Prison Building I

He Lin is a skilled doctor and an excellent pharmacist.

His private life is extremely boring, and his hobbies are almost empty. The only thing he likes is to stay in the laboratory and develop various strange medicines.

He Lin used to work as a military doctor in the army with Mr. Ling, but after retiring, he came to the Ling family to pick up private work.

He is Jianglou's personal doctor.

He knew even more about Jiang Lou's body than Ling Luo did. He Lin could feel every piece of injured skin and every scabbed scar with his eyes closed.

Repeated tossing, all year round.

"Teacher, where are you going?" The sunny boy raised his head from among the equipment, his eyes were a little puzzled.

He Lin turned around and smiled: "It's something."

"But the experiment isn't over yet,"

Sheng Yin stood up, his tall figure covered He Lin: "Who is looking for the teacher?"

He Lin looked at the new boy in the lab, his big and bright eyes gleamed with innocence, and suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Jianglou for the first time.

He lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he had been tossed hard, his whole body was covered in bruises, his torn white shirt was naked, and there were patches of blood on it.

He Lin was taken aback, he had never seen him in Ling's house before.

I've never seen anyone made like this.

He Lin walked up and touched his forehead lightly, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, the red palm prints on his white and clean face were looming, bright, seductive, and throbbing.

He struggled to avoid He Lin's hand, and grinned as soon as he tilted his head. He Lin saw blood dripping from his mouth, flowing to his black hair, and then dripping from the tip of his hair to the white bed sheet On the bed, it slowly condensed into a small group of blush, blooming like a flower.

He Lin withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Master Ling asked me to come."

"what,"

The young man seemed to have heard some great joke, and his whole body shrugged: "He will still care about my life?"

The blood-soaked lips looked a little swollen, and the voice was hoarse and low, but the pitch rose slightly, with a bit of youthful youthfulness and pride.

"This……"

He Lin lowered his eyes, a little helpless, the boy seemed to be very resistant to being touched by others, but the injury was like this, if it is not treated, it is easy to be infected with bacteria.

Just when he was about to speak to persuade, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and there was a bang when it hit the hard wall, and then a cold voice sounded behind him:

"What are you still doing here?"

He Lin panicked, and looked at the boy on the bed reflexively, only to see him bowing slightly, as if trembling.

He Lin hurriedly turned around, and said with some embarrassment: "I came in a hurry, I forgot to bring anti-inflammatory medicine..."

What a bad excuse, He Lin regretted it as soon as he said it, how can a doctor go out without anti-inflammatory drugs?

Sure enough, Ling Luo ignored him, went straight to the bed and pulled the boy up, slapped him and pushed him down on the bed:

"Lie down for me!"

The young man's face swelled up quickly, and the corners of his swollen mouth began to bleed again. He opened his eyes wide and tried not to let the tears flow out, staring at Ling Luo with pride and resentment.

This look seemed to enrage Ling Luo, he grabbed the young man by his hair and pressed him under his body, and he stretched out his hand to tear his already tattered clothes.

He Lin is over half a hundred years old, and he has never been so panicked after following Mr. Ling's hail of bullets for decades.He trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but when he stretched out his hand in mid-air, Ling Luo stared at him viciously:

"roll."

The young man's face was pressed into the pillow, He Lin couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could hear his almost suffocated whimpering, low-pitched, suppressed, yet revealing a bit of disdainful resistance.

He Lin swallowed, turned around and walked towards the door, the moment the door closed, a desperate and sad cry floated faintly towards He Lin.

Passing through the chest and hitting the heart directly, I will never forget it in my life.

He Lin pushed open the door and saw Jiang Lou curled up on the ground panting unceasingly, his skin outside was bruised and purple, the same torn white shirt, and the same bright red blood stains.

It has been like this for a year, and every time he tosses until he is about to die, and then calls him over to clean up.

He Lin looked at Jiang Lou's increasingly weak body, and suddenly felt a little heartache.

He has endured too much for that.

"Master Ling."

He Lin walked over respectfully, put the medicine box on the table, and then squatted down to check Jianglou's wound as usual.

"do not move."

Ling Luo walked over and pushed He Lin away, picked up Jiang Lou himself, put him on the bed and untied his clothes, and then let He Lin come over.

He Lin was a little surprised, but it was immediately replaced by heartache. He saw that Jianglou's exposed abdomen was oozing blood, and the wound was a little swollen, and it had already begun to inflame.

Obviously kicked, not just one kick.

Although he had never seen Ling Luo's skills before, but looking at Jianglou's body with intertwined wounds, new wounds connecting old wounds, he could make a good guess.

He Lin took out the instrument and followed, still standing respectfully aside, waiting for Ling Luo's instructions.

Ling Luo hummed, sat back on the sofa and quietly watched him measure and infuse Jianglou.

"Master Jiang has asthma,"

He Lin opened his mouth tremblingly, but the needle couldn't go in after several times.

Jiang Lou was already too thin. He Lin held his arm, as if holding air, so light and weightless.

And because of the excessive blood loss, the whole face was translucently white, more and more like a dead person.

But his eyes were still open.

Even though his body was in extreme pain and was about to go into shock, Jiang Lou kept his eyes open and stared at He Lin without blinking.

"I want to live."

He Lin was taken aback, thinking that he was so nervous that he had auditory hallucinations, he quickly glanced to the side, saw that Ling Luo closed his eyes as if he was resting, and quickly put his ears on Jiang Ling's lips, the scorching feeling made He Lin Lin's scalp jumped, and a torrent rushed through his heart.

"I want to live."

Jiang Lou's clear and shallow breath hit He Lin's ears, and the sound just swayed into his heart.

Don't know why it hurts like this.

He Lin gave Jianglou an infusion, turned around and looked at Ling Luo, with a look on his face that wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, timidly, but with a little bit of expectation.

Ling Luo glanced at him, then looked at Jiang Lou's seemingly relaxed face, stood up and walked to him:

"What do you want to say."

He Lin pushed his glasses, pinched his hands on the hem of his clothes, and finally whispered with trembling lips:

"I'm afraid it won't be long..."

Ling Luo turned his head, and there was no wave in his bottomless eyes. He stared at Jiang Lou who had passed out, and there was really no reason for it on his face.

He Lin was very close to him, the distance between their faces was no more than half a meter, but it was strange, He Lin felt that Ling Luo was blurred at this time and could not see his expression clearly.

He Lin was suddenly a little scared.

But he is indeed a master of medicine.

For example----

After only two days of infusion, Jianglou could get out of bed and walk around.

He was wearing a white shirt and sitting on the bay window of the bedroom. His skin color had changed from clear white to healthy rosy, and his black hair had grown very long.

If there are no eye-catching shackles on the feet, what is the difference with normal people?

He Lin insisted on giving Jianglou an infusion every day.

He told Ling Luo that Young Master Jiang was not in good health yet, so the daily dose of medicine was indispensable.

He said to Jiang Lou, good boy, God bless you, you will survive.

These drugs, he told himself, were colorless and tasteless, and no one would be able to detect them.

He said to God, I have sinned a lot.