This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 160 Dignity is Ridiculous

Shen Qingyou was completely scared. When the old doctor came to check, he thought he was going to be tortured again. He was so scared that his body trembled and he crawled into the haystack. It was not until the jailer yelled at him that he dared not move and forced himself to calm down.

Fortunately, his sanity finally began to return, and Shen Qingyou realized that this person was here to treat his injuries, and he slowly began to cooperate.

Because Shen Qingyou was the suspect that Yin Kuangzhi had specifically pointed out, the jailer did not dare to let him die like that, and he also cooperated with the old doctor's request.

Soon, an oil lamp and a bucket of hot water were delivered, as well as a washbasin and relatively clean towels.

At first, the old doctor was very afraid that the murderer would suddenly attack and hurt people, but when he saw Shen Qingyou's face and saw that he was so frightened and uneasy, he calmed down and the mentality of curing diseases and saving lives gradually took over.

Shen Qingyou was only wearing a white lining, but white was no longer its original color and had already been stained with blood.

The old doctor helped Shen Qingyou undress bit by bit. He used the small pair of scissors taken out of the wooden box to cut open some parts that were stuck with blood clots. Then he filled a wooden basin with hot water and used a cloth to apply heat to melt the blood clots. Only then did he slowly undress Shen Qingyou.

The injuries on Shen Qingyou were mainly concentrated on his back and limbs. The old doctor was shocked by the injuries and couldn't help but look back at the jailer.

The jailer was knowledgeable and had seen many similar injuries, but those who were beaten so badly were mostly beaten to death, usually killed on the spot. This man was still alive, which showed that he was indeed a demon monk.

For example, if someone in the yamen was sentenced to dozens of lashes or something, if there was no hint from the superiors to go easy on him, and no additional arrangements outside the court, then most ordinary people would not be able to survive those dozens of lashes.

"It's okay, just yell a few times, let me know you're still alive, and let you know that you're still alive, ah"

The doctor said something, changed the basin of hot water, washed the cloth and began to clean Shen Qingyou's wounds. However, since there were wounds all over her back and legs, it was equivalent to cleaning her body.

"His ho."

Shen Qingyou, who had been enduring the pain, finally couldn't help but make some noise.

Shen Qingyou, an idol artist who pays the most attention to his image, no longer feels any shame about his current almost exposed way. The old doctor was right about one thing, at least he is still alive.

After cleaning for a long time, the place was finally almost clean. The old doctor looked at Shen Qingyou, who seemed to be looking at him with confusion and helplessness in his eyes.

"Doctor Ge, please hurry up. As long as he's not dead, there's no need to treat him so well!"

The old doctor did not look back at the jailer. He had been meeting Shen Qingyou for such a long time that he felt from his expression that this man was probably not an evil monk. However, the unjust cases in the government were not something he could deal with. All he could do was cure diseases and save lives.

"It's time to apply the medicine, just bear with it!"

After saying this, the old doctor started applying the medicine.

"Uh-huh."

Shen Qingyou clutched the straw tightly, his whole body trembling. The pain this time seemed to be even more intense than when he was beaten.

After treating other injuries, the doctor finally looked at Shen Qingyou's right calf. The flesh on the thigh was thick and not easy to break, so the thugs from Hualou broke his calf directly.

The unusual swelling and abnormal angle at the site of the leg fracture had already attracted the doctor's attention.

"Hold it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny old doctor grabbed Shen Qingyou's calf with both hands, and with a clean and neat bone-setting technique, he had adjusted the leg bone to the normal angle in the blink of an eye.

Shen Qingyou's body was convulsing again due to the pain, but he didn't dare to make any big movements. He knew that this person was saving him!

The jailer found a few wooden sticks and a broken old shackle, and the old doctor used them as a splint to fix Shen Qingyou's calf.

After doing all this, the old doctor's clothes were already half wet and his forehead was covered with sweat, not only because of Shen Qingyou's many injuries and conditions, but also because of the environment in the dungeon.

However, the old doctor did not get up immediately. Instead, he took out the bamboo tube he was carrying, gulped down some water, then shook it. When he felt that the amount of water was enough, he picked up some salt and some medicine powder from the medicine box and sprinkled them into the bamboo tube. After shaking it a few times, he put the bamboo tube to Shen Qingyou's mouth.

The old doctor didn't even need to say anything. Shen Qingyou, who had been thirsty for a long time, struggled to hold the bamboo tube in her mouth. Then the old doctor slowly tilted the bamboo tube and poured the slightly salty and bitter water into Shen Qingyou's mouth.

No matter whether the water tasted strange or not, to Shen Qingyou it was sweet dew, and he drank it "gulp gurgle".

However, the water in the bamboo tube was limited, and Shen Qingyou was not allowed to drink much. He drank about half of the bamboo tube before the water was gone.

The old doctor then put away the bamboo tube.

"Okay! I still need to change the dressing regularly. It's best to apply medicine on my legs as well, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."

The jailer said impatiently.

"Alright, alright. It doesn't matter if his legs are okay or not. As long as he's not dead, it's fine. Go out and get your money!"

The old doctor shook his head, stood up with the organized wooden box, and walked out of the prison door with the jailer who picked up the lamp.

Shen Qingyou was almost unable to move at this moment, but he still made a sound.

"Thank you. Thank you, Doctor Ge."

The doctor's surname is Ge. This is what the jailer called out when he urged him impatiently several times. Shen Qingyou didn't dare to say much from beginning to end, but just took note silently. At this moment, he couldn't help but express his gratitude. He was really a lifesaver. He not only treated his injuries, but also gave him that sip of water!

The old doctor looked back at Shen Qingyou, then left with the jailer. One jailer stayed behind to lock the door. After a series of clanging sounds, the cell became quiet again.

Afterwards, Shen Qingyou lay there in a daze, or maybe he was already unconscious.

I don’t know how long it took, but Shen Qingyou woke up in a daze. Of course, he didn’t wake up on his own, but was woken up by someone, who called him and hit him with something.

"Hey, senior brother, wake up quickly, senior brother!" In a corner of the cell over there, someone kept calling towards Shen Qingyou. That person couldn't see the situation in the cell next to him, but seemed to know where Shen Qingyou was lying.

While calling out, the man was holding something in his hand and stretched out his hand to throw it over there.

"pat~"

Something hit Shen Qingyou's back, and the intense pain suddenly woke him up.

"hiss"

The wound now seems to no longer cause so much continuous pain, or Shen Qingyou has become so numb to this kind of pain that he can fall asleep, but he is extremely sensitive to touch.

Hearing the sound of Shen Qingyou breathing, the other party knew that he was awake and immediately worked harder.

"Brother, are you awake? Eat something quickly. Look around you. I threw it over there."

Perhaps it was because he slept for too long, or perhaps it was because the doctor's medicine took effect, or perhaps it was because he drank that little water, Shen Qingyou was still able to move. He instinctively looked around and found some noodles that seemed to be laid out.

Shen Qingyou picked up one of the pieces with trembling hands. It was some kind of dry biscuit that looked dirty.

Shen Qingyou didn't eat it immediately, but he didn't throw it away either. He tried his best to collect the few cakes around him and put them away. He now had a low fever, felt weak all over, had no appetite, and was just very thirsty.

"Brother, hold on, hold on, I still have some food, if you want to talk, please do so."

"Shui Shui."

When Shen Qingyou opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse. It seemed that his voice was hoarse after a deep sleep.

"Oh, I don't have any more water here, and it's hard to give it to you. Next time the jailer brings water, I'll leave some for you."

Shen Qingyou stopped talking, but the person on the other end was still talking. He didn't remember much of what was said, mainly because he spoke very fast and couldn't understand a lot of it. Most of the time, he was just trying to get close to someone.

And Shen Qingyou understood one thing, that the other party regarded him as some big shot.

He was tortured but didn't die, and they still called a doctor for treatment. It was obvious that they didn't get the information they wanted and were afraid that the important prisoner would die. This kind of person is in Foguang Temple and it is very likely that he has real skills.

The person imprisoned over there thought that if there was someone capable of escaping, he might be able to save him at the same time.

However, Shen Qingyou knew very well that he had no ability at all, so naturally he could not respond.
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The days in the dungeon were like years. There wasn't much light to see every day. Only when the sun was right could a little sunlight shine in through the ventilation windows high up.

The food I eat every day is also small and disgusting.

Although Shen Qingyou's injuries were cured, he also experienced critical situations such as high fever, blurred consciousness, swollen legs and pus, and was once thought to be dying by the jailers several times.

But for some reason, Shen Qingyou was lucky enough to survive and even gradually regain his ability to move. However, it seemed that the recovery of his right leg would take a long time.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A jailer came over carrying two wooden barrels, and the jailer in front hit the fences along the way with a spoon.

"Come on, it's time to eat, take out your dog bowls--"

As the jailer shouted this, almost all the prisoners in the cells on both sides quickly lay down in front of the fence, placed their wooden bowls in front of the fence, and lay there without daring to get up, because the jailer liked to see the prisoners in this posture.

Shen Qingyou is no exception. He had long since put aside his dignity. As for the pride and burden of an idol artist, what a ridiculous thing!

However, because the serious criminals were all in the back and the capacity of the wooden barrel was limited, there was often less food at the back.

Moreover, serious criminals are dangerous after all, and it is difficult for the jailers to manage them if they eat too much. So by the time they reach the depths of the prison, there is not much left in the two wooden barrels.

"Chaye, Chaye"

Shen Qingyou lay on the ground with his hands holding a wooden bowl and stretched out of the fence, looking at the jailer with anticipation. He had learned acting skills in school, but he didn't show much during the filming, but now he had to try his best. The anticipation and fear were seven parts real, and the other three parts were to make the jailer see more clearly, because he knew that the other party liked this feeling.

"Ah, you are still a sensible boy!"

The jailer scooped a large spoonful of porridge for Shen Qingyou and covered it with half a Hu pancake, which was his meal for the day.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"

Shen Qingyou hurriedly thanked him, then put the wooden bowl back into the fence. He no longer thought about the ingredients of the paste, nor did he worry about its shape and smell. He took out two small wooden sticks as chopsticks and began to eat voraciously.

"Why? Why should I give him so much? This is all I have."

"Why am I just soup? This bastard is not fair—"

"You bastard, if you dare to yell again, you'll lose tomorrow's share. If you yell twice, you won't be allowed to eat for three days—"

At this time, the noise in the prison had no effect on Shen Qingyou at all. He just kept eating and then crawled to the other end of the cell, where someone brought out half a Hu pancake.

"Brother, please eat."

Shen Qingyou didn't hesitate at all. He reached out from the cell and grabbed the Hu Bing, then wolfed it down again. Then he lay on the ground and gasped.

"Hehehe. Hehehehe."

After lying there for a while, Shen Qingyou laughed silently, and a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
(End of this chapter)