If you get a sudden illness in prison, it's really terrible.
Somehow, I suddenly got a stomach piercing. In Alcatraz prison, it was fatal. There was a shortage of medicine and medicine, and it was commonplace to die one or two prisoners.
But I was still useful to these FBI employees, so Rice made a call and ordered Doctor Fox to rush here with the guy for surgery.
I also asked Zuo Yi to ask for help from the mouse ghost king. While waiting, I endured the severe pain. If it weren't for my strong hope of survival, I'm afraid I would die of pain.
It was a while before Fox arrived. The Rat Ghost King was close at hand. It quickly rushed to it, first opened my eyelids with its furry paws, saw the big beads of sweat on my forehead, and said: "It seems that only please black Only the magician can relieve your pain!"
It ordered A to go to the magician immediately, and then pulled out a mouse poop again and stuffed it into my mouth. A feeling of nausea grew spontaneously. I couldn't help but open my mouth and spray out the food in my stomach.
Jefferson in the treatment room hurriedly jumped aside, pinched his nose and called the nurse.
The caregiver here is also a prisoner, just a mildly mentally ill person. The visitor wore a white tights with raw pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks and a pair of small eyes staring at me. He also threw down his broom and ash shovel, and covered his nose. .
"Upherequickly! Thewardenising!" Jefferson hurried out of the treatment room after giving the order.
The prisoner put on a mask and began to clean up the dirt on the ground.
I was treating my discomfort. A ghost came in from outside the room, holding a stump in my hand, and making a deep voice from the skin under my throat: "How do you feel, Iron Warrior?"
Hearing this voice, my whole body trembled. Isn't this four heralding Nicholas Swann? Why is it still alive
The person who came was Siwang, the messenger of hell, and I hurriedly endured the pain and asked: "Should this be your punishment for me?"
The other party said frankly: "Is that so?"
I immediately said: "This may kill me, now you should be satisfied?"
Si Wang didn't answer, I gritted my teeth and said, "My life is cheap, just take it, maybe watching me die tormented by pain will make you more enjoyable!"
It still didn't respond, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it towards my abdomen. My face changed in shock, and I wanted to shrink, but there was nowhere to go.
Siwang's sharp claws pierced my abdomen and reached into my stomach and grabbed it hard. The pain was like a torn soul. I opened my mouth and a burst of warm blood mixed with gastric juice and rice and prawns spewed out. It was all poured out on this nurse.
The nurse dropped his tools and rushed out of the treatment room howling.
A prison guard hurriedly pursued it, and the remaining prison guard rushed in. Seeing the black blood on the ground, he hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to report to his superiors.
The hell messenger retracted his sharp claws with satisfaction, turned and floated out of the treatment room.
I lay on the side of the bed and continued to vomit, as if I was about to vomit everything in my stomach, but in the end I vomited up brown blood.
Jefferson hurried over and took out an intramuscular injection of hemostatic sensitizer from the medicine box.
The warden came with Leibo and Sally upon hearing the news. The two prison guards held down my limbs, and Metz ordered Jefferson to inject me with a cardiotonic injection to prevent me from heart failure and death.
At this time, there was a questioning sound from outside the room: "The prisoner is not dead yet, does the priest come to pray for him?"
The other party said: "As long as there is me, the patient can't die!" This voice is the black magician.
He was still wearing a black robe, and he walked in with the Bible in his hand. Mace immediately yelled at him: "Father, we are rescuing the prisoner, please go out first!"
The pastor nodded and slowly said: "God loves the world, you continue, I will not delay your rescue!"
Jefferson drew a stimulus needle to prepare an intramuscular injection for me. The pastor opened the "Bible" and quickly read: "The devil opened his mouth and waited for the ignorant lambs to come to the door, and the hungry wolves were also eyeing these lambs! "
A series of characters came out from his mouth, quickly entwining the doctors and prison guards who participated in rescuing me. These people seemed to have turned into wooden people, maintaining their current actions.
The mouse ghost king and Zuo Yi floated in from the treatment room, and when they saw this, they said to the priest: "The magician asks you to help Mr. Yuan as soon as possible!"
The priest nodded and used it, and said to Zuoyi: "Remember that you owe me a big gift, you go back quickly, otherwise Siwang can't see you, so he will come out and trouble everyone!"
The mouse ghost king also echoed, Zuo Yi floated to the bed and grabbed my hand and said: "Mr. Yuan, you must hold on, my sister will come back to see you!"
A left the treatment room with Zuoyi.
The black magician put the opened "Bible" on my stomach, and then began to recite the spells. After hearing these strange spells, my pain instantly eased a lot, but my eyes turned black and my mouth became dry. Dryness, this is a symptom of massive blood loss.
My eyes were dark and I went into a coma. My soul separated from my body and was about to rise towards the ceiling. The black magician grabbed my soul, then rubbed it into a ball, and stuffed it in my mouth again. He put his hand into the pocket of the robe, grabbed a handful of black things, like plasticine, tore them into small balls, blocking my seven orifices.
Now my soul is trapped in my mouth, struggling desperately, but can't get out, and can't merge with the body. Is this because after a person's death, the soul and the body can't merge.
The black magician continued to cast spells, covering me with a black mist. His expression suddenly became strange and hideous. He pulled the cart next to him, flicked away the medicine equipment on it, and then kept taking it from his pocket. Out of some bottles and jars and utensils for chemical experiments.
His pocket is like a treasure bag, and it is like a magical pocket of Doraemon. He took out all kinds of substances from it and began to mix and mix them.
I immediately understood that the black magician used me as a white mouse to conduct experiments. A cup of black medicine was poured into my mouth. My face turned black immediately, and my soul twitched violently.
The other party opened my eyelids and shook his head to continue the experiment.
When he poured a cup of coffee-colored liquid medicine into my mouth, I felt the bitter liquid medicine carried my soul into my stomach, then slipped into the intestines, and finally my soul stayed in my body. But all the things in the intestines are excreted.
The black mage still shook his head. He gritted his teeth, wiped away the sweat from his forehead, put his hand into his body, grabbed a beating heart, and squeezed the big blood vessels against my mouth. The blood poured into my mouth.
I swallowed the blood in my heart as water, and the black mage hurriedly yelled, "Stop it, you need to collect money for drinking my blood!" He took the heart from my mouth and put it back again. My chest is like putting it back as a part.
I don't know how long it took, the black magician put away the "Bible", turned and left.
The mouse ghost king looked at me busy, and then nodded away.
The prison guard and Jefferson in the room shook their heads and continued to treat me.
My face was bloody again, and the sky was getting brighter.
Rice hurried over with Doctor Fox, and as soon as she entered the treatment room and saw the dirt in a place, she covered her nose.
The warden who followed then motioned to the two prison guards to push me out of the treatment room. (End of this chapter)