chapter 1 10326 Someone visited the prison ===

It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.

God finally smiled after it had been raining for nearly a month.

Yesterday I wore long pants and a jacket, but today it is already very hot.

It’s around two o’clock in the afternoon, the hottest time, at Lianhu Prison in Shannan Province.

Tymon Well was sweating profusely as he moved the drawers full of Chinese medicine that were drying in the yard from the yard to the Chinese medicine dispensary on the first floor of the prison health center, and then put the drawers into the chest of drawers.

Next to him, an old man with white hair and beard replaced the damaged label with a new one.

Because of the continuous rain, in order to prevent the Chinese medicine from going moldy, Tymon Well took advantage of the strong sun these two days to move all the Chinese medicine and the drawers containing the medicine out to bask in the sun.

In the past, medicines were packed in cardboard boxes and taken out to dry, because if the drawers were moved out, it would be a lot of work and there would not be enough space.

The prison had just built a new office building this year, and the yard had been expanded several times. Seeing that there was enough space, Tymon Well let the drawers bask in the sun.

It had been clear for thousands of miles, and the sun was scorching, but the wind suddenly started to blow, and I saw a large dark cloud rolling on the horizon, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

Tymon Well quickly took the Chinese medicine that was drying into the clinic.

This is the No. 1 Squadron of Lianhu Prison and the administrative management and command center of the entire prison.

The other squadrons are a little far away from here, and the only health center is naturally also here.

Because this place is not far from the county seat, and the County People's Hospital is a tertiary hospital, there is only one health clinic here, mainly for general injuries and illnesses of prisoners.

Originally, there was no need for a traditional Chinese medicine outpatient clinic in such a health center. Because of Old Kent, it has been preserved.

Old Kent served his sentence in this prison in the early 1950s. Because his level of Chinese medicine was much higher than that of the two native doctors in the health center, the prison leaders specially approved him to help in the Chinese medicine clinic.

As a result, this group of people has managed to improve the reputation of the Chinese medicine outpatient clinic of the health center in just thirty years.

Prison cadres and police officers, as well as their relatives, and even government cadres and relatives from nearby counties and cities, come here to see Old Kent if they have any chronic or difficult diseases.

Even the leaders of the Provincial Department of Justice would occasionally come to inspect the work and ask Old Kent to prescribe some Chinese medicine to condition the body, or perform acupuncture or massage.

Old Kent was rehabilitated in the early 1980s and had nowhere to go. When his superiors asked for his opinion, he chose to stay.

After retirement, because he was homeless and there was really no Chinese medicine doctor who could support a Chinese medicine clinic, Old Kent hired him back and was responsible for managing the pharmacy and filling prescriptions.

He is now over 90 years old. Although the Chinese medicine clinic already has a middle-aged aunt and two college students, which are enough to maintain the facade, no one dares to let Old Kent completely retire.

The three of them also enjoyed their leisure time. Apart from seeing doctors and prescribing medicines, they occasionally asked Old Kent about some prescriptions. They let the old man take care of the pharmacy matters, and Old Kent did not let others interfere.

Therefore, Old Kent retired and stayed at the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy, giving medicine to patients while studying traditional Chinese medicine, especially acupuncture.

The old man was a bit aloof and never talked much to anyone except Tymon Well.

Tymon Well is also a prisoner serving his sentence here. Because he collected and planted medicines with his grandfather since he was a child, he also learned a lot of Chinese medicine knowledge. He is especially good at planting medicines, so he was arranged by Old Kent to take care of the medicine land.

Help cut and dry the medicine. The medicine land was dug out by Old Kent with a hoe in the past. Naturally, he has the final say.

Although Old Kent taught Tymon Well all his skills, he never let Tymon Well call him master. Although the name has the same pronunciation but different words, there is still a big difference.

Tymon Well had long regarded Old Kent as his closest relative, but he knew his identity. Since Old Kent refused to let him go, he would naturally not disobey him.

While Tymon Well was busy, a prison guard dragged his fat body into the health center.

He went straight to the door of the traditional Chinese medicine store, knocked on the half-open door with a bunch of keys hanging on his waist, and shouted:

"10326, someone is visiting the prison!"

Tymon Well was concentrating on writing the label and didn't react at all.

He has always been disgusted with this prisoner's number!

When I first came here, I had countless fierce conflicts with prisoners and even police officers because of this 'title'.

Later, Tymon Well was "transferred" by Old Kent to do work, so the prisoners did not dare to mess with him, and he did not talk to others.

As for the correctional officer, since Mr. Old Kent was watching him every day, everyone had a free time, and Fang Zheng couldn't escape from the yard, so they basically ignored him.

During the two breaks every morning and evening, he would go to the pharmacy or return to the prison cell by himself without the need for the police to call him.

So no one calls him his cell number on weekdays. As time goes by, he forgets about it.

Seeing that Tymon Well didn't respond, the fat prison guard used the rubber baton in his hand to hit the door, making a "dong" sound and loudly said:

"10326, I'm calling you! Someone is visiting the prison."

Only then did Tymon Well realize that the person being called was him, 10326, the prisoner number 26 in Cell No. 3, Ward 1, which was naturally him.

Tymon Well couldn't help but be a little surprised. Who came to see him?

From the time he was taken to the detention center until he was sent to this prison, no one had ever visited him.

The reason is simple, he has no one at home.

When his wife Connie heard that he had committed rape and murder, she broke up with him long ago, and her four-year-old daughter naturally left with her.

Tymon Well estimated that it was impossible for Connie to tell her daughter about her time in prison for the sake of her child.

Tymon Well was brought up by his grandfather. As soon as he became sensible, he had never seen any relatives other than his grandfather.

He heard his grandfather tell him that before he was born, his father was involved in a car accident while accompanying his mother to the hospital, and his father died on the spot.

Her mother was seriously injured and died after giving birth to him in the hospital.

His grandfather was a traveling doctor. He took him all over the mountains to collect medicines since he was a child, or he would go to the countryside to treat people.

Later, when Tymon Well reached school age, he took him back to the village to live, making a living by collecting and growing medicines and treating people.

After Tymon Well got married, only half a month later, his grandfather said he went out to treat people and never came back again.

Grandpa was seventy-nine when he passed away. If he were alive now, he would be ninety-three.

Tymon Well estimated that his grandfather was no longer alive, otherwise why would he not come to see him even once?

Tymon Well looked at Old Kent on the side. Old Kent nodded at him and said:

"You go ahead, I'll ask others to collect it."

Tymon Well stood up, patted the prison uniform on his body, washed his hands, and followed Hill cautiously, feeling anxious and a little anxious.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:45. Who could it be?

Tymon Well muttered and walked towards the visiting hall with his head lowered.

The visitation hall is on the first floor of the prison office building, which is the administrative office building of the entire prison.

There are a total of six squadrons in this prison. This is the first squadron and it is also the administrative headquarters of the entire prison.

The office building has a total of six floors. The first floor is the reception and registration hall and the interview and visitation hall. The second to third floors are the squadron office area, and the fourth to sixth floors are the prison office area.

The main entrance of the office building faces the main road outside. There is a large parking lot in front of the door. The back door is connected to the prison area. The health center is between the prison area and the office building.

The entrance to the gate is the reception and registration hall, with stairs and elevators on the left and a visiting hall on the right.

When Tymon Well walked into the hall from the back, he saw a line of police cars parked in the parking lot at the front gate. A group of more than ten people hurriedly got out of the car and came to the gate to register.

Judging from the attire, there are people from the court, the procuratorate, and the police.

When Fatty Hill and Tymon Well walked into the lobby on the first floor, the group was walking towards the elevator on the left.

As Fatty Hill was about to turn to the visiting hall on the right, the policeman on duty who was responsible for registering visitors looked over and his expression became a little strange.

After calling Fatty Hill and whispering a few words, Fatty Hill looked at Tymon Well with something strange when he came back.

The visiting hall is more than 300 square meters, and the setting inside is a bit like today's bank window.

There is a row of worktables arranged outside. The tabletop is about 90 centimeters high. It is covered with a whole piece of frosted glass. Every two meters or so, there is a piece of transparent glass with a side length of 60 centimeters.

It's just that there is no small window for delivering items like a bank, but it is completely enclosed, with a phone placed on the countertop inside and outside the glass wall.

At this time, there were 7 or 8 prisoners in the hall being visited, holding phone receivers in their hands and whispering, some were smiling, some were wiping tears.

Fatty Hill led Tymon Well over and took a look at the visitation sign hanging on the wall.

"10326, Window No. 11".