The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 113 Make trouble
"How old are you?"

"26."

"Military rank."

"Captain."

"Position."

"Operation Team Captain."

"With 400 people, can you afford to eat?"

"no problem."

"Very good. If you find anyone in the portrait, notify me immediately. If you can't find me, call this number."

Zhou Qinghe gave her the phone number of his subordinate as a backup.

"Yes."

Jiang Wen said nothing nonsense, took the photos and went out.

Zhou Qinghe was satisfied with her attitude, which saved him a lot of worry.

Regarding the Black Dragon Society, what Zhou Qinghe urgently needs to find out now is what the other party has done, how many people there are, and where the funds come from.

If you catch a tongue and examine it directly, it will be clear.

I glanced at the room, oh, this is not my room, why did I drive people away?
Return to your room.

On the other side, downstairs reporter Ono was wandering at the door.

Speaking of which, this matter is difficult to talk about.

It was a mess.

I thought that with the news that the Chinese doctor defeated the surgeon at St. Mary's Hospital, the Chinese doctor would be able to complete the task entrusted to him.

It was true at first.

He asked to see the ambassador that night.

The ambassador showed great interest and said that since the Chinese wanted to come to the public concession to open a clinic, it was just a small matter. There were not too many doctors. Besides, they were not here to beg for alms. They had to pay for themselves to find a place to open a clinic. Just come.

Ask Xiaoye to find the Chinese doctor and promise to make time to see him.

But in the morning, someone found Ono and told him that the Chinese doctor would handle the matter of opening the clinic himself, and that the ambassador was not going to see the Chinese anymore.

Ono suddenly became anxious and asked the reason. The person from the embassy chuckled and said: "After you left last night, the director of the French Concession Public Security Bureau came to the ambassador and invited him to a izakaya for a drink. The two had a chat. Fan, we had a great time chatting."

Ono understood that although the newspaper said that, it was obvious that the directors of the French Concession were not prepared to let the Chinese doctors go easily.

This is a comprehensive suppression in secret.

That's right, he's just a doctor with pretty good medical skills, and the ambassador has no shortage of such a doctor.

Ono felt that he had sworn to agree at the time, but now things were messed up, and he didn't know how to explain it to the Chinese doctors.

Especially when this doctor's future may be bleak.

Oh, let’s be honest.

Ono walked to the front desk and said, "Hello, please help me contact the resident of room 813."

"Ok."

The call quickly reached Zhou Qinghe's room. When the front desk said it was reporter Ono, Zhou Qinghe immediately went downstairs.

"Ono-kun." Zhou Qinghe greeted him with a smile in Japanese, but he saw the box Ono was carrying, which looked familiar.

"I'm sorry." Ono bowed guiltily and put the box on the ground: "The ambassador is not going to see you, why?"

Xiaoye hesitated for a moment and then pointed to Zhou Qinghe: "It has something to do with the Public Security Bureau, don't tell anyone, otherwise others will know it was me who said it."

"That's it"

With a disappointed expression, Zhou Qinghe quickly took the box with a smile: "Ono-kun, thank you very much for helping me. This has nothing to do with you. Come, I'll treat you to dinner."

"No need, I'm very ashamed." Xiaoye bowed again, turned around and left.

Zhou Qinghe thought for a while, then turned back to the room and started counting the money. After confirming that it was still US$[-], it would be fine.

The Public Directorate took action and the Japanese ambassador gave up. It didn't matter. It was not a big deal. To put it bluntly, even if the medical clinic was not opened, it would not affect anything.

There is just one less channel to contact the Japanese.

However, he bought the medical clinic in the French Concession. The French cannot take back this private property. As long as there is one thing, it will be a matter of time to get up.

That's it for now, but I have to go to the clinic in the French Concession. I'm afraid there will be trouble.

Zhou Qinghe went out and hailed a rickshaw, deposited the money in a bank safe, then turned around and went to the clinic.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a few gangster-looking people blocking the door from a distance. They didn't rush in, but they seemed to be taking advantage of the people inside.

"What are you doing? Do you want to treat a disease?" Zhou Qinghe walked over.

Looking inside, there was a gangster sitting on the consultation table, arms stretched out, and he kept teasing Ma Qingqing opposite him.

Ma Qingqing, on the other hand, sat upright with her arms folded and said nothing.

It's quite clever, using the name of medical treatment to cause trouble, so that the police in the French Concession will not interfere.

The three gangsters at the door glanced at Zhou Qinghe and sneered: "Are you the surgeon with superb medical skills?"

"Yes, any advice."

"Of course I'm looking for you to see a doctor. The newspapers say you are a miracle doctor, even better than Saint Mary."

The gangster smiled happily, and pointed at the gangster sitting inside: "Did you see, the one inside is our boss, he is very sick, don't take it too seriously, or I will destroy your store."

"Look slowly, don't be in a hurry, it doesn't matter if you watch it all day and night." A gangster smiled and supported.

Zhou Qinghe looked at them and smiled: "Okay, I will help your boss take a look. He must take a serious look."

Um. The three gangsters were a little dumbfounded, weren't they? Was this person stupid? Couldn't you see that they were here to cause trouble?

Zhou Qinghe walked in and patted Ma Qingqing on the shoulder: "I'll do it."

"Boss, they are coming."

"To see a doctor."

Zhou Qinghe gave her a look, then sat down and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

The gangster opposite frowned and said with a half-smile, "I don't feel comfortable anywhere."

"Okay, lie down and I'll touch you."

"Can you let a female doctor look at it for me? I like her."

"No, I'm the only doctor here, she's just an assistant." "Oh." The gangster walked away and lay down on the treatment bed: "Please look at me carefully."

"must."

Zhou Qinghe touched the gangster's chest very seriously and asked a few general questions.

The gangster thought that he had already come, and if he didn't check, it would be useless, so he gave a rough answer.

Zhou Qinghe remained silent and continued to touch. When he touched his stomach, he frowned and his face darkened slightly.

"Do you usually have normal bowel movements?"

"What is normal?"

"How many times a day, what time do you defecate every day, and will your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

"How can I remember this? What happened?"

Seeing Zhou Qinghe's expression, the gangster felt something in his heart. His bowel movements seemed abnormal.

Zhou Qinghe didn't say anything, just kept pressing his stomach, sighed, and his face became heavier.

"What's wrong? Why are you sighing and talking?" The gangster became a little anxious.

"Have you paid the consultation fee?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

The gangster pulled his face, and of course he refused.

"A few dollars, you say."

"It's written on the door, starting at 200."

"Fuck, you're a shady shop!"

"It's up to you whether you want to see it or not. Anyway, the consultation fee is 200. If you don't want to see it, just get up."

Zhou Qinghe retracted his hand and returned directly to the diagnosis and treatment table.

The gangster quit, got up and ran to his seat: "Tell me first, why did you sigh just now?"

"Oh, that's nothing. I'm just tired and stressed."

"What do you mean by tired? You obviously sighed. What do you mean? Tell me."

"Then you have to pay."

"Damn it, why don't you tell me!" The gangster slammed the table angrily.

Zhou Qinghe stretched out his hand: "200, I remind you, some illnesses cannot be postponed."

"Boss." The three people outside the door also ran in.

"You don't say yes."

The gangster glared at Zhou Qinghe, stood up and left: "I'll take care of you later."

"Walk."

"Boss, why are you leaving? Stop causing trouble."

"I feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I need to go to the hospital first."

"No, boss, why are you feeling uncomfortable in your stomach? Are you feeling bad from eating?"

"How do I know? Nothing was wrong originally. But when the doctor told me, I really felt that my stomach was a little uncomfortable. Go to the hospital and have a look. Don't worry. This place is too expensive. It costs 200."

"Hahahaha." Several women in the clinic laughed, which scared people.

It's not good to scare anyone. If you pick on the doctor, you might scare yourself to death.

"Boss, if this gangster goes to the hospital and asks, you won't be able to deceive him tomorrow." Ma Qingqing said.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at her sideways: "Who said I lied to him? This guy is really sick. I felt a lump, but the problem shouldn't be serious. He can go to other hospitals to handle it."

"Oh? What kind of lump?" Several people became interested as soon as they heard it and started discussing it immediately.

Zhou Qinghe had to find a way. People from the Qing Gang were involved, the clinic was not doing well, and the Secret Service was still short of money. These three problems had to be solved together.

The Green Gang must be mobilized.

These three problems can be solved by Qinggang.

For example, assassinate Zhang Xiaolin.

If there are no patients, create patients.

Let Zhang Xiaolin come to the house in person to seek medical advice.

"If there's no business, you should rest early and go shopping. You don't have to stay here all the time."

Zhou Qinghe gave them a holiday and went out to make a phone call to contact Zeng Haifeng.

"You make arrangements tonight. I will go to your archives in Shanghai to check the information. Don't let anyone see me."

"It's a small thing. You can ride in my car in the middle of the night and just put on a hat."

Zeng Haifeng thought Zhou Qinghe was investigating the Japanese affairs, so he agreed directly.

Late at night, Zhou Qinghe entered the Shanghai District Secret Service, and Zeng Haifeng led his people through unimpeded.

The staff in the archives were immediately put on leave.

Zhou Qinghe began to find archives about the Qinggang.

There is a lot of information in the Shanghai area, but Zhou Qinghe flipped through it very quickly.

After flipping through the files one by one, at four in the morning, Zhou Qinghe found what he wanted.

Zhang Xiaolin’s whereabouts.

Zhang Xiaolin has a habit of going to the fifth floor of Casino No. 181 to gamble almost every night. After gambling, he takes a car and a bodyguard in a car, and either goes to a brothel or goes home to smoke.

There are guards at home and bodyguards on the road, so this has to be carefully planned.

After Zhou Qinghe checked the information, he spoke to Zeng Haifeng. Zeng Haifeng was squinting in the office and asked blankly: "Did you find it?"

"I have a clue. I have thought of a way to deal with the Japanese."

"I know you have a way."

The two went out happily, and Zhou Qinghe returned to the hotel.

Liu Kai went upstairs after a while.

"Boss, I saw that fifth person in the martial arts hall."

(End of this chapter)