Gu Lang was not in his room at this time, but in the infirmary on the south side of the military camp.
This was what Zhang Jianming instructed, or rather requested, before he left.
After all, Gu Laosan is only a suspect, not a prisoner. Since it was the colonel who decided to detain him temporarily, then it wouldn't be too much to ask him to take care of his simple physical recovery and healing, right
So, after arranging someone's temporary guard room, Gu Laosan was taken to the infirmary without even having a meal. At the doctor's request, he took off all his clothes and posed in various extremely shameful positions to facilitate the inspection of his wounds and the application of medicine.
However, perhaps because he was used to applying medicine to the soldiers, the doctor's movements were not gentle, and screams of someone could be heard from the infirmary from time to time.
If you don’t know, you might think that they are interrogating prisoners inside.
Of course, the prisoners also need to be interrogated. In the cell on the west side of the camp, Dawi is working overtime.
Opposite him, Edith was handcuffed to a chair fixed to the ground, his shoes taken off, and his legs were raised high on a table in front of him.
Scarface and the other two were now so swollen that they didn't even have necks anymore, let alone being able to speak. So the only hope now was that Edith could tell them something related, such as whether anyone in the gang had stolen an off-road vehicle to break through the checkpoints.
At this time, Edith, who was about to die from crying, twitched his body and muttered, "I don't know... I don't know! I didn't steal the car... Who the hell is Gu Lang... Gu Lang, I fucking screw you..."
"I didn't realize you were such a tough guy!" David shrugged his shoulders, picked up a small hammer from the table, turned it around, and used the handle of the hammer to poke hard at the sole of Edith's foot as it was standing on the table.
“Ah~~~”
With the cover of vehicles and green plants in the military camp, Wang Ping followed someone's scent and found the temporary residence arranged for Gu Lang.
The guard at the door followed him to the infirmary, so Wang Ping swaggered in through the window with iron bars.
The conditions in the room were pretty good if compared to the living standards of the local residents. It was obvious that the other party was not just trying to give Zhang Jianming a perfunctory response.
There was a double bed inside, emmm…the kind with bunk beds. There was also a desk, on which Gu Lang's backpack containing clothes and wallet was placed. However, the two boxes containing the tablet and satellite signal receiver were not there, probably because they were temporarily confiscated.
There was a small compartment in the room. Wang Ping went in and took a look. It was a small bathroom with a shower head. But there was no toilet, but a squat toilet. There was also a bucket next to it.
It certainly can't be compared with a hotel, but compared to the zoo and the wild, this place is already a paradise.
Wang Ping was too lazy to think about why Gu Laosan would stay here. His limbs were almost cramped from holding on to the bumper all the way. Now he couldn't wait to take a shower and have a good sleep.
At this time, footsteps were heard at the door.
Wang Ping hid in the bathroom and looked out through the crack in the door.
The door opened and a soldier in camouflage training uniform came in with a lunch box. He put the lunch box on the table and left.
When the footsteps faded away, Wang Ping ran out of the bathroom and climbed up the table leg.
The food box was a military green insulated box, and it was still warm.
"I can't tell. This guy has connections with the military? How about we eat first?"
When Wang Ping thought of this, he suddenly felt a little hungry. His stomach knew better than he did what it meant to seize the opportunity and what it meant to strike when the time was right. The badger had just thought about eating, and his stomach started to growl wildly, each growl louder and faster than the last.
"Okay, let's eat!"
Wang Ping was "extremely hungry". He sat on the table, wrapped his legs around the cylindrical lunch box, and lifted the lid of the lunch box with his front paws for a long time before he finally opened the tightly closed lunch box.
If we rank the daily food consumed by civilians in countries around the world, China will definitely be the one standing at the top of the pyramid, standing tall among the crowd.
After all, neither English tea nor French dinner is something you see often on your daily table. Chinese food is different. No matter how simple the ingredients are, you can always make them look fancy.
Chinese people are probably the only people in the world who would walk across several blocks to buy chopped green onions when they don't have them when cooking.
As for tsny, the food level in this place is hovering at the bottom of the pyramid. Unless you go to a star-rated hotel, it's just enough to fill your stomach.
Sure enough, there were three cornmeal cakes in the upper compartment of the lunch box, which made Wang Ping wonder if the chef had put sand in it. The cakes looked so dark that it made him question his life.
At the bottom of the lunch box was half a box of soup. A few slices of mutton and a large pile of some unknown vegetables floating in it told Wang Ping that this was actually a box of broth.
The look of longing instantly turned into disgust, but after all, we were in Africa, so we had to make do with it. It was better than eating unseasoned barbecue in the wild.
While comforting himself, Wang Ping grabbed a piece of corn tortilla and ate it, not forgetting to pick up the entire lunch box from time to time and pour some broth into his mouth.
When Gu Lang came out of the infirmary, the lights in the camp were already on.
Because many of the small wounds on his body showed signs of inflammation in the past two days, the doctor took a lot of time just to disinfect them, and he also had to find someone to hold down Gu Lang, who was like a butchered pig.
So as soon as he finished the treatment, the doctor couldn't wait to take off his white coat and ran towards the cafeteria, rapping and cursing all the way.
In the entire camp, apart from the prisoners in the cell, Gu Lang is probably the only one who has the privilege of having meals delivered to him.
After being told that dinner had been delivered to his room, Gu Lang, who had spent a lot of energy, walked back to his room tremblingly with his legs irritated by the disinfectant. The soldier guarding him sent him to the door and stood outside again.
After groping for the light, Gu Lang first leaned against the door and secretly glanced outside. After finding that the soldier did not leave but was just watching outside the door, he could not help but sigh.
Although I had no intention of running away, I was still nervous when being watched like this.
I turned around and looked into the room, and sure enough, there was a lunch box on the table.
With a thick layer of bandages wrapped around his body, he couldn't take a shower. Gu Lang ran to the bathroom, washed his face hastily, touched his messy beard in front of the mirror, and ran to the room to find a razor.
But as soon as he turned around, someone was stunned.
There was a clear puddle of water under the shower head behind me, reflecting the light. There were also a lot of black hairs on the ground.
Gu Lang: …
Wasn't it agreed to be a single room? Could it be that this bathroom was shared
Gu Laosan felt uneasy when he thought that he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, but Uncle Hei opened his door and ran to the bathroom to take out his penis and relieve himself.
Hurrying to the door, Gu Lang fastened the bolt on the door, then struggled to move the desk inside and propped the door shut, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Looking down at the lunch box on the table, Gu Lang thought for a moment, bent down to open it, and then froze again.
Because wild food is so precious, Wang Ping rarely wastes food, even if it tastes bad.
Besides, this was made in the kitchen after all. For Wang Ping, who was able to eat hot food again, it was already the most delicious thing.
So let alone tortillas, Wang Ping didn't even have a drop of soup left. The silver metal layer of the lunch box reflected someone's blackened face, shining brightly.
"The guy next door is so bullying..."
Gu Laosan looked sad and angry.
Not giving me food would be bad enough, but you actually humiliate me with an empty lunch box
After moving the table again with a grunt, Gu Lang opened the door and shouted angrily to the guard outside in English: "You are going too far! I am not a prisoner, why do you treat me like this? I am hungry! I want to eat!"