In Siberian Renovation Camp, in Dr. Marl's infirmary, Nanke was dozing on his back against the seat. In addition to the wound left by Divasha's nails on his face, the collar of the shirt was loose, revealing the seven-inch red scar on his right shoulder.

Henan was injured by Longinus gunshots, and Nanke used flames to stop bleeding. The reason why he chose the most severe hemorrhage method was to warn himself not to go to a tragic ending like the complete destruction of the Ring Spirit.

Suddenly, Nanke trembled all over and felt an indescribable spiritual power entering his body. This spiritual power was not very strong, but was almost wiped out. However, it was like a concentrated alcohol of ten thousand times, and it could easily change the nature of the water by just dropping a drop in the water.

For a moment, Nanke found that the spiritual power on his arms turned black. He was frightened because except for the necrotic ability, only the spiritual power of the dead was black. But after blinking his eyes, his spiritual power returned to transparency.

"What's going on? I'm dreaming? Does the ability person have nightmares too?"

Nanke straightened his back on the chair, slapped his facial skin with both hands and hoped to wake him up completely. His movements were seen by Qianxue, who was walking over.

The silver-haired little loli snorted: "Let you take care of Helian Ziyan for a while, it's useless to let you take a nap!"

Helian Ziyan, who was quadriplegic, slept very heavily in the medical bed. Nan Ke glanced at Helian Ziyan, frowned, turned to Qianxue and cursed:

"Bitch! The master is sitting or lying down, so you can comment? All kinds of chores are your own duties. If you don't do it well, don't blame me for making you worse than death!"

After blurting out this sentence, not only Qian Xue widened her eyes in disbelief, but even Nan Ke himself was dumbfounded.

"Hey? My Chinese language has never been good, so why did I pick up classical Chinese? Did you just dream of dreaming that I became an ancient man, just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Butterfly and? Hu Butterfly's dream is Zhou You"

"You are just pulling classical Chinese now! Don't try to change the topic!" Qian Xue, who was called a slut, looked unhappy, raised her small eyebrows high, clenched her fists on her side, and the indoor temperature dropped instantly by 10.

"You said it is classical Chinese or classical Chinese," Nanke planned to fool him. "Maybe the teacher Xieding, who teaches Chinese, had taught Jingshitongyan in class. I just slept and was confused about the ancient Chinese language in my heart."

Qian Xuebing's blue pupils narrowed like a cat, questioning: "Do you think I haven't seen Feng Menglong's three-character series? During the Ming Dynasty, he was the magistrate of Shouning. I have seen him himself. Where can I get the ready-made swear words in the book to take my slap?"

"Eh? Jing Shitongyan, Yu Shimingyan, have you seen the author of Xing Shihengyan in person?" Nan Ke sat down on the chair slightly, trying to continue to change the topic. "I heard Sun Xiaogui say that there are many bad plots in the undeleted version of the three words. In the chapters, Jin Hailing died of indulgence, and Liu Xiaoguan's male and female brothers were so yellow. You, a little loli, actually read such a yellow book?"

"Feng Menglong looked quite vulgar in his later years," Qianxue said contemptuously. "Even if the author who has written Huangwen for a long time is a handsome man when he is young, he will become a vulgar uncle or vulgar uncle when he is older. In addition, I am already 3,000 years old, so you don't need to worry about what books I go to read!"

The two of them woke up Helian Ziyan. The purple-eyed girl blinked her drowsy eyes and subconsciously wanted to get off the bed, but later she recalled in despair that she was paralyzed and couldn't help but bit her lips to prevent her from falling tears of sadness.

At this time, Dr. Mar, who had thick dark circles, walked over with a bottle, which contained suspicious pink liquid, swaying as he walked.

"Come on, drink this bottle of hippo milk, maybe it will be effective for your situation."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, panda milk, and then hippo milk. Do you only know how to treat diseases with animal milk?" Helian Ziyan had not reacted yet, and Nanke stopped doing it. "Doctor Mar, will you cure diseases? I heard that the reason why the prisoners in the Siberian Reform Camp rioted was that your medical skills were too poor!"

"So hippo milk is pink?" Helian Ziyan murmured in unknown meaning, as if he had no hope for his own healing.

Dr. Maer was not angry after hearing Nanke's questioning. He put hippo milk on the disinfection table, scratched his hair with one hand, and smiled: "Who said I only know how to treat patients with animal milk? This is specially prepared animal milk that has been blessed with Lingwei! In Journey to the West, the pot bottom ash and horse urine can be used as medicine. Why can't animal milk be used as medicine?"

"Please at least quote medical books like Compendium of Materia Medica, don't quote mythical and weird novels, okay?"

"It's not just animal milk," Dr. Marl ignored Nanke's complaints and continued to shake his head, "Human milk can also be used as medicine, whether it's women's milk or men's milk."

"Where do men get milk? You Mongolian doctor! If I were a prisoner, I would riot!"

Nanke raised his tone and talked to Dr. Mar. On the one hand, he really wanted to complain, and on the other hand, he wanted to fool the slut of Qianxue. Unfortunately, Qianxue had a very good memory and kept staring at his Phrase Emperor behind him. The ice blue cold air had emerged from his pupils.

"I won't drink strange things anymore," Helian Ziyan said weakly. "Panda milk can't cure me, and hippo milk is useless. I have even drunk the demon milk of the sheep demon god. If it works, it will take effect long ago."

Of course, the sheep demon god Helian Ziyan refers to is Pepe. When he was trapped in the Doomsday Seal Cave, Helian Ziyan and Nanke had no choice but to drink Pepe's goat milk. It was pure natural and pollution-free, and it was specially used to treat osteoporosis in the abdomen, but unfortunately it had no medicinal value.

"Hey hey, the key is not the animal's milk, but my medical skills!" Dr. Maer held the bottle and looked eager, as if he was boasting about Lao Wang. "Although medicinal milk is not very delicious, you just need to endure it and count the stains on the ceiling, and it will be over in a while!"

"This conversation sounds so familiar," Nanke complained, "Sun Xiaogui seems to have told the girl in the class more than once."

"I won't drink!" Helian Ziyan's tone was excited, "It's useless to drink. If you have a good medical skill, the prisoners here will not riot!"

Helian Ziyan's face turned red, as if the purple color in her pupils had spread out.

"And I'm going to the toilet! Nanke, summon the little sheep demon god and help me."

"No need to be so troublesome!" Dr. Maer put down his bottle, squatted beside the medical bed and flipped over for a long time, took out a plastic pot for paralyzed patients from under the bed, and introduced without caring about the patient's emotions: "If you look closely, you will find that this is for women. Because the urine port is relatively large, it can be covered tightly and not sprayed randomly." To be continued.
Chapter completed!