Baoye saw from Ugly Slaves that the slaves would come back with new injuries every day, so he made five small bottles of wound medicine for emergencies.
At lunch time, he gave one of the bottles of wound medicine to Lao Liu to express his gratitude to him for taking care of himself, which was considered a friend of Lao Liu. As for Nian Gao and Wang Qiao, they were directly ignored by him. Even if he gave them medicine, they would not be rude.
Lao Liu took the bottle given by Bao Ye and asked in surprise, "You said this is a wound medicine?"
For the slaves, as long as the herbs are very precious, because whether they are injured or sick, the slave owners will not find a doctor or send medicine to heal them. Those who can survive are lucky, those who cannot survive can only wait to die.
Although the Fallen Forest has inexhaustible herbs, the slaves are not free, let alone go to a place a thousand kilometers away to find herbs, not to mention the dangers in the forest. . Even in the ranks of high-level slaves, there may not be many herbs or potions.
It can be seen how valuable the wound medicine is, but Bao Ye gave it to him easily.
"Wounded medicine?" Nian Gao sneered: "Will the wounded medicine be packed in the small bottle we used to hold the cleaning solution? Lao Liu, don't be fooled by him, if you really get hurt and use it, I'm afraid your wound will only It's getting more and more serious, and at that time, you won't be saved if you want to regret it."
Lao Liu believed that what Bao Ye gave him was a wound medicine, because he smelled the medicine, so he carefully put the small bottle in his trousers pocket: "Thank you, Lord Bao."
Bao Ye smiled: "Let's eat."
"Seeing your face, I'm so sick of it, where can I eat." Nian huffed and went out to eat with his rice bowl.
Lao Liu said: "Master Bao, you don't care what he said, he just has a bad mouth, and the rest is good. However, what's wrong with your face? Yesterday, you were fine, but today, why is it that you don't stop flowing? Pus and blood? Does it matter?"
Bao Ye is also very strange: "I don't know what's going on."
After I came to the construction site, the black tumor on my face kept bleeding pus and blood. Although the pus and blood flowing out was not much, it couldn't stop it from flowing out, and there was still a tingling sensation, which was never in Chou Nu's memory. Something like this happened.
Did he crush the black tumor last night
Thinking of last night's mental illness with his handsome face tugging at him squeezing the black tumor, the corners of Bao Ye's mouth couldn't help bending upwards.
After lunch, people from the Ministry of Health can stay in the office for a lunch break, and then go back in a large truck after dinner.
On the road, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, everyone bowed their heads and made no noise.
Bao Ye intuitively told him that something had happened.
Du Peng caught his glance, and could no longer hold back his anger and sadness, he stepped forward, pushed him hard, and almost pushed the man out of the car: "It's all your fault."
Bao Ye's head was full of black lines.
He was at the construction site all day today, how could he provoke Du Peng
If it weren't for the fact that the ugly slave really killed Du Peng's wife, how could Du Peng be allowed to act presumptuously in front of him twice.
"If you hadn't crippled Lao Luo's foot, he wouldn't be able to avoid the fallen container today because he couldn't run fast, and he wouldn't have been cut in the stomach by the corner of the container."
Lao Luo is the middle-aged man on the bed opposite Bao Ye. He once held grudges for calling Chou Nu a turtle son. Chou Nu found an opportunity to take advantage of Lao Luo when he was moving the goods and knocked Lao Luo on purpose. The hundreds of pounds of goods were like this Hit Lao Luo in the leg, the most hateful thing is that the ugly slave did not admit that he hit Lao Luo after the incident, and even scolded Lao Luo for what he deserved.
Bao Ye: "… "
He suddenly felt that he came here not to change his destiny, but to take the blame for others.
"Pa-" Deacon Zhu threw the whip on the car board, warning Du Peng not to make trouble in the car.
Du Peng was unwilling to punch the cargo box angrily and returned to his original position.
The truck drove back to the accommodation.
A few slaves who had befriended Lao Luo immediately rushed into the shed: "Lao Luo, are you alright?"
Lao Luo was lying on the bed weakly, and it was very difficult to even open his eyes.
Everyone's eyes were red when they saw his appearance. Without doctors and medicines, it would be difficult to get better.
Bao Ye saw Lao Luo lying on the bed from the gap in the crowd. A two-inch wound was slashed on his right waist. It wasn't serious. A few needles, neither bandaging nor medicine, and the wound kept gushing out blood as the abdomen rose and fell.
Lao Luo is so weak because of excessive blood loss.
"Lao Luo looks very tired. Let's not disturb him to rest. After the gang gets Lao Luo's meal, we will cook it into porridge for him to drink." Du Peng glared at Bao Ye who was facing him angrily: "Everyone these days. Work harder, take turns to be responsible for guarding Lao Luo, and you can't let some offal take the opportunity to take revenge and kill Lao Luo."
Everyone looked at Bao Ye angrily.
Bao Ye sneered, sat on his bed, and dangled his legs leisurely: "In his situation, he doesn't need anyone to do anything, and he won't survive for half a month."
"If he dies, he will be buried with you." Du Peng put down his harsh words and led the others away.
Bao Ye sneered, took the food and handed it to Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Bao Ye smiled: "Are you worried that I will starve to death?"
"It's best if you die." Jiang Yu grabbed his bowl and ate it as quickly as possible.
Baoye turned to look at Lao Luo, who was dying, and Xiao Jiujiu was in his heart.
In the middle of the night, Lao Luo developed a high fever, and everyone quickly took cold water to cool him down.
The next morning, Lao Luo's body temperature finally dropped, but his face became even more ugly, and he even fell into a coma.
Baoye took a look at Lao Luo and went to the Ministry of Health office at the construction site with the truck.
Wang Qiao, who was teasing the children, saw Bao Ye and smiled awkwardly: "That..."
"Yo, Sister Wang, has your child recovered?" Nian Gao, who came in behind, looked at Wang Qiao's child curiously: "Sister Wang, what did you give Xiaojian? Why did it recover after only one night?"
Wang Qiao glanced at Bao Ye: "This... there are more... thanks to Ugly Slave... "
"He?" Nian Gao said in disbelief, "You mean ugly slave?"
Wang Qiao nodded.
Last night, seeing that the child was about to die, she suddenly remembered what Bao Ye said. She had no other way, so she bit her head and did what Bao Ye said.
"I followed the method he said. At midnight, I shouted the child's name 49 times. After the 49th time, Xiaojian cried out loudly. After crying, he called me hungry and wanted to Have a meal."
Nian Gao still doesn't believe it: "Is it that simple?"
"Yes." Qiao stroked the child's head, showing a gentle smile, and then took out an apple from the cabinet and handed it to Bao Ye: "Thank you, I want to say sorry for your attitude before, and I The man said, if you have something that you can't solve in the future, just go to him."
Bao Ye wondered: "Your man is..."
"His man is the boss of Dongcheng District. He is as famous as your elder brother. Fuck, what kind of shit luck have you had? Without the boss of Nancheng District to take care of you, the boss of Dongcheng District will come to cover you right away." Nian Gao Unconvinced: "You said, did you secretly do something to Sister Wang's child? Otherwise, how could the child's disease be cured by shouting a few times?"
Bao Ye rolled his eyes at him: "If I had the ability to do things like this, would I still stay here?"
Sister Wang said: "I am old, I believe in ugly slaves."
Young Gao snorted lightly, turned his head away, and stopped talking.