Chapter 8 The seventh best friend

Zhuge Xian, male, thirty-seven years old, the only son of Zhuge Wushi, the number one genius doctor in martial arts, was honored as Dr. Zhuge by people all over the world when he was less than twenty years old. His fingers are almost an inch longer than others, and his senses are particularly keen. When his eyes are closed, he can use his fingers to "read" every word in a woodcut medical book of the Song Dynasty. Of course, these hands are also very stable. Some people even say that he can use a thin knife like a cicada's wing to completely dismember every organ of a mosquito without breaking the mosquito's eye.

How many times bigger is a human being than a mosquito? For the structure of each part of the human body, he is of course much clearer, and it is of course easier to dissect a person. If it can be dismantled, it can be reassembled; if it can be divided, it can be stitched together. Most people in the rivers and lakes believe that if your leg is cut off, as long as your leg is still there, Dr. Zhuge can put your leg back together; if your nose is cut off, as long as you can put it back Take your nose to Dr. Zhuge, and he will be able to re-grow your nose on your face. There are so many legends about Dr. Zhuge, and no one knows whether they are true or not. The only thing that cannot be doubted is that Zhuge Xian is really a legendary figure.

The last time Ding Ding saw Yinmeng was in Dr. Zhuge's elegant study. He recognized Zhuge Xian. At that time, his eyes had not been sewn shut, and he could still see the frightened expression on Zhuge Xian's face. At that time, Yinmeng was saying to Zhuge Xian: "I want you to sew up this man's eyes and his tongue, so that he will never see anything or speak a word again." "You're crazy." Doctor Zhuge's voice was originally very elegant and pleasant, but now it was almost completely hoarse and hoarse: "You clearly know that I won't do such a thing, why do you want me to do it?"

"Because I believe in your hands, I can't find another person who can complete such a delicate and complicated job." There was a strange and indifferent smile on the corner of Yin Meng's mouth: "The most important thing is, I believe you will do it for me." "why?" "Because you owe me this, you must pay it back, you must pay it back." Doctor Zhuge looked at her, and after a long time, he turned around and took out an ice bag from a sealed silver tube, and used his long-fingered hands to surround the bag of cold ice that had been stored for a long time.

He does this whenever he is angry and agitated.He didn't ask Yinmeng until he started to calm down. "Why do you have to force me to do this kind of thing? Why don't you simply gouge out his eyeballs and cut off his tongue?" "Because I don't want to damage any of his nerves, I want to keep him awake and sharp in every part of his body, I must let him fully feel every pain I will inflict on him, not at all. miss." Hearing her words, Ding Ding's back seemed to be cut by a cold sharp knife. ——The white hut, the wind chimes under the eaves, is the gentle, kind and lonely woman under the wind chimes really her?

No matter what, Ding Ding knew that he might never see this woman again, and he might never see anyone again. Because he knew that Dr. Zhuge would absolutely not be able to refuse such a request from her. "Your Excellency is already a distinguished guest here, but I don't even know your name. It's really a pity." Wei Haoke said to Tintin very gently. "The lady didn't say your name just now, so of course you can't tell me." He sighed, "I can see that your Excellency is not only speechless, but even his hands and feet are paralyzed. , I probably couldn’t even write a single word in a short period of time. After Dr. Zhuge’s surgery, it’s very difficult to recover.”

His voice was not only gentle, but also full of sympathy. If people who couldn't see him didn't know his identity, everyone would think he was a polite, kind gentleman. Ding Ding is an exception. Of course he couldn't see Wei Haoke now, but he was very familiar with this person's voice, as if he was familiar with Murong Qiushui's voice. He wanted to scream and tell them. "I'm Ding Ding, why don't you recognize me? Why do you treat me like this?" It's a pity that he exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't even say a word. He couldn't even shed tears.

Boundless darkness, endless suffering and torture, a beautiful life, suddenly turned into a nightmare that never wakes up. Ding Ding himself didn't know how he suddenly fell into such a tragic fate. The people who ruled his fate were his childhood playmates and former friends. If he had a way to tell them who he was, they would never let him suffer this unbearable pain again. It's a pity that he can't even do anything, he can't even die. Gradually, he didn't even dare to think about it, not only didn't he dare to think about the future, he also didn't dare to recall the past, as long as he started to think about it, his body would be in pain like a knife.

The hope of being able to survive is too slim, and the courage and determination to survive have also become weaker and weaker due to all kinds of suffering. But he still vowed to live. No matter how much the price is, he must live on, even if he only depends on others to give him three meals of mushy porridge every day, he must live on, and he will never let himself rot like a stinky rat here. If he had to die, he would die with dignity and heroism. Gradually, Ding Ding became familiar with all the sounds around him.Wei Haoke, Murong Qiushui, Yinmeng, the guards watching the night and delivering food, he can already distinguish their footsteps.

Yinmeng still came to visit him from time to time, no doubt to confirm what kind of changes the hospitality here had made in him? She was obviously very satisfied, because one day Ding Ding heard her say to Wei Haoke: "I remember that he has only been here for seventy-one days, and you seem to have turned him into another person. Mr. Wei, I can't help it." Not to mention, the way you entertain guests here is really great." In this dead darkness, it is almost impossible to calculate the time, but since that day, he has used his own method to start calculating. Start counting your own breaths.

Breathing with a secret method he had trained in the foul-smelling air, in order to keep his senses sharp to accept the pain, because the dream did not damage his respiratory system, in order for him to eat he could only maintain Raw food, they didn't seal his mouth shut. For this, Ding Ding is extremely grateful, because they finally left him a little chance. After going through the usual torture every day, there is only a bowl of vegetable porridge to eat. Sometimes this bowl of porridge was hot, sometimes cold, sometimes it made him shiver all over, and sometimes it was so hot that his mouth was full of blisters.The jailer who fed him the porridge was completely ignored, and just used a chipped spoon to stuff a full spoonful of porridge into his mouth. This bowl of porridge is just enough food to sustain his life. He has calculated that a bowl of porridge is only thirteen tablespoons. In order to keep him alive, these thirteen tablespoons of porridge are always indispensable. But one day, he only ate three spoons, because the porridge was so hot that day that even the jailer couldn't hold it, so he dropped the porridge bowl and spoon on the ground and broke it. Hearing the sound of the spoon cracking, Ding Ding's heart immediately tightened with excitement, because this is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time, and it may even be his only chance, and he must not let it miss. The sound of the jailer's curse and footsteps had gone away, and it took a long time before Ding Ding's heartbeat returned to normal. He didn't know how long it had been since he had been so excited. He just kept telling himself in his heart: "I I must find it, I must find it." —What is he looking for? What he was looking for turned out to be only the fragments of those spoons. For others, this was an easy task, but for him, it was like torture. His eyes are blind and his limbs are limp and paralyzed. He must turn over first, and then use his mouth to grope and pick up the fragments on the ground. It took him seven or eight hours intermittently to complete this matter. When he was sure that there were no human voices around, he could bite the fragments with his teeth and draw some vague handwriting on the wall that he didn't even know whether others could distinguish. For the rest, I can only rely on God's help, because he can only do this at most. He did his best. There are only three words that Ding Ding drew on the wall, and they are only these three words over and over again. "Bansak." What do these three words mean?These three words seem to have no meaning at all. Why does Ding Ding regard it as the only chance to keep himself alive?