Common cause

Xu Guining returned to the infirmary, went to the medicine shelf and began to record. Dr. Dong still said the same old saying: "You match the medicines with the list, just tell me if the numbers are wrong, but they should be right..." The last sentence I have no confidence.

Xu Guining wrote down the number on the list: "Don't worry, it's definitely wrong."

Doctor Dong turned pale: "What do you mean?"

Xu Guining pointed to the list: "It's strange to match this kind of inventory list that has been in disrepair for a long time. If you want to match it, you can only open some receipts to make it even."

Dr. Dong said, "Uh, what exactly do you mean?"

Xu Guining scratched his forehead: "Let's put it this way, there was a small group of people who were not well supervised, and I won't name them here, and they stole the medicine directly; but now, you can make more orders, but in fact there is no medicine , I can use those documents to balance the actual quantity of the medicines that are less than the listed quantity, and then show it to the institute.”

What surprised Dr. Dong was not the technique, but the straightforwardness of the other party.And Xu Guining stood by the medicine rack with a look of no surprise.

They immediately conducted an experiment, and Dr. Dong prescribed more than a dozen skin rejuvenation-promoting ingredients to the traitor in one go, so he almost filled up the small hole he had dug before.He smiled at Xu Guining who was at the desk, presumably because he felt happy thinking that the big hole would be filled soon.

At around eight o'clock this evening, the prison was sent to the hospital urgently. The person was carried by several guards with a table. Xu Guining was rummaging through the medicine rack, so he stood on tiptoe to stick to the medicine rack and let the person and the table pass by.

The guards ordered a few words and left in a hurry. Xu Guining recognized that the guard in charge of his number was shaking the black glue stick up and down in his hand, his mouth was flying, and he was muttering silent swear words.

Xu Guining walked to the side of the patient and found that it was a beard. The latter had cyanotic lips and was dying. Doctor Dong shook his head when he saw it, and pulled the curtain to signal Xu Guining to avoid: "Myocardial infarction, rescue him."

The rescue ended three hours later, and it took a lot of effort to transfer the patient. In the blink of an eye, he was lying on the bed with a beard and his chin covered by a snow-white sheet. Cover his face, too.

Dr. Dong was overwhelmed, and pointed at Xu Guining: "Hurry up and peel an apple, eat it to replenish energy."

Xu Guining ran out of the ward, took an apple from the doctor's table, went back to the bearded bed and began to peel it.

Hu Zi woke up from the anesthetic, raised his eyelids, and said, "I just finished the operation...can I eat it?"

Xu Guining doubted: "I'm also wondering—let's follow the doctor's advice. What's the matter with you?"

The beard is like a gossamer: "It's been a long time since I had a good meal... Think about it, reciting poems consumes a lot of calories, and I have to run while reciting. I can't bear it even if I am hard-pressed."

Xu Guining said: "Which poet wrote that poem? It's very good."

The beard was proud and fleeting: "I! I didn't expect it. They kept forcing me to recite poems, and they didn't allow me to repeat them. I don't know many poems. I have no choice but to write them myself."

Xu Guining cut off the apple peel, it was quite long, it's a pity - by the way, he sent an inconceivable expression.

Huzi became anxious: "Don't believe me, go back and look by the toilet pit. On the wall behind the trash can, there is a whole heptadic verse I wrote with the tip of a pencil."

Xu Guining continued to peel the skin: "I don't do my job properly, I should write a study report and I don't write it well, I think you asked for it."

Hu Zi defended: "I am good at ancient poems, but not at modern poems, so it is not surprising that the writing is not good."

Xu Guining peeled off the apple stalk: "Then you still write?"

Hu Zi's chest rose and fell, and he muttered: "If you don't try to write something, ahem, how do you know if it's written well? I wrote it, and I don't feel shameful when I find out that I didn't write it well."

Xu Guining picked up the skinless apple in his hand, and was about to feed it to Hu Zi, but Dr. Dong snatched it away, and started to gnaw it.

Xu Guining asked: "Didn't you tell me to peel an apple and eat it to replenish energy?"

Dr. Dong said: "Yes, replenish my energy. It's easy for you to rescue? Look at the poor conditions, there's not even a nurse—"

At this time, there was a faint crackling sound, and in the distance outside the window, probably in the urban area, dazzling fireworks lit up one after another.

Hu Zi struggled to look out the window: "What do you mean?"

Xu Guining replied, "It's New Year's Eve tonight."

Dr. Dong walked out of the window and looked up into the distance. He couldn't forget to gnaw: "Is 2016 over? I miss it a lot."

When Xu Guining returned to the cell, although it was nearly midnight, his cell was still brightly lit, and as soon as he approached the iron gate, he saw the guards furious: "Everything is caused by your cell, awesome! If you want to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, eat a dick!"

The guard unceremoniously opened the menu for everyone present, raised a stick by the way, and popped a few sticks on the back of one ear, making a muffled sound.

One ear fell on the ground like a farm ox, with angry eyes wide open, his face turned black and red, he insisted on not howling, while the team of Wallfacers headed by Brother Gui looked back and peeked back, as if he had been hit by a stick, hissing and gasping for air. Standing outside the iron gate, Xu Guining saw Xiang Yuan crouching in the corner of the shop like a ghost, his eyes were flat, and he lowered his head slightly in a gesture of repentance.

The correctional firepower then turned to Brother Gui: "Liu Guisi! Letting you be a security officer really flatters you! You can't control so many aggressive people. Who knows that you can't stick shit on the wall. Tell me, you Why can't this shit stick to the wall?"

I don’t know who can say something, because shit is too thin.

Brother Gui couldn't avoid it, the corner of his mouth was about to laugh, and he was held back by the big stick of the discipline.

The guard was so angry that if someone died at the end of the year, it would not be a matter of deducting money—"From today on, Liu Guisi will not be the security officer of this number, Xiang Yuan! You are... read Those who have gone to college and received higher education, you will be a security officer in the future, I want to see, how many generations of leaders will you have to change before you accept it?!"

Xiang Yuan had been thinking about why the family didn't hire a lawyer, so he was startled and almost stood up: "Disciplinary, this—"

The guard glanced at him: "What? You don't like it? You can't put shit on the wall?"

Xiang Yuan imitated Brother Gui's slippery tone: "I'm happy, I just didn't expect such a good thing to happen to me."

The guards didn't buy it, and just said, "Don't be good and don't learn, just learn to talk about running the train. The security officer is making you suffer, not making you an official!"

After the guard left, everyone looked at your elder brother whose black yarn had been taken away. They seemed to be absent-minded, but they didn't know how to react. Everyone was waiting for someone to come forward to "fight the injustice" for your elder brother, but they were afraid that the flattery would cause disaster, so Each squats, each has his own concerns.

Brother Gui, on the other hand, looked relaxed, and sat on the bunk with his legs crossed, as if to relieve himself of embarrassment: "Hey, it's really easy to be unofficial! Xiang Yuaner, from now on, I will leave this number to you!"

Xiang Yuan couldn't figure out the depth of the water. He thought that Brother Gui loved centralization very much. From other people's complaints, he knew that not only the security guards could eat boxed lunches, but anyone could eat boxed lunches as long as they paid an extra few dozen dollars a day. In order to show his political status, Brother Gui blocked the possibility of other people eating good food; and Brother Gui raised traitors, allowed domestic slaves to run rampant, regarded Tongpu as the throne, and was not allowed to wait until the lights were turned off. Going to the kang... All of these things portrayed him as a lazy and tyrant - how could such a person give up the title of security officer to others?

Xiang Yuan recalled Brother Gui's happy smile when he read the letter, and thought, what was written in the letter, it is likely that the outside joints were opened, and he was about to be released, so he didn't care about the status in the cell, Brother Gui's heart had already flown To the world.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan felt relieved. In this way, it is not a fight at all, but a concession at most. As long as you save face so that Brother Gui can step down, praise him like an old leader who has retired to the second line, and give some retirement Welfare, a happy life is just around the corner.

These days, Xiang Yuan summed it up: If you want to get along well in the prison, you need wallet, image and crimes, and there are no rich people in their prison, and there is no very strong person except for one ear, except for Brother Gui. There is no felony of more than two robs, so that when he goes all the way up to the position of security officer, there are no difficult bones to block the way (at this time he has completely forgotten about the traitor).

A very few people glanced at Xiang Yuan, with dissatisfaction mixed with humor in their eyes, as if they were saying that you are a bird, how can you control our No. [-] person?Each has their own plans, some are willing to surrender to the garden, some intend to help the noble brother make a comeback, and some even want to pull the crown prince off the horse, and take himself on top by the way.

Xiang Yuan was not impatient, thinking in his heart that the reform of the system should not be rushed for a while.

At this moment, Xu Guining walked in, and the iron fence closed again with a bang.

Seeing everything, Xu Guining secretly felt that he had to help Xiang Yuan up and sit firmly. It was not because he had political ambitions, but because he had to go down if he didn't get up. People who are promoted and useless are not only crushed by everyone, but also Even the discipline will be spurned.

He sat on the common bunk, said he was sitting, but in fact he only hung a small amount of his buttocks on it. He was afraid that Brother Gui would be displeased, and the crowd would riot. He had to ensure his mobility. Xiang Yuan was already disabled. If he was also injured, it would not Shuangshuang got down, it was Shuangshuang hanging up.

Xiang Yuan temporarily lost his legs, so he had to wave his hands to attract everyone's attention: "It turns out that the management of our number is relatively loose. As a security officer, we start with the basic management of eating and sleeping. From tomorrow, when eating, the management personnel will be in charge of the team management. We will never allow the phenomenon of jumping in the queue, helping to occupy seats, pushing and beating people. "

He went on to say: "One ear is the manager. Everyone has seen that although he is rather reckless, he is very honest and will not take sides or make things difficult for anyone on purpose."

After talking here, Xiang Yuan tentatively asked your brother: "What do you think?" The power change cannot be done in one go, and he understands that your brother must be properly involved in the implementation of policies.

Brother Gui didn't refute: "Okay! I think it's okay, you have to take good care of it!"

Since Brother Gui had spoken, regardless of whether he agreed or disagreed, everyone collectively lost their memory, forgetting the behavior of beating the beard of a queue jumper with one ear, and nodded their heads one after another.Especially the small gang with one ear said that like attracts birds of a feather. Most of them are working people who stumbled for a while.

One ear popped up suddenly, like a scallion growing out of a pile of mushrooms. He had a good impression of Xiang Yuan. He was willing to work for this cultural man to show his loyalty. At this time, he patted his chest and said, "I will definitely Manage it well!"

The lights went out with a bang, and everyone made ironic or depressed voices in the darkness, and climbed onto the bunk one by one.

Xu Guining heard Xiang Yuan say, "Your letter." Then something was stuffed into his hand.

Xiang Yuan went on to say, "I'll talk about other management methods tomorrow. Go to sleep."

Another night.