Chapter 1123: He Almost Cried to Death

As a novice doctor, Mu Wenxu was inevitably a bit slow in his first time acting as the attending physician.

Mu Yiguan Mu was anxious and irritable, restless, as if there were nails under his butt. If it weren't for Chen Guanlou's firm suppression, he would have rushed to the Grade C prison long ago.

No matter how slow, there was a result.

A prison guard went to the office to report that the few injured patients had all been treated and requested Mu Yiguan Mu to inspect them.

"Master, this time you can't continue to stop this old man."

Chen Guanlou looked at the anxious little old man and laughed out loud, "Let's go together! I also want to see the medical level of my niece's husband-to-be and whether he is qualified to be a medical officer in the future."

The two went down to the Grade C prison together.

Mu Wenxu stood on the side like a student about to be tested, honest and disciplined, waiting for the final result. Whether they lived or died depended on this.

Mu Yiguan Mu entered the cell and inspected them one by one.

He asked questions while inspecting.

Mu Wenxu answered the theoretical knowledge fluently, and his use of medicine was also skillful. At this stage, the atmosphere was still harmonious.

Mu Yiguan Mu inspected the treatment of the wounds and frowned instantly; clearly, theory does not equal practice, and he was very dissatisfied.

"Do you think this will work? If you treat it this way, how many days will it take to heal, and how much more medical material will be needed? Do it again!"

Mu Yiguan Mu transformed from a loving grandfather into a strict teacher; the transition between the two identities was so smooth.

Mu Wenxu listened obediently and started cleaning the wounds and applying medicine again.

The prisoner suffered secondary pain, wanting to die.

Chen Guanlou said to the prisoner, "Be quiet, what are you afraid of, a big man? If you perform well, I'll give you extra meals these few days. If you mess around and affect Dr. Mu, I'll send you to the torture room to experience it again."

Once these words were spoken, even if they were cutting flesh, the prisoner gritted his teeth and didn't dare to make a sound, let alone move around.

Treating illnesses in the Grade C prison, there was no anesthesia. Anesthesia is so valuable and rare!

Mu Yiguan Mu only extracted a small amount of anesthesia from poisonous mushrooms, which had to be used sparingly. For example, for prisoners in Grade A and Grade B prisons, anesthesia was given based on status.

For the next few days, the prisoners in the Grade C prison were also unlucky, being practiced on by Mu Wenxu every day. A straight-A student is a straight-A student; from the initial unfamiliarity to the later proficiency, it didn't take many days.

Worthy of being a descendant of a medical family; give him a chance and he can start a dyeing workshop.

Mu Yiguan Mu was in a good mood, walking with a breeze, smiling at everyone, his face almost smiling to pieces.

Only when he saw his nephew Mu Qingshan, his nose wasn't a nose, and his eyes weren't eyes. He found the other party shameful.

Mu Qingshan's skin had also been forged, "How am I shameful? Without my contrast, could Mu Wenxu stand out? Without my mediocrity, there wouldn't even be a standard for which child in the family is better or worse. Uncle, you should thank my mediocrity; with me as a benchmark, look, you are much more relaxed."

Mu Yiguan Mu was so angry he took off his shoe and swung it at the other party's face.

Was Mu Qingshan someone who would stand there and take a beating? A few years ago, he definitely was. Now, he ran faster than anyone.

Training in the Heavenly Prison for several years, he hadn't learned other skills, but he had learned slipperiness to the fullest.

Mu Yiguan Mu couldn't run, so he simply went to Chen Guanlou to complain.

Facing the most precious humanoid asset of the Heavenly Prison, Chen Guanlou stood unconditionally and completely on Mu Yiguan Mu's side, regardless of right or wrong, only standing on his side.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange chores for him so he won't even think about going home in the middle of the night. I must make him work until he's half-dead."

"No need to work him until he's half-dead." Mu Yiguan Mu was still soft-hearted, "Busy until midnight is enough; he still needs to be given some rest time. I noticed he's been a bit weak lately."

"He's weak not because of work, but because he drinks and sleeps with women every day. You know his problems; as soon as he has money, he can't help but shout and show off. Those people outside clearly treat him as a sucker; it's just that he feels good about himself."

Originally it was Mu Yiguan Mu complaining, but it turned into Chen Guanlou accusing. The identities were reversed.

Mu Yiguan Mu tried his best to maintain his nephew's face, "Classmate friendship still needs to be maintained; spending a little money is nothing."

"This is indulgence! Indulgence is a crime!" Chen Guanlou rebuked sternly, heartbroken, unable to bear looking, "Old Mu, children cannot be spoiled! When it's time to hit, you must never be soft-hearted."

Mu Yiguan Mu's mouth twitched, his expression indescribable. He really wanted to remind the other party that Mu Qingshan was older, an old guy, not a child! In two years, he could even be a grandfather.

But he said, "Yes, yes, yes, Master is right, children cannot be spoiled. Next time I will definitely teach him a lesson. For the sake of his weak body, Master, please arrange chores for him in moderation, don't really work him until he's half-dead."

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, "Don't worry, moderate, I understand. So much paperwork is enough to keep him busy for ten days or half a month."

Is the Heavenly Prison idle?

Very idle!

Is the Heavenly Prison busy?

If you really want to find things to do, there are endless chores every day, enough to make you vomit.

Mu Qingshan buried his head in the paperwork, almost vomiting! Endless paperwork, occasionally having to go down to the prison, one head and two big. He wished he could split himself in two.

Chen Guanlou was at ease as a hands-off manager, only busy when patrolling the prison.

Master Cao had deeply realized his mistake and wrote a self-criticism, handing it to Chen Guanlou personally.

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, under your education and care, I have deeply realized my problems. I guarantee to correct them and never commit them again. Can you let the prison guard brothers show mercy and at least give me a hot meal and a bowl of hot soup? I really don't want to drink swill porridge anymore. Woo woo..."

Sobbing, he cried miserably.

Chen Guanlou finished reading the self-criticism; the words were sincere, and he was very satisfied.

"What are you crying for! I didn't drag you to the torture room to repent. I told you long ago, once you're in, you have to follow the rules of the Heavenly Prison. You mess around all day long, so it's only right that you suffer a bit. Look at you, you've lost a circle in just a few days. Fine, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll let the kitchen staff restore your original meals."

"Thank you, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, thank you..."

Master Cao was so excited, excited to the point of tears, his hands trembling.

"When are you going out for some air and sun?" Chen Guanlou asked again.

"I don't need to go out for air for the time being."

"Hmm?" Chen Guanlou's expression was half-smiling.

Old Cao shivered instantly, grasping the spirit, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow I will go out for air and sun. I've been moldy lately; I really need to go out for air and sun to get rid of the moldy smell on my body. Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, you are truly far-sighted, wholeheartedly thinking for us criminal officials. The system of going out for air is really too good; I support it with both hands!"

"It's good that you can understand my painstaking efforts. Going out for air is to seek welfare for you. I can't let you really die in the cell. Mu Yiguan Mu said that high temperatures can kill bad things on the body; it's fine to sunbathe more. Don't worry, even if you serve ten or twenty years, I guarantee you'll be strong and healthy when you get out!"

Old Cao cried to death!

Serving ten or twenty years, he actually had the nerve to say it. ===== CHAPTER 1124 =====