Fang Zheng was furious and kicked him: "Damn it! Didn't I tell you I'd give you a chance to make amends? If you mess around again, I'll kill you!"
"Sir! Sir! If you let me die, you have to let me die knowingly. I don't accept it! Damn it!" The death row prisoner cried out that he was wronged.
Fang Zhengyi said with a sullen face, "Stop talking nonsense. You killed more than a dozen people. Now I'm giving you a chance to do good deeds. Just enjoy it."
"Do you remember the gluten I took you to eat two days ago? That was made from the kunba cut off by dishonest people. If you make trouble again, I will castrate you and make you into roasted gluten!"
"Liu Yishou! Show him your skills!"
Liu got the order!
He picked up the scalpel, leaned over and sliced it....the small bush was cut down in an instant! (█→▇).
Fang Zhengyi and Li Yuanzhao's eyes lit up at the same time.
Good knife skills! You are really good at it!
The death row prisoner looked at the roof with despair and dared not say a word.
Seeing this, Wang Meng quickly lifted the man onto the bed and tied him up, then Liu Yishou fed him medicine.
The anesthetic inherited from Liu Yishou's family was quite magical. After drinking a bowl of the drug, the death row prisoner fell unconscious in just two or three minutes.
Li Yuanzhao was amazed when he saw it.
But although Mr. Fang is knowledgeable and experienced, he still feels a little slow.
I remember having surgery in my previous life. The anesthesiologist gave me anesthesia in ten seconds, and the effect took two or three minutes to take effect.
What if he's halfway through and his stomach bursts open, and then he jumps up, wouldn't that scare others to death?
To be on the safe side, Fang Zhengyi asked doubtfully, "Liu Yishou, are you sure this thing will work? Don't let the person wake up halfway through. That would be too cruel."
Liu pinched his chin with one hand, a little tangled: "Sir, to be honest, there was no problem with cutting off the outer part before, but now... I can't guarantee it, but I think it should be fine. I have confidence in the recipe of my ancestors."
Wang Meng, who had been silent all the time, took a can of alcohol from his hand.
He walked to the middle of the death row inmates, peeled off the banana, slowly fell down, and poured a can of alcohol all over them...the death row inmates still didn't move.
As everyone in the room stared in astonishment, Wang Meng said calmly, "It will definitely be fine. Let's start the operation."
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