My girlfriend is from 1949

Clang!

The cell door slammed shut, and the prison guard turned and walked out, carrying the keys.

It's already late at night, and he should go to the lounge for a late-night snack.

When Section Chief Zhang came over, he brought everyone peanuts and roast chicken.

This is why everyone likes Zhang Hailin and respects him.

Besides having powerful connections, he also frequently bought cigarettes, alcohol, and food for everyone, which naturally made him popular.

Six Fingers sat on the single bed, took out a cigarette, and handed one out.

He laughed and said, "Scholar, have one!"

The middle-aged man on the opposite bed, wearing glasses and looking quite refined, was an economic criminal.

It is said that he resold 3,000 tons of reserve grain.

After his crimes were exposed, he voluntarily surrendered himself to the police and was sentenced to two years in prison.

Unfortunately, he squandered all the stolen money and couldn't recover it.

Although their family property was confiscated, his wife still pays a sum of money to Tilanqiao Prison every month.

I heard it was raised by relatives from my hometown.

So he stayed in a double room, where he could eat white flour steamed buns and rice, and occasionally they would send him chicken, duck, fish and meat from outside.

This guy is considerate; he always shares his food with Six Fingers.

The two had a good relationship, and with Six Fingers looking after him, no one dared to bully him.

The scholar lit a cigarette and asked with a smile, "Sixth Brother, you've been smiling ever since you came back. What wonderful news has happened?"

Whew~.

Six Fingers leaned against the wall, exhaling a puff of smoke: "Yeah, there's definitely good news. I've met a benefactor!"

The scholar was a clever man; he simply smiled and asked no further questions.

After all, if the other person has something good to share and really wants to share it, they will continue the conversation along that line.

If you don't bring it up, asking again will be pointless.

Six Fingers sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

He carefully reviewed what Section Chief Zhang had just said in his mind, and there was some truth to it.

It's not surprising at all that they would deliberately find excuses to get funding from higher authorities and then take the opportunity to embezzle it.

It's been like this since the days of the police, so it's nothing unusual.

If we don't do it that way, people will suspect that someone so honest and upright might be a member of the underground Communist Party.

Therefore, there was no flaw in the reason given by Zhang Hailin.

My only concern is whether they will keep their promise after the deal is done.

They even worried that they might kill him in the hospital!

After all, in Shanghai today, human life is cheap, and killing someone is too easy.

Afterwards, he threw it on the roadside, and it was taken away as a beggar who had starved to death in the middle of the night.

No one asked, no one cared, and no one knew who was being taken away.

Who cares?

This is also his biggest concern.

However, considering her future situation, whether she would sleep on the floor like those unattended prisoners, or take this opportunity to be released on medical parole and regain her freedom, she remained unconvinced.

Even a child with their big toe knows how to choose.

Moreover, Zhang Hailin had already told him the plan, which meant he was already on a sinking ship.

Even if you don't get involved, you might be silenced for knowing the secrets of the corruption.

So at this point, there is really no other choice.

Six Fingers took a deep drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall.

I glanced at my roommate, who was lying on the bed, asleep with his face to the wall.

Take out the small paper packet, tilt your head back and pour the powder into your mouth.

He even took a sip of water and swallowed it all.

Then sit quietly and wait for the medicine to take effect.

Two hours later, my stomach started rumbling.

When dawn broke, Six Fingers was pale and lay in bed, too weak to even lift his hand.

Although his roommate, Xiucai, had already called the prison guards, they only glanced at him, said "wait" and left.

Six Fingers lay on the bed, mentally cursing Zhang Hailin's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even have the strength to speak now, and can only lie on the bed groaning.

It wasn't until 9 a.m., when Zhang Hailin arrived at work as usual, that he received the report.

Instantly, the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed and turned up.

They called the doctor and hurriedly headed to the prison cell.

Zhang Hailin and several prison guards stood at the door, their fingers covering their noses.

He stood outside the cell and watched.

A moment later, the doctor came out.

Zhang Hailin hurriedly asked, "Doctor, what's wrong? What's the illness?"

The doctor removed his mask: "The patient is showing signs of dehydration and must be taken to the hospital as soon as possible!"

Zhang Hailin hurriedly asked, "Old Wang, what illness does he have?"

Dr. Wang's eye twitched as he touched the pocket of his white coat, finding brand-new core-spun stockings.

He said seriously, "I suspect it's malaria, but further confirmation is needed. Regardless, I recommend disinfecting all cells!"

Instantly, the expressions of the people present changed.

Malaria, that's a deadly disease!

In this day and age, quinine, a treatment for malaria, is as expensive as gold!

They weren't worried about the prisoners, but rather about themselves getting infected and not having the money to buy medicine!

Even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy it in the current situation.

The hospital certainly has reserves in reserve, but whether they can be used by these lower-level staff is another matter.

Moreover, malaria is an infectious disease that could potentially spread to family members and children.

The money that the family will need to spend at that time will be beyond what they can afford at their level.

If it really comes to that, there's no other way but to wait for death.

"Old Wang, take some men and get him to the hospital immediately!"

Zhang Hailin made orderly arrangements and sent Liuzhi to the hospital.

He turned to look at the prison guards, his face clearly showing fear of malaria.

With a solemn expression, he promised, "We're all family. No matter what happens, I'll stand up for you all. If you and your families are unfortunately infected, I'll take care of the quinine situation!"

No one knew the cause of the diarrhea better than him; it was simply that some other antidiarrheal medication had been added to the croton powder.

It is not contagious at all and has nothing to do with malaria.

So why not do favors without spending a penny to win people's hearts?

"Thank you, Section Chief Zhang!"

"Section Chief Zhang still takes good care of the brothers."

"From now on, I'll sell my life to Section Chief Zhang!"

Several prison guards looked excited and hurriedly swore their loyalty.

After arranging for people to clean the cells, Zhang Hailin quickly walked towards the office area.

Entering the warden's office, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother-in-law, things are done. I've arranged for the entire prison area to be disinfected tonight! It's up to you to invite them all over for dinner tonight."

Chen Muzheng nodded and picked up the phone on the table.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and said, "I'll go and inform them myself!"

According to the plan, we will take advantage of the virus removal process tonight to save lives.

Everyone at the section chief level or above would receive an invitation from the warden to have dinner.

Now that he's personally going to invite them one by one, who would dare refuse him?

Once the people in charge are all away, we can take advantage of the night to rescue them!

Today is May 5th, the deadline given by Du Hengtai. The rescue operation must be carried out no matter what!