Anyone who has helped others carry people knows that dead people are heavier than living people, and unconscious people are heavier than conscious people. Du He gives Guo Kuan the feeling that it is between a dead person and a coma person.

It was obvious that the light and thin young man was so heavy that it was hard to believe that Ba Jian could not hold Du He alone, and he could only watch Du He slip and finally only had one pair of feet left. Ba Jian, who couldn't bear to eat, scolded Guo Kuan and called Du He, but he did not completely let Du He slide into the pool.

After waived the power of the ox and tigers, Ba Jian and Guo Kuan worked together to drag Du He in the water. The two of them were exhausted. Ba Jian himself almost fell into the pool because of his weakness.

Guo Kuan wiped his forehead with something water or sweat, and looked at Ba Jian in a mess. He suddenly wanted to see if Miss Lily could still get warm after seeing such a Ba Jian.

The woman was obviously a senior sister who was a kiln. Who would have the damn belief that she had a cleanliness obsession? She couldn't accept anyone with a little taste, and didn't know how she accepted the body odor of the warden... After all, whether her nose is easy to use, it probably depends on the person.

Guo Kuan thought of Miss Lili's sturdy figure, swallowed his saliva, shivered, and said to Bajian: "Sir, let's change your clothes first. This kid is not a pity. You are not aware of your health."

Ba Jian turned his eyes and suddenly said, "Yes, this kid cannot die. You reminded me, get me a piece of clothing, ask two people, and send him to the diagnosis room, and try his best to save him. There is one thing, don't inject him with nutrient solution, so he's so hungry."

Guo Kuan thought that this person fainted obviously because he was hungry. He didn't give him nutrient solution even if he was rescued, so he might as well throw it back into the pool.

However, when the big man spoke, he had no choice but to agree. He called two brothers, set up a stretcher, and carried Du He, who was unknown to life and death, into the diagnosis room.

There are thousands of prisoners in Tilanqiao Prison, but there are only two diagnostic rooms, one of which is usually the place where doctors sleep and play mahjong. When Guo Kuan brought the people over, the doctor had just gotten up and was rubbing his eyes full of wrinkles to wear clothes.

Guo Kuan was worried that Du Hezhen would die here, so he invited the doctor to the diagnosis room before he could finish his clothes. The old doctor outside of 60 is a pure old Chinese doctor. He might have had some quality of saving lives and healing the wounded, but he was spent day and night in this ghost place, and people were injured and fell down every day. Over time, they became numb.

Seeing Du He was covered in water and his face turned pale, the old doctor took a towel in disgust and wiped Du He's wrist. He then called his pulse, then turned Du He's eyelids, pondered for a moment and said: "The spleen and stomach are weak and weak, the meridians are blocked, the blood is blocked, the essence is exhausted, and the mind is dissipated. Is this child tired?"

Guo Kuan nodded awkwardly and whispered: "Isn't sleeping for three days...Is it considered tired?"

"I haven't eaten or drunk yet! Wow, I haven't seen such a sinister way to examine people. This child has just become an adult and may be able to be saved. If you were guarding Xiao Guo, you would have died two times back and forth!"

The old doctor pinched his beard, his face full of contempt, and he didn't think it was dirty or smelly. He knocked on Du He's meridians with both hands. After a while, the old doctor wiped the sweat from his face and sighed and said, "This is almost enough to hold his life. Fortunately, he has something in his stomach, otherwise it would be really hard to do."

Guo Kuan rubbed his hands, "The adult who interrogated over there said he wouldn't ask him to take nutritional solution... Look..."

The old doctor smiled and said, "I don't have nutrient solution here."

Guo Kuan patted his forehead and remembered the old doctor's famous name as a Chinese medicine doctor, so he went to work with him with confidence.

As soon as the person left, the old doctor who had just looked calm suddenly closed the door of the diagnosis room, and there was only one door in the small room. In order to prevent annoying escape, there was no window, which saved us trouble.

"Xiaohe, do you still have consciousness?"

The old doctor folded his punches and palms, pressing Du He's chest hard, and calling Du He's name.

It would be unbelievable for outsiders to be present. A doctor who claims to be specializing in traditional Chinese medicine actually has professional cardiopulmonary resuscitation and is so familiar with Du He. All of this was answered after Du He opened his eyes.

"Well, Master Jin, I'm so sleepy." Du He stretched.

When Du He saw Dr. Jin for the first time he saw him, he recognized the identity of the old man. He was the father of Dr. Jin, the friend of Jiang Zhongye, the head of Liankui class. He is the current head of the Jin family.

Mr. Jin’s name is unknown, and Jiang Zhongye knew that he would not mention it for nothing. Du He didn’t dare to ask at all. The younger generation asked about the elders’ names, which was disrespectful to the elders and deserved it. Therefore, Du He could only follow everyone’s name, just called Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin has been squatting in prison all year round. Everyone knows that he thought the old man had found a safe and comfortable place for himself to retire. However, he didn’t know that this school, father and son are both comprehensive doctors who combine Chinese and Western medicine. Learning Western medicine is inseparable from the human body structure. Where do the materials come from?

It all comes in Jin Ye’s diagnosis room.

In the prison, Mr. Jin, who has always been unrelated to things, turned a blind eye to the corpses that often go in and out of the morgue. Mr. Jin then obtained a lot of first-hand information. It is just mutual benefit. Mr. Jin works for the prison, and only needs to open the morgue in the prison.

After all, the most lacking thing here is people, and even more so are injured and dead. Jin Ye’s research results were quickly enriched in prison, and they were collected into materials and passed on outside the prison, so that Dr. Jin outside the prison had superb skills and became well-known.

This is the big secret of the Jin family, but I don’t hide it from the Jiang family. Jiang Zhongye knows it, Jiang Ling knows it, and Du He naturally knows it.

After all, Dr. Jin was also a friend of his father back then.

Mr. Jin, who has always given the impression of gloomy and coldness in prison, had a smile in front of Du He that was amiable. Seeing Du He sleepy and tired, he quickly found a clean hospital gown and asked Du He to take a shower before leading Du He to his room from the small door.

"Sleep at ease, Grandpa gives you a shot of glucose, and he will still be a good guy when he wakes up."

Master Jin covered Du He with a thick layer of velvet blanket and skillfully disinfected and infusions for Du He. Soon Du He fell into a deep dream.

Master Jin skillfully took out a pot from the cabinet and placed it on the small stove next to it to stew it. More than a dozen black medicinal herbs were cut or torn into the cooking. He took out a good ginseng and threw the things in as the heat. The pot cover was tightly covered, and the taste did not spread to the outside.

Mr. Jin spent most of his time serving the pot. As for Du He, who was originally "drowning" and excessive fatigue, with the relief of the things in his stomach, and the blessing of the second senior sister Jiang Ling of Liankuiban, Du He only needs to sleep and recover from his sleep. Mr. Jin was not worried at all.

After Du He had slept for twelve hours, Master Jin woke Du He up in time.

"Xiaohe, I've been drinking the soup." Mr. Jin's face was a little reluctant, but this place was not a willful land. Du He's moisture and depleted essence had to rely on this pot of soup to warm and nourish it. Mr. Jin could not take Du He here for too long.

Du He rubbed his eyes, then sat up obediently, got out of bed obediently, and sat next to the stove, which made Mr. Jin feel even more distressed.

The Jin family and Lian Kuiban have been neighbors for three generations, and Mr. Jin has also been friends with the Du family for two generations. After the old friend suffered such a great grievance, he has limited help, and he can be said to feel extremely guilty.

Du He noticed that Mr. Jin's face was strange, blinked his eyes, and asked curiously: "Mr. Jin, didn't Ba Jian mention me today?"
Chapter completed!