I have already written his phone number in the message I want to give you, you'd better memorize them."

"it is good."

"You must be careful yourself. No matter how difficult the life after going out is, you must stop. As long as my side is saved, I will definitely save you as soon as possible."

"Okay, I believe you." Pan Xueyang looked at Anyajie firmly, and the two held hands tightly.

The news of Pan Xueyang's suicide reached the black dragon, who was furious and asked the black scorpion to find out what was going on.

As soon as Hei Xie entered the infirmary, he grabbed Pan Xueyang by the hair and lifted her up from the bed. Because he moved so violently, Pan Xueyang's hand that was infusing was torn out of blood.

"Slap!" The black scorpion slapped Pan Xueyang on the face, and Pan Xueyang's face immediately swelled up, and blood stains overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You dare to commit suicide, you really are impatient, don't you? Huh?" Hei Scorpion grabbed Pan Xueyang's hair and stared at her viciously.

Pan Xueyang met the black scorpion's angry gaze: "No, I don't want to die, I did it because I wanted to live."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to live a life like this anymore. I was locked in a dark cell, where I also shit, urinated, ate and slept."

"I've had enough. Instead of living like an animal, I'd rather you take me out to sell. At least I can dress clean and live comfortably."

"Hahaha..." Black Scorpion let go of Pan Xueyang and laughed heartily.

"You are very enlightened! Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Pan Xueyang looked firm.

"Okay, very good! It would be great if all the women in the prison were as enlightened as you." Hei Scorpion was in a good mood.

"In order to reward your knowledge of the times, you will live in the infirmary this week. After a week, I will do what you wish."

"Okay." Pan Xueyang answered simply.

Looking at the back of the black scorpion leaving, Pan Xueyang's eyes flickered.

Anyajie continued to do Zhang Bo's work.

When she came to Si Tianmu's cell and saw the bloody numbers on the opposite wall, Anyajie's heart immediately twitched.

She subconsciously looked at Si Tianmu's leg, and the wound that had been under control was now red and swollen again.

Anyajie's eyes were moist, and she looked at Si Tianmu with complaints in her eyes: "If you want to write on the wall, can you use other methods? Why do you use your own blood to write?"

Si Tianmu looked at Anyajie's distressed and complaining gaze, and weakly pulled the corner of his lower lip.

Anyajie glanced at the numbers on the wall, and then at Si Tianmu, with a questioning look in her eyes: "Can these numbers express that information?"

Si Tianmu understood Anyajie's question and nodded imperceptibly.

Anyajie served Si Tianmu a good meal, and she didn't forget to sprinkle some medicinal powder into it, but her eyes were fixed on the opposite wall, and the series of numbers jumped into her mind in an orderly manner.

"12, 8, 7; 5, 43, 9; 46, 14, 27; 22, 32, 7; 64, 16, 18; 47, 6, 8; 1, 31, 56..."

When Si Tianmu finished the second bowl of soup, Anyajie closed her eyes, passed the hundreds of numbers in her mind, then opened her eyes and nodded to Si Tianmu.

The corner of Si Tianmu's mouth twitched, and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

After Anyajie left, Si Tianmu moved to the wall in boredom, and used the small stones on the ground to grind away the numbers on the wall one by one.

Seeing Si Tianmu's weird movements, the people in the monitoring room just shook their heads helplessly and didn't take it seriously.

After Anyajie came out of the prison cell, she prepared a plate of delicious food for Pan Xueyang in a fair and aboveboard way. When she came to the door of the infirmary with the tray, she was stopped by the guards.

Anyajie smiled at the two people at the door: "Brothers, I'm here to deliver food to the girl inside."

"Uncle Zhang said that the girl was leaving soon, and he had to hurry up to take care of her body. He asked me to watch the girl finish her meal."

The guard also knew that the black scorpion had come yesterday, so the two let Anyajie in without saying anything.

When Anyajie went in, she saw that Dr. Bai was infusing Pan Xueyang.

"Doctor Bai, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I have to wait for her to finish her drip."

Anyajie saw that there was still a bottle of needle water in the infusion bottle.

"Doctor Bai, she won't be able to take this drip for a while. I'm here to watch her eat. You can go and eat too. I specially left you a big chicken drumstick. It's in a big bowl on the stove. inside."

"Today, the chicken legs I fried were very fragrant, and they robbed them all in one go. Fortunately, I moved quickly and grabbed one right away."

Anyajie was very proud, as if she had done something amazing.

Doctor Bai couldn't help being funny, he was hungry anyway, and it was past twelve o'clock now.

"Thank you, Xiaojie, please stay here for a while, and I'll come over after dinner."

Anyajie waved her hand boldly: "If there is any trouble, don't bother, you can go, the chicken legs will not taste good when they are cold."

After Dr. Bai left, Anyajie immediately closed the door of the examination room, and she stuffed a note full of numbers into Pan Xueyang's hand.

"Xiaoxue, just to be on the safe side, you'd better memorize the above number and keep it in your mind, and then destroy this note, so as not to be found out and cause trouble."

Pan Xueyang nodded, and tightly held the note in his hand.

"Eat, you will have the strength to do what you want to do when you are full."

Anyajie handed the rice to Pan Xueyang: "I left you a big chicken drumstick, it's delicious."

Pan Xueyang couldn't help laughing: "Thank you, Xiaojie, this is the best meal I've had on this island."

"Don't worry, I will send you delicious food every day from now on."

Pan Xueyang twitched the corners of her mouth: "I won't be able to eat for a few days."

Anyajie pursed her lips: "Eat quickly."

A week passed quickly, and Pan Xueyang also recovered. Anyajie found out from Uncle Zhang that the supply ship would arrive early tomorrow morning.

This also indicates that Pan Xueyang will be sent away tomorrow.

Anyajie handed a bowl of rice with meat and chicken legs to Pan Xueyang: "You will be sent away tomorrow."

Pan Xueyang took the job and nodded: "I know."

"Do you remember those numbers?"

"remember."

"It must not be wrong, not a single number is wrong, otherwise the information may be all wrong."