Chapter 8 Torture from the soul! Just when Meng Fan was still thinking about why he didn’t use the knife. Hygienists use a knife to pus-filled pustules. Physus and blood were everywhere. You have to wear a cotton mask in advance, otherwise your face will be splattered with blood. On the other hand, Meng Fan's painful veins bulged out, especially in the follow-up, when the knife kept stirring back and forth in the flesh. The pain was so painful that he fainted. The two men who were pressing Meng Fan were sweating profusely. They didn’t expect that Meng Fan could have such great strength. “You little thing, I didn’t realize how powerful it was.” Milong wiped his sweat and finally knew why he was called in.
Just the brutal force just now, most people really can't hold it down. "It's a pity. It would be nice if there were anesthetics, but that thing is really difficult to do." Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but sigh when he saw Meng Fanxiao still twitching. Milong answered in a timely manner. “As for narcotics, they are all worth gold. They have a price but no market. You can’t buy them.” “It seems like you are quite well-connected.” At this time, the hygienist finally dug out all the rotten flesh in the pustules, and the original pus and blood had turned into fresh blood. At this point, it’s almost done. The next step is to apply medicine, sprinkle with gold sore medicine, wrap it in gauze, and finally take out the needle and **** the buttocks hard. Looking at it, Milong subconsciously took a step back. Despite his age, he still has an inexplicable fear of injections. No matter how old they are, men all have a fear of injections. Even the veterinarian was frightened. On the other hand, Cun Yunsheng seemed very calm and said with a smile on his face. “I didn’t see it, you are still afraid of injections.” "Tch, who's afraid of injections? This is just the first time I've seen it." Milong said stiffly. “Where did you get this plate of Nicilin? Last time I saw it on the black market, there were boxes of large yellow croakers. Is his life worth such a good medicine?” Milong obviously knew the prices on the black market very well. Looking at the whole box of penicillin, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. A big yellow croaker, how many years of service do they have to do to save it? Just look at the veterinarians on the side and you will know that this thing has a huge impact on ordinary people.
"No matter how good the medicine is, it's just medicine. It's gone if people's lives are gone." Cun Yunsheng said seriously. "I just feel that this magical medicine was in vain. They are all cannon fodder and their lives are ruined. It's really not worth it for those who can sacrifice their lives for a few oceans." Milong said sadly. “Well, he is my loyal **** now, so he is not dead.” Cun Yunsheng said angrily. “Tuanzuo, this leg can be saved, but it still needs three days of injections to prevent postoperative infection.” The hygienist stood up after finishing his work, wiped his sweat, and said to Cun Yunsheng. "Well, give these to you, and give them to the soldiers outside to check them all. Treat those who are sick and treat them. If you need anything, tell me." Cun Yunsheng warned again. “Yes, Tuanzuo.” The health worker nodded and responded quickly. At this moment, the Mysterious Dragon Master really couldn't understand each other. If Meng Fanxiao was of some value, then many of the cannon fodder outside were not worth the price of this box of medicine. To put it bluntly, the price of a large yellow croaker costs several lives. Is there really such a good commander in this world? Thinking of all the past events, Mi Long was a little confused for a while. “Do you want to guard your shabby canteen for the rest of your life?” Suddenly, Cun Yunsheng’s words made Milong jump up again. “What do you mean? My canteen can at least guarantee that I can enjoy spicy food, and at least I don’t have to eat grass like the people outside.” “How much profit can your canteen make?” Hearing this, Mi Long wanted to argue with the other party and explain how profitable his canteen was. The results of it? Cun Yunsheng did not give him this chance. "Don't you want to take revenge? Don't you want to fight back to the four eastern provinces?" “Are you just willing to open a canteen here?” “Are you willing to be called cannon fodder?” “You always say that Li Liansheng has disgraced the four provinces of Dongbei, but haven’t you yourself been disgraced?” The torture of his soul left Mi Long at a loss of what to say. Looking at the silent Mi Long, Cun Yunsheng knew that his heart was moved, and then asked again. “Don’t you want revenge?” “Are you worthy of those brothers who died?” “Although Li Liansheng has lost many battles, he always thinks about revenge. I don’t see this in you.” "Who said that? I think about revenge every day." Milong suddenly stiffened his neck and defended. “Well, I only saw two words from you, bad.” Although Milong was a little confused by Cun Yunsheng’s words for a moment, he understood them carefully. But his face couldn't help but change. He wanted to defend, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Because everything Cun Yunsheng said is right.
It seems that life in the canteen has dampened his ambition. Although I often scold Li Liansheng, compared to him, I am really not as good as him. “Come with me. In addition to ensuring that you eat well and drink spicy food every day, I will also ensure that you will be killed by Japanese soldiers.” Cun Yunsheng advised again. To be honest, Mi Long is basically very tempted by this point, but still a little hesitant. “Can you give me some time to think about it? Damn it, I’m in a mess right now.” "Okay, no problem, but there won't be this store after passing this village." Cun Yunsheng did not urge the other party to express his position. In fact, when all the defeated troops around him were brought under his command, the Mysterious Dragon would come even if it did not come. Since there is no one left, his black market cannot be opened. It's just that Milong hasn't reacted yet. After solving the problem of Meng Fan's lameness and taking in the Mysterious Dragon, Cun Yunsheng was in a very good mood. A few difficult thorns have been solved, and the rest are little Kalami. However, Cun Yunsheng was a little embarrassed when he thought that the next recruitment would require a lot of money. Because he refused the position of leader of the main force, it is impossible for the family to support him anymore. So you have to rely on yourself for everything. I can’t help but feel worried when I think that I still have those few small yellow croakers. ‘Is it really necessary to give away penicillin? ’ Although there is a black market for this stuff, as Mi Long said, there is a price but no market. Not many people can afford it. So he had to find a way to get some money. “Selling equipment?” For a moment, Cun Yunsheng thought of selling equipment. But how much can it be sold for that little thing? It’s not enough to pay the army. "Forget it, don't think about it so much. Today's tree felling is not finished yet." Cun Yunsheng took a deep breath, and then a thought came to his mind. The giant ax struck at the big tree in the sky. “M1 Garand rifle*50, five thousand bullets.” “Holy shit, your character has exploded?” Looking at the weapons and equipment on the floor, Cun Yunsheng felt a little dizzy. How could half a company of weapons be dealt with just like that? Thank you all for your votes, rewards and support, thank you, thank you very much, thank you from the bottom of my heart!
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