All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 223, The Plan: The Legacy of Wei Wu
"Shopkeeper, since you are not Japanese, why are you still pretending to be Japanese by speaking Japanese? Little Japan occupying our country and killing my compatriots is not a good thing."

In [-], Beiyi Railway Station was occupied by the Japanese army, and the commercial street was still bustling with people.

Chen Hao, who was dressed in the same style as Shuangying, was followed by a young guy.

The young man's name is Zhao Wu, and he has an ugly face with Chinese characters. He has studied for several years and witnessed the oppression and cruelty of the Japanese in Fengtian.

He resolutely determined to join the Anti-Japanese League and make a contribution to the fight against the invaders.

Unfortunately, his team was encircled and suppressed by the Kwantung Army and the team was broken up.He himself suffered many misfortunes and almost died.

By chance, he was rescued by the fallen Chen Hao.

At that time, I thought being saved by the enemy was more disgusting than eating a fly.

After learning that Chen Hao's Japanese identity was just a disguise, he dispelled the grudge in his heart, but he still felt that it was inappropriate.

"Zhao Wu, do you know? In this world, if you want to live comfortably, you have to pretend."

Chen Hao asked back: "Tell me, who is the biggest in the land under my feet?"

Out of national pride, Zhao Wu replied without hesitation: "Of course we are Chinese."

Chen Hao turned his head and glared at him: "You kid, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense! You don't know what clothes those soldiers with guns are wearing?"

In the station square not far away, there are soldiers of the Kwantung Army standing with the [-] Gail on their backs.

Whoever masters violence makes the rules.

Whoever speaks works here, the obvious thing.

Zhao Wu was still unconvinced, he hated the Japanese to the core, and the savior acted like a Japanese, dealing with those little Japanese.

It's really hard to accept.

He intends to leave, but the grace of saving his life has not been repaid, so leaving at this time is undoubtedly ungrateful.

But if you don't go, you are disgusting yourself.

Zhao Wuzhen was afraid that one day he couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out to kill the little Japanese.

It doesn't matter to him himself, killing a little devil and going to hell with him is enough for him.

But I'm afraid that I will harm my benefactor again, and that will really be revenge.

Zhao Wu, who has been entangled for several days, is not ready to end it easily when he opens his mouth today: "The shopkeeper, foreigners also have a high status, and Japanese people are respectful when they see foreigners.

Why do you pretend to be Japanese, isn't it better to pretend to be a foreigner? "

Chen Hao smiled: "Which country do you think I look like a foreigner?"

With yellow skin, black hair and black eyes, if you say you are a foreigner, then someone has to believe it!

In fact, if you really want to pretend to be a foreigner, there is nothing difficult about that.

It is not a problem to have a foreign face by adding a wig and colored contact lenses, and then trimming the lines of the face with beauty technology.

But why bother?

In the current environment, foreigners are certainly superior, but the Japanese dare not offend them.

But when dealing with the Japanese, relying on an identity that is not easily offended is not enough.

Chen Hao patted the boy on the shoulder: "Zhao Wu, if you want to help me, you still have a lot to learn!"

Zhao Wu nodded ignorantly, he understood that the benefactor was for his own benefit.

"The shopkeeper, can you stop bowing to Japan in the future! I feel sorry for you, we Chinese people have to straighten our spines, and we can't lose our disguise..."

"You can't lose your spine, can you?"

Chen Hao added what he wanted to say, and said flatly: "I bow again, I am also from Huaguo, and I am saying hello, not crying for you to dig together."

"Cry and dig together."

The Japanese approaching him thought he was saying hello to him and bowed to say hello.

Chen Hao subconsciously bowed back when he entered the play: "Crying, you dig together."

Zhao Wu next to him covered his mouth, his cheeks were flushed and he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to.

The shopkeeper's slap in the face came too fast.

Chen Hao continued to walk back as usual, mastering the thick-skinned skill proficiently, as long as I am not embarrassed, it will be someone else who is embarrassed.

In the center of the commercial street, two shops that belonged to him stood side by side.

One is a pharmacy, and the other is a bank.

At this time, a small cold can kill a person, and penicillin is only in the stage of laboratory extraction, and ten gold bars can't be exchanged for one dose.

Chen Hao, who owns 21st century medicine, is the god of contemporary medicine.

No matter what intractable disease, as long as he takes the shot, keep the medicine until the disease is cured.

As soon as Chen Haoren arrived at the door, the patients and their family members who had been looking forward to his arrival rushed forward like seeing a savior.

"Doctor Chen, you are finally here."

"Doctor Chen, please be merciful and save my husband, I kneel down for you."

In a blink of an eye, there are all kinds of worlds.

The petty bourgeois who came to seek medical treatment with the appearance of a gentleman still maintained a certain degree of reserve.

The impoverished and helpless poor woman had no choice but to kneel down for the sake of her family, throwing what was left of her dignity on the ground and begging.

"Help her up."

Chen Hao instructed Zhao Wu to help the woman up: "There are medicines for the poor, and medicines for the rich. All patients are treated equally and will be cured."

The patient and his family members seemed to have received the imperial decree, and looked at Chen Hao with hopeful eyes, as if they were looking up to the gods.

Even if his words sound contradictory.

Patients are divided into rich and poor, can they still be treated equally?

In a sense, it is impossible, because the poor have very little money and the medicine they use is very simple.

Rich people can spend a lot of money, and the medicine packaging they use looks gorgeous, so is it really effective?

Of course, there is no need to ask, because the medicines are the same, they are all medicines produced on the industrialized assembly line in the future.

It's just a trick to deceive the world and engage in price discrimination.

He not only saved the poor, but also did not let go of the money in the pockets of the rich.

Sitting behind the counter, Chen Hao calmly consulted and prescribed medicines to the patients who came here because of his reputation, just like an attending doctor.

Who knows that he has never been a doctor, and he hasn't even studied medicine for a few days.

Just have a little understanding of some basic diseases, and prescribe medicines according to symptoms.It is all thanks to the magic of western medicine brought by him that the medicine can cure the disease.

Just one penicillin can solve 80.00% of patients' pain.

After working all morning, I finally prescribed medicine to the last patient.

Chen Hao rubbed his neck, looked at the elegant figure and smiled slightly: "Miss Ling Zhiyu, you must have been waiting for a long time."

"Yamamoto-kun is treating illnesses and saving lives, Ling Zhiyu should wait no matter how long it is." Ling Zhiyu said with a sweet smile, which was also what he thought from the bottom of his heart.

As a military doctor, your job is to save lives.

For Kazuki Yamamoto, who is known as a genius doctor, Ling Zhiyu admires him from the bottom of his heart.

Not everyone can have such superb medical skills, and treat patients equally regardless of poverty or wealth.

It is enough to be called the benevolence of a doctor.

Chen Hao lacked the ability to read people's hearts. If he knew Ling Zhiyu's thoughts, he would have to laugh out loud.

That means that his disguised, so-called Kazuki Yamamoto's identity has been established.

Then the next step of the plan can be executed.

[Mission Fourteen: Strike and destroy Kwantung Army officer Sanada Ming Shaozuo]

[Message from the Arms Dealer: Surprise the enemy with unlimited means]

Major Sanada Ming is Zhang San's number one opponent in the Second Pao, a sniper with accurate marksmanship.

Hitting him is actually very simple.

Come to the last round of rocket launchers, destroy them physically, and complete the task in minutes.

But Chen Hao is no longer satisfied with the task rewards, what he enjoys is the process of completing the task.What's the fun in crushing the enemy? What's needed is cat and mouse, excitement.

Sanada Ming's fiancée is the sweet-looking Japanese woman Ling Zhiyu with a rather elegant temperament.

Why not give full play to the legacy of Wei Wu?
The most painful thing for a man is the grassland above his head!

Thinking of the beauty, Chen Hao had a smile on his face that only a man would have when he went to the club.

Ling Zhiyu was very uncomfortable being stared at by him, as if he had been seen through: "Yamamoto-kun, Yamamoto-kun?"

The woman's call brought Chen Hao back from his reverie.

"I'm sorry, I just figured out a medical difficulty, I can't help it, please forgive me."

Chen Hao's lies came out as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't forget to pretend to be coercive in the middle, and once again strengthened the personality of the genius doctor, the little girl's eyes were full of admiration.

Ling Zhiyu admired and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Yamamoto-kun is worthy of being a young talent in the medical field. He never forgets to study medicine, which is really admirable."

"It's too good to be true, but it's just a pawn in the medical field."

The more humble Chen Hao was, the more Ling Zhiyu admired him.

He has healed countless people, and the young genius doctor who has made great achievements is placed on someone else's body. His nostrils have long been turned upside down, and he feels that the world is going to revolve around him.

The man in front of him is not only not proud and complacent, but also very humble.

How is this not admirable?

Unknowingly, Ling Zhiyu's affection for Chen Hao deepened, and he regarded him as a good friend.

In addition, she explained the purpose of the visit.

Because the front line was fighting, many wounded soldiers came to the medical station.Some of the wounds of some of them were unfortunately infected, and if it was not done properly, their limbs would be amputated or even life-threatening.

Ling Zhiyu heard that Kazuki Yamamoto was very skilled in medicine and he was also good at treating wound infections, so he came here to ask him for advice.

"Yamamoto-kun, those wounded are very poor, if their limbs are amputated, their military career will be over.

They can’t work normally even when they return to their hometowns, in exchange for labor rewards for survival. Can you save them? "

Ling Zhiyu couldn't afford the medicine money to treat the wounded, so he could only pretend to be pitiful.

Who can refuse a poor and lovely girl?

　and also……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)