"Brother, thank you, don't have a psychological burden, you just don't take me out. The doctor is kind and the person in the Xinglin. If you can save me, I will definitely save you." Hawthorne tried his best to comfort Dong Zhihai.

The more comforted he was, the more indifferent his attitude, the more it could stimulate Dong Zhihai's self-esteem.

Dong Zhihai smiled mysteriously and asked toughly: "Don't you believe me?"

Hawthorne shook his head: "No, I am the one who has the heart of a doctor, it has nothing to do with your identity or status."

Dong Zhihai suddenly asked: "Do you really want to enter the power plant?"

Hawthorne nodded and replied, "Of course, it may not be a power plant. As long as it is stable and you can get an extra salary to support your family, it is better than relying on pharmacies alone. One day, I have to rely on begging to make a living."

His answer was simple and objective, neither exaggerated nor derogatory, nor flattering. The most worrying and worrying issue of a businessman in troubled times won Dong Zhihai's trust.

While talking, Hawthorne pinched Dong Zhihai's acupuncture points, such as Hukou, Yintang, etc., regardless of whether it was useful or not, he just tried to make up for his shortcomings with diligence and do his best.

Dong Zhihai was still curling his body, and the sweat on his forehead continued to increase, and it seemed that the pain was further enhanced.

"Boss." Hawthorne, who was waiting endlessly, heard Ouyang Lei's voice.

Aunt Wang majestic and ordered the soldiers to open the iron lock in the cell, and Ouyang Lei bent down and entered the cell.

Hawthorne noticed that Dong Zhihai glared at Aunt Wang very quickly, as if warning her performance.

He pretended to be busy and helped Dong Zhigang up, focusing on his illness, and had no time to take care of him.

Ouyang Lei put down the medicine box on his shoulders and squatted in front of Dong Zhigang.

He is a pure doctor. He was entrusted by his boss and was far more interested in difficult and complicated diseases than why his boss is locked up here.

"Does it hurt here?" He pressed his fingers near his navel.

"It hurts, it can be tolerated."

"Where is here?"

"It hurts a lot."

"here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"here?"

"It hurts, it's normal."

Ouyang Lei's fingers circled his stomach for a whole circle, and carefully pressed all the places he could touch.

Dong Zhihai did not give much hope. He had hope for the doctor in front of him to relieve his pain.

"What have you eaten?" Ouyang Lei's question was very casual, and he could understand the meaning of this sentence at will.

For example, I ate unclean things yesterday, and today I ate spoiled and rotten things.

Dong Zhihai casually replied: "No?"

"No?" Ouyang Lei raised Dong Zhihai's wrist and took his pulse.

"Please open your mouth." Ouyang Lei observed Dong Zhihai's tongue coating.

Then, he sighed and said to Hawthorne: "Sorry, boss, I can't treat this patient."

"Why?" Hawthorne vaguely understood in his heart, and he still had to ask.

"I can't cure my illness." Ouyang Lei moved to the left and began to clean up his medicine box.

Dong Zhihai looked deeply at Ouyang Lei who bent down and lowered his head, and slowly said: "I was given a medicine by someone, and I often had abdominal pain symptoms."

Ouyang Lei continued to pack up the medicine box and replied coldly: "I don't know why the boss asked me to treat you. Since the boss asked me to come, I will do my best, but I can't do anything to patients who don't cooperate."

"I have told you that I have been taken down with a medicine." Dong Zhihai did not hurry and repeated the words just now.

He believed in Ouyang Lei's medical skills halfway.

By pressing the five fingers, catching the pulse and observing the tongue coating, this traditional Chinese medicine revealed the cause of his disease.

I don't know if he can see the others.

Ouyang Lei closed the medicine box, carried it on his shoulder, and nodded at Hawthorne: "Boss Huo, sorry, I'm leaving."

When he stepped to the fence, he turned his head and said to Dong Zhihai: "I really don't want to talk to you anymore, but I can't insult Boss Huo's reputation. I would like to remind you that you have suffered injuries and the antidote you took, which is not right.

If you take the medicine, change it as soon as possible, it may be better.”

After saying that, he walked firmly, walked out of the cell, and walked out alone along the way.

Aunt Wang silently asked Dong Zhihai for instructions.

Dong Zhihai closed his eyes.

Aunt Wang brought out a wooden box, put some wine and dishes in it, and placed it in front of Dong Zhihai.

Hawthorne smelled the fragrance and remembered that he hadn't eaten yet at night, and his stomach was so hungry that he was rumbled.

The other prisoners in the same cell stared at the dishes in the wooden box with hungry eyes, and they couldn't help but squeaking their mouths.

Dong Zhihai left Hawthorne's chest with his back, made a clearing space, pointed to the things inside the wooden box and said, "You eat it, my stomach hurts, I can't eat it."

Hawthorne looked at the food and patted his stomach with a smile: "That's so thankful. I haven't eaten at night and I'm already hungry."

He picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and swallowed them voraciously.

This meal is the best meal he has eaten in recent times, with a full range of colors, fragrance and taste.

"How is it? Aunt Wang's food is good, right?" Dong Zhihai looked at Hawthorne's actions and asked.

"Of course, I haven't gotten married, so I'm just making do with the meals. If I could eat a little casually on the side of the road, this meal would be so delicious."

While he was talking, he ate half of the food, especially the meat and vegetables, and was reimbursed.

The rest was because he had prepared too much, and he could not finish it anyway.

Aunt Wang packed up the wooden box and looked at Dong Zhihai: "Zhihai, I'll leave first. I'll find Mr. Bian tomorrow and pick you out as soon as possible."

Dong Zhihai waved his hand, and just as his palms incited him, the two of them conveyed a meaningful look to each other.

Aunt Wang carried the wooden box out of the cell. Hawthorne, who was full of wine and food, stretched out her legs and posed in a comfortable position on the grass, ready to go to bed.

At this moment, two soldiers hurried over, opened the door, pulled Hawthorne, and directly pulled out of the prison.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Hawthorne stood up, looked at Dong Zhihai, and then looked at the two soldiers, speaking in a weak tone.

"trial."

"Interrogation? Haven't I tried it?"

"So much nonsense, second trial." The soldiers' tone was not good. They were originally full of complaints when working in the middle of the night. When they met someone who talked too much, they would not get angry.

"Go away!" A soldier kicked Hawthorne in the butt.

Hawthorne's voice trembled: "I won't shoot me, are you?"

His figure was reluctant to disappear at the corner ahead.

Dong Zhihai yawned a lot and didn't take medicine tonight. The pain in his stomach was not that strong. He should have a good sleep.

The doctor named Ouyang Lei all saw the cause of his illness.

After going out, you must become his attending doctor.

Hawthorne walked into the interrogation room for the second time in one day, and he was not at ease.

He had already told Dong Zhihai about the identity of the pharmacy owner, but his identity as the secret service could no longer be displayed. What should he use to save his life if something unexpected happened?

In the interrogation room, there were a thin and thin major man sitting, looking at Hawthorne with cunning eyes, and his feminine voice was like a woman: "What are you doing?"

"Sir, I have already told you that my name is Hawthorne, the owner of Anxin Pharmacy. I keep the ID at home. If I don't believe it, I can take you back to get it, or you can ask someone to go to the pharmacy to verify it."

Hawthorne was confused about his second arraignment.

According to the experience he has accumulated in the secret service, no particular suspicion or valuable person is worthy of a big fight and retrial overnight.

Unless someone asks, or the person on duty is really bored, look for excitement.

"Sir, you are arresting the Communist Party. I am really abide by the law." Hawthorne began to use his interrogation skills to cliché.

"Who said that he would arrest the Communist Party?" Major Hei Shou asked.

"Hehe," Hawthorne smiled twice, he patted his forehead, and Lang Li replied: "To be honest, I was caught when I came out for dinner. At the beginning, I lied to your soldiers and said that I was a soldier. The sentry said that he suspected that I was Tonggong.

Component, aren’t you the Communist Party you arrested?”

"You still dare to pretend to be a soldier?" Major Hei Skinny's tone was not known as praise or ridicule.

"I have met all kinds of people in business. To be honest, few people dare to mess with soldiers. They say they are used to it and it is difficult to change their words for a while." Hawthorne looked ashamed and was short of breath in front of the main owner.

The black and thin major laughed like a duck, pointed at Hawthorne with one finger and said, "You are not brave, you are a good guy to cheat. I tell you, if you caught dozens of people today, you are lucky and told the truth. If you come, take him back."

There is no substantive content in this interrogation.

Hawthorne was sent back to the cell by soldiers, and more than a dozen people were basically asleep.

He lay in a small open space, adjusted his sleeping position, and tried his best to avoid the people around him.

Under the light of the burning asphalt torch of Zilala, he repeated the words of the Black Skinny Major in his mind.
To be continued...