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Three hundred and fiftieth chapters wound medicine(2/2)

These beggars are very young, seven or eight years old. They can’t find anything to do if they want to work hard to make a living, so they can only beg along the street.

"Thank you, boss."

The little beggar responded with a smile and began to eat. While eating, he said slutty, "Someone asked me to tell the boss lady that the entrance to the kitchen was facing the street. He could hear the movements with strong ears. The blood on the apron was not cleaned up. Please change it quickly."

Boss lady:!!

The little beggar flipped the broken pocket on his chest and poured it on the table. Several bottles and jars fell from it. Each one was labeled with a label on it, which was obviously a trauma medicine.

After falling down, the little beggar put his pocket on his back, wiped his mouth, and turned around and ran away.

The boss's wife didn't catch him, and looked down at the apron first. Sure enough, she saw some blood stains under her. She trembled all over, and held all the medicine in her arms, and went straight into the cellar from the entrance of the kitchen.

Her cellar has four exits and three entrances, which is quite safe.

Only two candles were lit inside, which was very dark. The three big men squeezed together, and they looked a little tired and injured.

Luo Minsheng was lying on the straw mat, his cheeks flushed and the heat on his forehead was hot.

The boss's wife pushed the medicine to everyone's eyes and briefly said what had happened just now, everyone looked at each other.

"Can it be...our people?"

Although the Red Party is in a bad situation now, it is obvious that it is not just a few of them in Qindao, but definitely has its own people.

The boss lady thought for a long time and shook her head: "Not sure, but she doesn't look like an enemy."

Everyone was silent and looked at the medicine.

After a while, Luo Minsheng was twitching all over, and one of them said, "For him, it's like this anyway, it's a good medicine, that's just right, it's not a good medicine. Could it be that Lao Luo has a way out if he doesn't use it?"

Those people have extremely strict drug control. In their current state, it is unrealistic to go out to buy medicine and go to the hospital to see a doctor.

As soon as the man clenched his fist, he slowly reached out to pick up the medicine. According to the usage, he applied one bottle externally, one bottle internally, and one bottle for Lao Luo to hold under his tongue.

"If the other party wants to harm us, why bother with it? Just report it directly."

After only half an hour of use of the medicine, Luo Minsheng's fever subsided. He woke up and opened his eyes and smiled: "What medicine did you use for me? The wound was cold and it didn't hurt much."

Everyone was overjoyed.

"Lao Luo, you wake up. If you don't wake up, we will lose the backbone and feel uneasy."

As soon as he woke up, everyone thought about transferring as soon as possible, but before he could prepare, he actually heard that Liu Wenli was... dead.

His people were hung on the walls.

The boss's wife couldn't believe it.
Chapter completed!
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