Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

"name?"

"Song Xi, hopeful Xi."

"age?"

"Twenty one."

"Have you ever had a criminal record?"

"Abducting civilian women in the street..."

"What?"

"...was snatched away as a civilian girl."

The warden stroked his handsome mustache, and pondered: "You have the same surname as the old man, so how about it, take care of you, and choose a cell facing the door that is well ventilated and at a suitable temperature that you like?"

Holding the prison clothes, Song Mingzhe's heart almost collapsed. This tone was too like booking a folk custom room, which made people unable to adapt for a while.It was only after meeting with the jailer that I found out that this person is a typical face control person, and he likes to arrange good-looking people near him, near the door.According to his own statement, when his superiors came to inspect him, he would walk a little around the periphery to see if the prisoner was not crooked. It would be refreshing, wouldn't it?

At present, Song Mingzhe didn't have time to argue, so he found a single room with no window but facing south and good ventilation. Most importantly, it was very convenient to observe the jailers from this angle, but they watched themselves being surrounded by several wooden guards. Blocked by piles, there are still blind spots in vision.

In the previous life, there were always a lot of people who practiced tricks in the university, but the people in the medical school were bitter and gnawed at the bread in the study room all night. According to the words of the owner of the copy shop, the teenagers will be the ones who will see the doctor and prescribe medicine for us in the future. Go to review carefully, do you want to misdiagnose us little people?Song Mingzhe survived the years of college with his head hanging from the beam and his buttocks, but it did not prevent him from understanding how to reduce the examiner's attention.

For the next day and a half, Song Mingzhe looked coldly at the people who were sent in. Some knelt and begged, some loudly reported their families and asked to be released on the spot, and some desperately resisted rather than submit. The artisans represented by Mingzhe almost put together 360 five elements. Song Mingzhe secretly guessed that the person responsible for the arrest was a collector?I also met a few acquaintances back and forth. Lao Yu, a fisherman at the entrance of the alley, is said to be the main suspect who saw the green ghost committing crimes during the day. Because of his fishy smell, he was driven to the innermost place to be with snakes, rats, insects and ants. The Ruyi girl in Furong Building once had a face-to-face meeting with Song Mingzhe, and she was dragged in, shouting in her mouth, do you know who I am, and whose child I am pregnant with.The voice was shrill, and I was flustered when I heard it. The warden pulled out his ears and sent him to the inner room. He threatened her and put him in the ten-person room of the men's prison.

After a few days, Song Mingzhe figured out the warden's tricks. He knew that the matter was of great importance. He only had custody but no jurisdiction. Based on the principle of not offending others, when he met someone who was either rich or expensive or good-looking, They all claim to have the same family name as themselves 800 years ago, take care of one or two, and keep away from those who refuse to obey the discipline.After a few days, Song Mingzhe roughly counted, there were about [-] or [-] people with the same surname as him. It seems that the warden must be from a hundred families!

Song Mingzhe sucked his share of thin porridge, and listlessly drew the number of days on the wall. The two meals a day in the prison were mostly gruel with corn bread or multigrain cakes, no oil, water, and farm side dishes.He comforted himself, as if he had come out to lose weight and experience life.On the seventh day, after pawing for a long time, he found three pieces of the cleanest and straightest hay from the haystack, broke them into roughly the same length, placed them parallel to the west of the prison, and saluted earnestly. This is the head of Malt. Seventh, Song Mingzhe always thought that he was implicated by himself, and regretted that he could not burn incense for him personally and kill the murderer for him.

"Well, did she really have a miscarriage?" The warden rubbed the bruises under his eyes and yawned, "I've been working overtime every day these days, and I don't even give you any rewards. It's really hard for us below."

The head of the women's prison nodded desperately in agreement, "Yes, yes, there is no money from above, and the guards under him are not dedicated to doing things." After that, the two had a heated discussion on improving the treatment of employees in the prison system. , the warden lazily stretched his waist and added; "The one who lost the child, you can just figure it out, just don't die."

Song Mingzhe raised his hands full of grass clippings, thousands of thoughts came to his mind, they must be talking about Miss Ruyi.It is said that human life is worthless in troubled times, and it is the same in this prison. At any rate, life is preserved, and a young life is not buried in this dark place.Song Mingzhe covered his face, sat on the ground, and sighed softly.

The person in the cell next door didn't know who he was, his accent hadn't changed, and he always came and went with the same words. After listening to it for so many days, Song Mingzhe realized that it was one sentence, and it was another one after 18 years. hero.If I die in prison, can I go back to the original world?

Finally on the 13th, Song Mingzhe has drawn two and a half of the orthographic characters on the wall, and people have been interrogated one after another. The advantage of the interrogation is that if there is nothing wrong, relatives and friends can visit one or two next, and check Knowing that it has nothing to do with the green ghost case, you can go home with about two silver coins.Song Mingzhe looked forward to his relatives coming to visit, his eyes were bleeding, he wanted to know if his grandfather Ganbao was safe, the old and the young at home made people feel uneasy.

No. On the 15th, Song Mingzhe played several games of backgammon with himself and himself with grass clippings. By the way, he was waiting for tonight’s Wowotou. Yesterday’s cornmeal was too rough. Swallowed in the neck.Then again, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. The neighbor next door is also someone's young master. When he first came here, he cried and asked for a confession and a grievance. He smashed the bowl and threw the porridge away. Wotou looked like he would rather die than surrender.The cell boss didn't beat or scold him, and he cleaned up the mess slowly, okay, let him dry out for the next day and a half, and didn't even give him saliva.Waiting until the second night's meal, Brother Gongzi swallowed a cornbread without chewing, and saw the jailer giggling.

The jailer glanced at the crooked Song character in front of Song Mingzhe's cell, took out a bowl of steaming noodles from the bottom of the food box, and said in a low voice, "Today is your birthday, your family has already prepared it, eat it quickly."

Song Mingzhe was holding the noodle bowl, he was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he was already eating it. The noodles were Yangchun noodles, only green green onion floating in the still delicious clear soup, and the noodles as thin as hair were cooked just right. Compared with any store outside the prison, the craftsmanship is mediocre, but in this dark place, it is a rare delicacy.

Song Mingzhe's tears dripped into the soup bowl. He had never felt that Yangchun noodles were so sweet, which made him regain the feeling outside in a trance, the yearning for freedom.He didn't notice that the jailer looked at him with a little more pity.That's right, Song Mingzhe forgot that the sudden distribution of rations by the superiors is likely to make you cut off. In the gap between black and white, right and wrong, this little bit of mercy also has a price.

That night, Song Mingzhe was huddling in front of the prison door, listening to the chats of several jailers with great interest, from envying the warden for receiving benefits in the past half a month, to the fact that Zuixianglou recently released a new yellow rice wine.

"You know, the lunatic in the women's prison who hugged straw dolls all day long was once the number one in Furong Building."

"Are you kidding?" Another person exclaimed, "With her crazy appearance, all the five big and three thick women in my family are better than her!"

"However, if she doesn't speak, if she doesn't speak, just looking at her facial features and figure, there is indeed something sexy." The other obviously moved a little bit, twirling his goatee intoxicated.

"The former son Li Si had the same idea as you. He didn't touch his hands when he went in. His brains were almost blown out, and his descendants were almost in danger. You said that when a person goes crazy, he will be beaten very hard. No, stealing chickens If you can’t lose a lot of rice, the warden found out and fined you a month’s salary, and now you don’t have the face to see anyone.” This is a soy sauce party who gloats at other people’s misfortunes.

Song Mingzhe squatted on the ground with disheveled hair, his heart moved, madman, if he is crazy, many things may be easier to handle.Before he could think clearly, a group of white-clothed men rushed in, waved some tokens in front of the jailer for a few seconds, and said in a rough voice, "Who is in charge here?"

The jailors who were gathered just now turned into birds and beasts, and after a while, the warden rushed over from the front, panting, "It's the villain, I don't know what the adults are doing, but interrogating the suspect?"

The official was obviously impatient and talked too much with the warden, he threw a piece of paper on the warden's nose, the usually dignified little old man nodded and bowed, showing no airs at all, and immediately started to get the people on the list to be escorted over .

"Bayaoyao, Song Xi." Hearing his name, Song Mingzhe felt guilty. The previous interrogations were all during the daytime. This night, a group of people in white clothes is really weird. Black Plum Guard is simply an Oreo in Beijing, white and black, crunchy.

Song Mingzhe had a flash of inspiration. When he was carried out, his legs were limp. When he passed by the leader in white, he asked in a low voice, "Are you from Sima Prison?"

The other party just smiled and said nothing.The person who dragged him worked hard, and he was thrown out like a little chicken.

What kind of place is Sima Prison? There are dead and alive people, bones exposed, and all the intractable diseases that doctors can't do anything about can be solved immediately in their hands-everyone is dead, what disease can't be cured?Song Mingzhe's stomach tightened up and down. When he was in college, he couldn't bear the pain of morning study, so he couldn't catch the bus to join the party. Song Mingzhe was skeptical about how long he could last under the severe punishment.

The appearance of Sima Prison is better than Song Mingzhe's vision of the underworld. It is not so gloomy. Although countless lives have been borne, the door is full of exotic flowers and plants, and the fragrance can be smelled from a long distance.The wall is covered with creepers, and there are four big white characters on the plaque, "Miaoshou rejuvenation"

Song Mingzhe got out of the car, looked up at the plaque, and felt that the head of Sima Prison was a person who was willing to go deep into the people and had a sense of humor.I waited to take another look, but was dragged away by the man in white holding his hand, pushed through the gilded gate, and vaguely saw the words "life and death" engraved on both sides of the gate, but before I had time to see clearly, I was caught Brutally pushed in.

Passing through the zigzag front hall of the main hall, it seemed that he had reached the torture area. Song Mingzhe had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he couldn't express it. When he went inside, he gasped.

There are many hanging statues of bull heads, tiger heads and pig heads hanging on the walls. Only the dragon heads are made of gold and silver, and the others are all fresh specimens. Among them, the sound of water came from the ear. It turned out that a stream of running water was connected to the small waterwheel, and the other end was spit out from the dragon's mouth.If he had come to visit instead of being detained, Song Mingzhe would definitely applaud the designer for his ingenuity.

But apart from the sound of wind and water, there were many living people locked in cages in the huge room. When they saw Song Mingzhe and his party coming in, they just looked up indifferently, and then lowered their heads again without making a sound.

Like a classroom inspected by the dean, like an auditorium where everyone lowers their sense of existence when a university teacher asks a question, Song Mingzhe looked around on tiptoe, and sure enough, a man in Tsing Yi and a bronze mask walked out from the depths of the room people.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come here?" Her tone was gentle and soft, her voice was indistinguishable, and she seemed very easy to get along with.Song Mingzhe's heart is clear, this is what Master Lu often mentions, Lu Xin, the executioner of the Lu family in Sima Prison's generation.

Who is Lu Xin? The genius with the highest achievement in the Lu family's past dynasties who has been in charge of punishments has expanded the 49 types of punishments handed down from his ancestors to 81 types. He is born to love the work of torture and torture. He often went to Sima Prison to watch his sentence, and when he was an adult, he wished he could spend twelve hours a day in the work unit, insisting that his old mother drag him home with a rolling pin.Master Lu said that although many elders in the Lu family are much better at craftsmanship than Lu Xin, but when it comes to bringing out the prisoner's final potential and holding his last breath, Lu Xin is the most aura.

Countless white candles were lit around, and Song Mingzhe stared blankly at Lu Xin wearing a bronze mask with a smiling face, and the gods and Buddhas passing by the beam, who could let the abnormal disease in front of him die, I Song Mingzhe I must be grateful, and I will pay less meat and eat more fruits and vegetables in the future!