If you get an acute illness in prison, it will be really fatal.

Somehow, I suddenly had a stomach perforation. In the Alcatraz Prison, this was fatal. There was no doctor or medicine here, and it was common for one or two prisoners to die.

But I was useful to these FBI employees, so Rice called Doctor Fox and rushed here with a phone call.

I asked Zuo Yi to ask the Rat Ghost King for help. While waiting, I endured the severe pain. If it weren't for my strong desire to survive, I would be afraid I would be dying of pain.

It took a while for Fox to arrive. The Rat Ghost King was close at hand. It arrived quickly and first opened my eyelids with its furry claws. Seeing the beads of sweat the size of soybeans on my forehead, he said, "It seems that only by asking the black magician can I relieve you of pain!"

It ordered a to invite the magician immediately, then took out a piece of mouse poop and stuffed it into my mouth. A sense of disgust arises naturally. I couldn't help but open my mouth and sprayed the food in my stomach.

Jefferson in the treatment room jumped aside, pinched his nose and called the nurse.

The caregivers here are also prisoners, but they are mildly mentally ill. The visitor was wearing a white tights, with a sharp-mouthed cheek, and a pair of small eyes staring at me. He also threw down his broom and a gray shovel and covered his nose.

"    up      here    quickly!        warden   is   ing!" After Jefferson gave the order, he hurried out of the treatment room.

The prisoner wore a mask and began to clean up the filth on the floor.

I was treating the discomfort on the bed. A ghost came in from outside the room, holding a piece of severity in my hand, making a low voice from the skin under my throat: "How do you feel, Iron Warrior?"

When I heard this sound, my whole body trembled. Isn’t this four foreshadowed by Nicholas Swan? Why is it still alive?

The visitor was Si Wang, the messenger of hell. I hurriedly endured the severe pain and asked: "Is this your punishment for me?"

The other party admitted: "Is that true?"

I immediately said, "This may kill me. You should be satisfied now, right?"

Si Wang did not answer, and I gritted my teeth and said, "My life is cheap, just take it. Perhaps watching me die of torture by pain will make you more happy!"

It still didn't respond, and suddenly reached out and grabbed my abdomen. My face changed so scared that I wanted to retreat, but I had nowhere to retreat.

Si Wang's sharp claws pierced into my abdomen and reached into my stomach and grabbed it hard. The pain was like a soul being torn apart. I opened my mouth, and a stream of hot blood mixed with gastric juice and rice and shrimps gushed out, all pouring on the caregiver.

The nurse dropped her tools and howled out of the treatment room.

A prison guard hurriedly chased after him, and the remaining prison guard rushed in. He saw the black blood on the ground and quickly reported to his superiors on the walkie-talkie.

The Hell Messenger retracted his sharp claws with satisfaction and turned around and floated out of the treatment room.

I lay beside the bed and continued to vomit, as if I wanted to vomit everything in my stomach, but in the end I vomited all the brown blood.

Jefferson rushed over and took out a hemostatic injection from the medicine box to inject my muscles.

The prison officer came with Lei Bo and Sally when he heard the news. Two prison guards pressed my limbs and Mess ordered Jefferson to inject my heart into the body to prevent me from dying from heart failure.

At this time, a question came out of the door: "Is the priest here to pray for him before the prisoner has died?"

The other party said: "As long as I am here, the patient will not die!" This voice was the Black Magician.

He was still wearing a black robe, holding the Bible in his hand, and Mess immediately scolded him: "Father, we are rescuing the prisoners, please go out first!"

The pastor nodded and said slowly: "God loves the world, continue, I will not delay your rescue!"

Jefferson drew a heart-boosting needle to inject my muscles. The pastor opened the Bible and quickly recited: "The devil opened his mouth wide and waited for the ignorant lambs to come to him, and the hungry wolf pack was also eyeing these lambs!"

A series of characters were sent out from his mouth, and quickly entangled the doctors and prison guards who participated in the rescue of me. These people were like wooden people, maintaining their current movements.

The Rat Ghost King and Zuo Yi floated in from outside the treatment room. Seeing this, they said to the priest: "Magic Master, please treat Teacher Yuan as soon as possible!"

The priest nodded and said to Zuo Yi: "Remember you owe me a big gift, go back quickly, otherwise Si Wang will not see you and will come out to cause trouble for everyone!"

The Rat Ghost King also echoed, Zuo Yi floated to the edge of the bed, grabbed my hand and said, "Teacher Yuan, you must hold on, my sister will definitely come back to see you!"

a took Zuo Yi away from the treatment room.

The black magician placed the opened Bible on my stomach and began to recite mantras. After hearing these strange mantras, my pain immediately relieved a lot, but my eyes were black and my mouth was dry, which was a symptom of great blood loss.

My eyes turned black and I fell into a coma. My soul and body separated automatically and were about to rise to the ceiling. The black magician grabbed my soul, then rubbed it into a ball, and stuffed it into my mouth. He put his hand into the pocket of his robe and grabbed a handful of black things, which were like plasticine, tore it into a small ball, blocking my seven orifices.

Now my soul is trapped in my mouth, struggling desperately, but cannot escape or merge with the body. Could it be that after a person dies, the soul and body cannot merge with the body?

The black magician continued to cast spells and covered me with a black mist. His expression suddenly became weird and ferocious. He pulled over the small cart next to him, brushed away the drug instruments on it, and then took out some bottles and utensils from his pocket and utensils for chemical experiments.

His pocket was like a treasure bag, and it was like Doraemon's magical pocket. He took out all kinds of substances and began to mix and modulate.

I immediately understood that the black magician used me as a guinea pig for an experiment. A cup of black medicine was poured into my mouth, and my face immediately turned black, and my soul twitched violently.

The other party opened my eyelids and shook his head to continue the experiment.

When he poured a cup of brown medicine into my mouth, I felt the bitter medicine bring my soul into my stomach, and then slip into my intestines. Finally, my soul stayed in my body, but all the things in the intestines were excreted.

The black magician shook his head. He gritted his teeth, wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead, put his hand into his body, grabbed a beating heart, aimed the big blood vessel at my mouth and pinched it hard, and a stream of hot blood poured into my mouth.

I swallowed the blood in my heart as water, and the black magician hurriedly shouted, "Stop quickly, you have to collect money for drinking my blood!" He took the heart out of my mouth and put it back into his chest, as if he had put it back into pieces.

I don't know how long it took, but the black magician put away the Bible and turned around and left.

The Rat Ghost King hurriedly looked at me, then nodded and left.

The prison guards and Jefferson in the room came over and continued to treat me.

My face turned blood back and the sky gradually became brighter.

Rice hurried over with Dr. Fox. As soon as he entered the treatment room, he saw the filth all over the floor and covered his nose.
Chapter completed!