14. YOU’D BETTER DIE.

 

Bao Ye saw from the memory of the ugly slave that the slaves would return with new wounds every day, so he made five small bottles of wound medicine for emergencies.

At lunch time, he gave Lao Liu a bottle of wound medicine to thank him for taking care of him, and his consideration for him. As for Nian Gao and Wang Qiao, they were directly ignored by him, because even if he gave them the medicine, they would not dare use it.

Lao Liu took the bottle given by Bao Ye and asked in surprise, “You said this is wound medicine?”

For the slaves, as long as it is medicine, it is very precious, because no matter whether they are injured or sick, the slave owners will not care nor they send any doctor or medicine to treat them. Those who can survive are lucky, and those who cannot survive can only wait for death.

Although the Fallen Forest has inexhaustible herbs, slaves have no freedom, let alone go look for herbs a thousand kilometers away. What’s more, the forest is full of dangers. Ordinary slaves may die if they go there. Even the group of top slaves, did not own that much medicine.

It clearly is so precious, but Bao Ye easily gave it to him.

“Wound medicine?” Nian Gao scoffed,

“Would any medicine be packed in our small bottle of cleaning fluid? Lao Liu, don’t be fooled by him. If you really get hurt and use it, I’m afraid it will worse and untreatable.”

Lao Liu believed that what Bao Ye gave him was medicine, because he could smell the herbal aroma, so he carefully put the small bottle in his trouser pocket: “Thank you, Lord Bao.”

Bao Ye smiled: “Let’s eat.”

“Seeing your disgusting face, how can I eat anymore.” Nian Gao angrily took his food and went outside to eat.

Lao Liu said: “Lord Bao, please don’t mind his words. He has a bad mouth, but he is really a good kid. But, what’s the matter with your face? I saw that you were fine yesterday, why are you bleeding continuously today? Did anything happened”

Bao Ye was also very surprised: “I also don’t know what’s going on.”

After coming to the construction site, the melanoma on his face kept bleeding pus and blood. Although there was not coming out, it couldn’t be stopped, and there was a tingling sensation. In the memory of Ugly Slave, this has never This happened.

Could it be that he squeezed it too hard last night? He remembered the reaction of Dong Ling Ce as he squeezed his melanoma last night, the corners of Bao Ye’s mouth raised.

After lunch, people from the department of Health can stay in the office for a break, and then go back via truck after dinner.

On the road, the atmosphere in the truck was very dull, everyone lowered their heads, and was quite.

Bao Ye intuitively felt that something had happened.

Du Peng caught his glance and couldn’t hold back his anger and sadness any longer. He stepped forward and pushed him hard, almost pushing him out of the truck: “It’s all because of you, you beast.”

Bao Ye was confused.

He was at the construction site all day today, so how did he provoke Du Peng?

If it weren’t for the fact that Ugly Slave really killed Du Peng’s wife, he wouldn’t have tolerated Du Peng’s presumptuousness in front of him twice.

“If you hadn’t broken Lao Luo’s feet, he wouldn’t be unable to avoid the fallen container because today, and he wouldn’t have his stomach cut by the corner of the container.”

Lao Luo is The middle-aged man on the opposite bed of Bao Ye. He was hated by the ugly slave because he was once cursed by the man. So ugly Slave found an opportunity to knock Lao Luo down on purpose while Lao Luo was carrying goods, and hundreds of catties of goods fell on Lao Luo’s legs just like that. In fact, the most abominable thing is that the ugly slave refused to admit that his wrong, and even told Lao Luo he deserved it.

Bao Ye: “…”

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

“Crack——”

Deacon Zhu slammed his whip on the truck, warning Du Peng not to cause trouble in the truck.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Du Peng angrily punched the truck and returned to his seat.

The truck drove back to the dormitory.

Several slaves who were friends of Lao Luo rushed into the shed immediately: “Lao Luo, are you okay?”

Lao Luo laid weak on the bed, struggling to even open his eyes.

Everyone’s eyes were red when they saw him like this. They knew without medical treatment he is unlikely to survive.

Bao Ye saw Lao Luo lying on the bed from a gap in the crowd. He had a two-inch wound on his right waist. It was serious, but it was only rough stitched with black thread. After a few injections, neither bandaging nor medication was applied, and the wound kept gushing blood with the rising and falling of the abdomen.

Lao Luo was so weak because he lost too much blood.

“Lao Luo looks very tired. Let’s not disturb his rest. After the next meal, we will make porridge for him.” Du Peng glared angrily at Bao Ye, who was opposite him: ” We need to take turns guarding Lao Luo, so some bastards can’t take the opportunity to him.”

Everyone looked at Bao Ye angrily.

Bao Ye sneered, sat on his bed, and swayed his legs leisurely: “In his condition, he doesn’t need anyone to do it, and he can’t live for half a month.”

“If he dies, he will be buried with you. ”

Du Peng said and took others away.

Bao Ye sneered, took his food and handed it to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu asked hesitantly, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Bao Ye narrowed his eyes and said, “Are you worried that I will starve to death?”

 

“You’d Better die” Jiang Yu took the food and hurriedly ate.

Bao Ye turned to look at Lao Luo who was dying, and his heart was pounding.

In the middle of the night, Lao Luo developed a high fever, and everyone rushed to cool him down with cold water.

The next morning, Lao Luo’s body temperature finally dropped, but his complexion became even uglier, and he even fell into a coma.

After Bao Ye took a look at Lao Luo, he got on the truck to the department of Health.

Wang Qiao, who was playing with the child, saw Bao Ye and smiled awkwardly: “That…” ”

“Yo, Wang jie1姐: Sister but not necessarily blood related, has your child recovered?” Nian Gao, who came in from behind, looked at Wang Qiao’s child curiously: “Wang Jie, what did you gave Xiao Jian? Why did he get better after only one night?”

Wang Qiao glanced at Bao Ye: “This…is all… Thanks to the ugly slave… ”

“He?” Nian Gao said in disbelief, “You mean this ugly slave?”

Wang Qiao nodded.

Seeing that her child was about to die last night, she suddenly remembered what Bao Ye said, and she had no other way, so she bit the bullet and followed what Bao Ye said.

“I followed the method he said. At midnight, I yelled the child’s name 49 times. After the 49th time, Xiao Jian cried loudly. After crying, he yelled at me that he was hungry and he ate.”

Nian Gao couldn’t believe it: “It’s that simple?”

“Yes.”

Wang Qiao stroked the child’s head, showing a gentle smile, then took out an apple from the cabinet and handed it to Bao Ye: “Thank you, I want to say sorry for my attitude towards you before, and my man said, if there is anything you can’t solve in the future, just go to him.”

 

Bao Ye was puzzled: “Your man is…”

 

“Her husband is the boss of Dongcheng2东城: Dong cheng / East city/ Eastern district, He is as famous as your own elder brother. Damn it, what kind of shit luck you have? Without the boss in the Nancheng to back you, now boss of Dongcheng have your back.”

Nian Gao was not convinced: “Did you secretly do something to Wang Jie ‘s child? Otherwise, how could you cure the child’s illness with just a few shouts?”

Bao Ye rolled his eyes at him: “If I had such a skill, would I still stay here?”

Wang Jie said: “Nian Gao, I believe him.”

Nian Gao snorted softly, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

 

1姐: Sister but not necessarily blood related2东城: Dong cheng / East city/ Eastern district