How cruel is the martial arts treatment for scabies?
Si Baozi first winked at a prisoner, and then with a wave of his hand, four or five prisoners jumped on Qu Guang and held him down. At this time, Si Baozi handed the linen cloth over, and the prisoner took it.
Lay the linen cloth flat on the scabies and squeeze it hard...
puff!
When countless pus and secretions appeared, the whole cell smelled...
At that time, Qu Guang's face turned purple, and he tensed his body and kicked his legs forward, just like he was kicking before he died. His whole body was still pressed against the bed, and he was suspended in the air.
"I said, Mr. Qu, if you can't stand it, please say something. I don't care whether I treat you or not. Anyway, I'm not the one lying on the bed in the middle of the night screaming in pain..."
Qu Guangming knew that these people were harming him, but he still gritted his teeth and groaned: "Treat him!"
Can he not be treated?
This is a disease. If you cure it in advance, you can feel comfortable for a while. So who wouldn’t choose to feel comfortable for a while?
"Okay, just say this."
Si Baozi took off his cloth shoes and held them in his hands. He didn't care that the prisoner hadn't finished squeezing out the pus on Qu Guang's buttocks. He just rounded his arms - bang!
This shows the benefit of spreading linen cloth on the buttocks. This will attack countless scabies on the entire buttocks. If you don't spread it like a dick, pus will splash all over the room. The key is that it is contagious.
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Michiko covered her nose, stared into the cell and asked Xu Ruifeng: "Is this what you wanted me to see?"
Xu Ruifeng was very calm. Even though this was the first time he had seen this scene, he still said steadily: "Don't worry, it's not over yet."
Bang bang bang!
Oh my god!
My heavenly grandma!
Qu Guang screamed completely, and his voice was no longer his own. The first sound came out and his throat was already split, and the subsequent sounds were divided into two parts.
After not much effort, Si Baozi was covered in sweat. Looking at Qu Guang again, his buttocks were swollen to two levels, one as tall as a mountain and the other as low as a hill.
"Throw sackcloth."
The prisoner tore off the linen cloth from Qu Guang's buttocks. Pus, blood, and secretions made the cloth and his buttocks stick together. Occasionally, fat particles could be seen, and the meat inside his buttocks was probably broken.
Already.
The prisoner over there was throwing linen cloth, and Si Baozi here took a look at his shoes, and the soles of them flew off: "Old Qu, these are my new shoes. It's the first time I put them on my feet today. After you finish treating the disease, you can wear them again."
It needs to be packed."
He said sarcastically that he had gone out and waited for a long time without hearing any reply. When he was young, he kicked his bare legs with his big bare feet. The prisoner looked at him and said, "Fourth brother, you fainted."
Si Baozi gritted his teeth and replied: "Wipe Mr. Qu's face. Why is his face covered with sweat?"
The freshly put linen cloth was wrapped with soap locust powder and patted directly on Qu Guang's face. When he wiped it down, Qu Guang gasped and lit up: "vomit~" He woke up with a throat. When he woke up, his lips hurt.
Shivering.
"Laoqu, why are you still asleep? Is this disease still curable?"
Without even saying a word, Sibaozi shouted out the door: "Minister Wang, we are not indiscriminately lynching people, this is really treating diseases. You keep telling me, who wants to do this? Our prison is not
Myrrh? You have to think of myrrh by yourself. We are prisoners, no one cares and no one hurts..."
Si Baozi picked up the soles of his shoes again...
At this time, Xu Ruifeng said to Michiko outside the prison: "Did you hear that? At present, many patients in this prison suffer from different degrees of disease, but we have not received any drugs from our subordinate units. In order to avoid
The prisoner communicates privately with the outside world and does not dare to ask his family to deliver medicine. Miss Michiko, if this continues, there will be big problems."
Michiko Kabakaba looked at him and asked: "Are you sure this is what you want me to relay?"
Lao Xu looked innocent: "Of course I'm sure, otherwise what would you be busy with for so long?"
"Fourth brother, there is blood."
After the pus and secretions were beaten out, a stream of dark blood gushed out from the wound, instantly moistening the entire rag. Seeing this, Sibaozi quickly gathered the linen cloth together, sucked up the blood, and then handed the linen cloth over.
He said behind him: "Vote again."
This time it's not a matter of beating. When the blood appears, it means that the surface of the blood has been cleaned away, and the most miserable part of the torture comes next.
The linen cloth was thrown back again, and Si Baozi directly cut the wound. He put the cloth on his hands as a glove with soap locust powder on it, and rubbed it along the big pit on Qu Guang's buttocks, making a "chacha" sound like a bath.
ring.
"hiss!"
Qu Guang curled up in an instant. He originally planned to curl up into a ball, but the people holding him down did not agree. He lay on the bed with his butt sticking out, almost like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered after being raised.
"You are so cruel."
After Michiko said this, she turned around and left. At this moment, she couldn't stand it anymore.
Xu Ruifeng looked at Michiko's back and shouted: "Don't forget to say a few kind words to Major Miki."
Looking back, he saw Qu Guang lying on the bed and wailing even more fiercely.
"Master Xu, this Japanese girl is leaving, shall we stop?" Wang Dajiang's question made Si Baozi stop what he was doing and look at the door.
Xu Ruifeng said sternly: "What do you think I am doing? Is the disease cured?"
Si Baozi understood immediately, stretched out his hand and continued to rub hard. What he was rubbing was the meat, not the skin. It was the flesh that was rotten into pits after the skin flew away. Only the person involved knew how painful this was.
When Qu Guang saw Xu Ruifeng at the door, his head was covered with sweat, and he shouted to Xu Ruifeng: "Master Xu, please spare me, give me a chance!"
Xu Ruifeng said nothing and looked coldly, but he already said a thousand words in his heart.
Give you a chance?
Why should I give you a chance?
When you took people to have fun and have fun, did you ever think about giving Zhuyeqing a chance? When you kidnapped someone’s mother and let them die together, did you ever think about giving someone of the same clan a chance?
When you were looking for Zhang Hongyan to harm Mr. Li Shaoyang's grandson, did you ever think of saving some face for this respected old scholar?
Have you ever thought about giving all Chinese people a chance in front of the Japanese!
You don’t!
In Northern Manchuria, you were the one who shined the blood-stained military boots of the Japanese. In the world of martial arts, you were the one who was so damaged that the ancestral graves cracked and the tops of your heads oozed pus and the soles of your feet had sores. If you want a chance now, what?
Thought?
Xu Ruifeng didn't say a word, and he always carried out the principle of only doing too much and never talking too much.
That night, there was constant wailing in the prison.
That night, when Xu Ruifeng turned back to the office alone, he opened a bottle of wine and smiled while smiling.
He gave it all.
After Wen Wan, Lao Yaoying, and Gou Shengzi's family all left Beiman, Xu Ruifeng had nothing to fear. Miki would attack him sooner or later anyway, so why should he be submissive?
After his wish was granted, Xu Ruifeng only had one word left in his heart - do it!