The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 138 Slap
French Concession, No. 10 Gongguan Road.

At this time, the room was dark, and people in several rooms fell asleep.

After receiving the news that a staff member in Casino No. 181 was suspected to be a senior member of the Shanghai District of the Secret Service, as a transit station, they arranged for an action team to dispatch and conduct a thorough investigation. This was a routine procedure.

They didn't need to do more before confirming this person's true identity.

As for the return of messages, the person following up will naturally call and reply if there are results.

It's only a few hours, which is not a long time for tracking.

In the middle of the night, with nothing to do, they naturally fall asleep. Agents must ensure their sleep anytime and anywhere to prepare for the long battle that may come at any time.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, the ringing of the phone breaks the dark stillness.

The Japanese Kimura Ao who was sleeping on the sofa woke up in an instant and picked up the phone without speaking first.

But the person opposite quickly said: "Nobuo Junyu is broken, Kojiro was shot in the abdomen and needs medical treatment urgently. People from the local gang are looking for us everywhere. The situation is unknown. We have no way to go to the hospital. Now we are hiding in an izakaya. The boss is Japanese , it is safe for now, the address is.”

"How did Nobuo die?"

"The owner of the izakaya helped us find out the information. It is said that he was discovered while following the target. He resisted without success and was captured. After interrogation without success, he was killed on the spot outdoors. Many people saw him."

"Damn it. Got it. I'll take care of the doctor's affairs."

"By the way, this target is known as Jiu Ye to the outside world, and he is a middle-level and high-level figure in the Qinggang."

"it is good."

Bang, the phone was hung up, and Kimura Seiichi urgently woke up the other three people in the room.

They all slept in their clothes, and soon the four of them gathered in the living room.

"Nobuo's jade is shattered, and Kojiro was shot in the abdomen. He needs medical attention urgently. Many people are looking for them and there is no way to go to the hospital."

"How about taking over the French Concession? St. Mary's Hospital?" the person on the left suggested.

Kimura Aoi shook his head: "No, the target has a gang background and is a middle-level and high-level figure in the Qing Gang, named Jiu Ye.

The hospital is overcrowded and the Youth Gang will probably get the news, and we don’t have that much respect for gunshot wounds. The French won’t help us, and they won’t want to cause trouble. "

"Inform the teacher and ask him to ask for help from the Military Police Headquarters?"

"Then what's the point of the teacher's face? Do you want us to go to those guys who look down on others without completing the first thing when we come to Shanghai?"

"Then Kojiro can't wait to die, right? What's more important, face or life?"

"For the glory of our Black Dragon Club, Kojiro can be smashed, and we can be smashed, but the teacher's face must not be lost."

"Stop arguing, it's a simple matter. Find a clinic, bring a doctor there, and transfer him away after the operation. If the doctor is a foreigner, he will be detained. If he is a Chinese, he will be killed directly. There is no risk to safety, and teachers don't have to be coy and asking for help. ." said the person on the right.

The others nodded, this is a good idea.

"For gunshot wounds, if you want to seek Western medicine, don't look for those traditional Chinese medicine clinics in China." Kimura Seiichi reminded.

"I know, I'll look for him. I remember there is a clinic nearby. The boss seems to be Chinese. It will be simple and clean to kill him then." The person on the right responded.

"The second thing is that Mr. Nobuonan was tracked and was found to have broken the jade. With his skills, he will be discovered. We can infer that the target person, Jiu Ye, is a senior executive of the Secret Service.

Hiding in the Qinggang, no wonder we haven't been able to find him. It's too easy for this person to pass on the news. There are too many disciples in the gang. The few people who followed Mitsui could pass the news on to anyone they come into contact with on the road. Buy a pack of cigarettes and wipe them. Shoes, a meal, we can't find it at all.

It is indeed a good idea for the Secret Service to control the Youth Gang to obtain intelligence. "

After Kimura Qingyi finished speaking, he looked at the remaining two people and said: "

Now there is one thing that needs to be decided immediately. Nobuono and Jun Yusui have exposed our existence. Master Jiu will definitely find out what went wrong.

Several people following Mitsui had just come into contact with him before he was followed. He should have thought of the problem by now. If our people continue to follow him, they may be discovered. Now we have to decide whether to kill or arrest these people. , or give up temporarily? "

If you continue to follow, you will be followed back, which is never allowed.

"Kill him to avenge Mr. Xinnan!" the person on the left suggested.

"Ask the teacher, or let him decide. We haven't decided to go to war yet. If we take action in the concession without authorization, the matter will make the news. The military department will probably not be happy and blame the teacher. Then aren't we doing it in vain?" said the man.

It can be considered a mature statement. The three of them looked at each other. Kimura Qingyi picked up the phone and said a few words. He said very respectfully: "Teacher, I'm interrupting you late at night. It's urgent. That's what happened."

Kimura Qingyi received the order after reporting, and said: "Teacher's order, these people will be killed directly.

And more than that, the teacher judged that the Secret Service will continue to track the reason why these people were targeted. Combined with Mitsui's trip to the train station, the agents in Nanshi will also find something wrong. If they continue to follow us, it is very likely that something will happen to our people, at least. will be anti-tracked.

The teacher ordered. "

The other two people stood up and stood at attention seriously.

"Launch an operation against the Nan City Secret Service, rob the resources, and arrest the relevant leaders, including Jiang Wen! Once the personnel are obtained, they will be interrogated immediately to find out the whereabouts of the Shanghai headquarters."

"Hi!" The Japanese responded first, then frowned and said:
"It's such a pity. According to the information Mitsui obtained from inside the Secret Service, the agents in Shanghai District are divided into six groups. The Nanshi group and the concession group do not overlap with each other. In fact, they may not know that the Nanshi agents , I think it is safer to follow.

And now the situation has been proved. The leader of Nan City is Jiang Wen, and the leader of the public concession is Jiu Ye. They also used a group of people to follow Mitsui, so they should be unaware of it. "

"You can't think like that." Kimura Aoi shook his head: "It has been proved that Mitsui is not capable.

Now the new district chief Zeng Haifeng from the Secret Service is acting differently from the previous district chiefs. We don’t know whether they have changed at all and we can’t take risks.

If we are counter-tracked by Jiang Wen, our address will be exposed, and we cannot afford the consequences. "

"Hey, just listen to the teacher."

Kimura Ao nodded and looked at the two of them: "Teacher, I would like to say that the people from the Secret Service must be conducting a thorough investigation all night long, so we must fight fast!
Notify everyone in Zhabei District to come back. We all mobilized and acted in groups. Everyone arrived at the designated destination. Now at 04:30, Jiang Wen went out at 07:30. The people following Mitsui also left at about the same time. All groups acted together! "

The two Japanese nodded seriously: "Hi!"

Four fifty.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

In the hotel, Zhou Qinghe was in a mood to get out of bed. He felt that it was immoral to be woken up right after he woke up.

"Hey."

Ma Qingqing's voice was full of joy: "Boss, a patient came to our door and said there was an emergency and wanted you to visit."

"Oh?" Zhou Qinghe became more energetic. It was rare for him to come to see him. He usually just made up lies when he said he had a medical consultation. In fact, there was not so much business.

"Did you tell him the starting price is 200?"

"I said it and agreed to it."

"The discerning eye knows the pearl. Okay, I'll be right over."

The patient is the father, so he has to take good care of him. As for doctors, basic medical ethics still need to be taught. It doesn’t matter what time it is when you pay for medical treatment. This has to be done.

When Zhou Qinghe came to the clinic, the Japanese person opposite said anxiously: "Doctor, I have a friend who suddenly feels uncomfortable and has difficulty moving. I would like to ask you to go and have a look."

"Do you know the specific disease?"

"He had an operation in the hospital a while ago, an abdominal operation, but he suddenly developed a high fever and said that his abdomen hurt." The Japanese made up lies about asking for sulfa.

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "It's infected. Since the operation was done in the hospital, why didn't you go to the hospital and come to me?"

Usually it is normal to go to the hospital when you are sick. Unless introduced by an acquaintance here, Zhou Qinghe, or if you go to the hospital, there is no way to save it. The hospital cannot treat diseases such as tumors.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary person with a normal injury come to his door? After all, 200 yuan is a lot of money.

"I heard from my friends that you have good medical skills." The Japanese continued to act: "Please, I have arranged the car. Please hurry up."

"Okay." Zhou Qinghe glanced at him. He couldn't speak Shanghainese, so he was definitely not a local. He spoke with a Northeastern accent. It was actually normal for Northeasterners to live in Shanghai. However, at this time, the surgeon wanted sulfonamide, and also Don't want to go to the hospital.
isn't it?
He really thought that someone had a discerning eye, which was a pity.

It seems that medical skills will have to shine only after the surgical instrument factory is built.

The Japanese did not publicize the heart attack surgery performed on the Japanese ambassador, and no one knew it was him.

He definitely can't advertise the Japanese ambassador's surgery in newspapers. After all, he is also a little Japanese major, right?

The ambassador's condition is also considered confidential.

If we wait a little longer, wait for the equipment factory to build it, run a wave of advertising, and do more surgeries in the future, I think this matter will be publicized.

"Let's go then."

Instructed Ma Qingqing to pick up the box, bring the medicine, and get in the car.

In addition to the Japanese, there was also a driver in the car. Zhou Qinghe and Ma Qingqing were sitting in the back seat.

"Which friend introduced me?" Zhou Qinghe asked casually.

The Japanese co-pilot looked back with a smile: "I don't know about that. My friend asked me to go there because he said the hospital's last operation was too bad."

"Oh, then your friend has good taste." Zhou Qinghe smiled and stopped asking.The car sped along, and sure enough, the destination was an izakaya in the public concession.

"Doctor, please." The Japanese raised his hand politely.

He knocked on the door and the door opened. As soon as Zhou Qinghe entered, he went up to the second floor and the door was closed.

Counting the two Japanese people in the car, one standing and one lying down, there were four in total.

"This is it." Zhou Qinghe looked at the breathless patient on the hospital bed and asked in surprise: "Didn't you say it was abdominal pain? Why is it a gunshot wound? Gunshot wounds must be reported, and I can't cure them."

The Japanese stopped acting and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry about it. If you cure him, can't we just pay you the medical fee? If he can't be cured?"

The Japanese took out a gun from his waist and said to Zhou Qinghe: "Then your injuries will be exactly the same as his. Doctor, you don't want your life to be so short, right?"

Ma Qingqing on the side was a little nervous. In a Japanese izakaya, the identities of these people were self-evident.

Surgery is not a problem, the problem is that even if they do it, the Japanese will not let them go.

Be prepared to give it a try, or you will die.

Not counting the one on the bed, there were three strong grown men. Even if she could handle one, she didn't know if the teacher could handle two.

She didn't bring a gun.

Both sides have guns.

Her small eyes glanced at the opponent's hand inadvertently, silently thinking about how to snatch the gun away, and then how to use the scalpel to pierce the opponent's palm and neck.

Zhou Qinghe looked at the Japanese and said, "Okay, I'll do it for you."

The Japanese smiled happily and nodded very politely: "Thank you doctor, let's get started."

"But you don't even have a high bed here?"

Japanese residence, one tatami.

"How about going back to the clinic for surgery?"

"No, just here."

"Then move downstairs. At least there's a table."

The Japanese did not refuse and took the initiative to help carry it.

The position was almost there. Zhou Qinghe was ready for the operation and glanced at Ma Qingqing. Ma Qingqing was a little nervous and held the knife in his hand much tighter than usual.

The Japanese couldn't tell. He was in contact with Ma Qingqing every day and could spot it at a glance.

"Don't be nervous. Keep your mind calm at all times. Come on, you will do this surgery."

"I'm coming?" Ma Qingqing was a little surprised.

"What a great opportunity, gunshot wound to the abdomen, you're here to take action."

Zhou Qinghe seized the opportunity to practice with Ma Qingqing.

Ma Qingqing has no objection, but the Japanese do.

How is it possible to have an assistant do the surgery for them?
He said with a gloomy face: "Don't play tricks. You are here to perform this operation, and you must do it yourself!"

Zhou Qinghe glanced at him and asked, "Japanese?"

The Japanese sneered: "This is none of your business. Just do your job well. Don't ask so many questions. The money that should be given to you will be given to you naturally."

"Who have you ever deceived with this kind of lie?"

Zhou Qinghe looked calm, not angry, and said with a smile: "My assistant will do it. If your man dies, I will pay with his life. If you feel embarrassed, how about you kill him now? I am already prepared to die."

In the eyes of the Japanese, Zhou Qinghe looks very polite. Why is he so arrogant?Even when death was imminent, he was even more arrogant than them?

"Doctor, we won't kill you." There are still honest people who are ready to deceive honest people and speak very kindly.

Zhou Qinghe replied: "Shut up if you don't dare to shoot. If you wait any longer, you will really die."

The Japanese shut up and had no choice but to do so.

Ma Qingqing was stunned. Teacher Zhou was so awesome that she even wanted to let him practice one more surgery at this time.

Is there any deep meaning of counterattack in it?

She couldn't help but wonder.

"Let's get started, don't get distracted." Zhou Qinghe said.

"Yes." Ma Qingqing began to operate. It was her first time to perform surgery on a person who was shot in the abdomen. This was a rare opportunity and it really required concentration.

The operation was being performed here, and the Japanese wanted to monitor Zhou Qinghe over there to prevent intentional homicide. They waited and chatted, of course in Japanese.

"What does the teacher want us to do next? Are we still hiding here?"

"No, we will start the operation at dawn today. We will start from Nanshi first. The female leader was arrested on the way to work. The other people will be responsible for robbing supplies. At the same time, we will attack the four people here in the concession.

I don’t know if that guy from the Qinggang will show up again. Let’s take a look when the time comes. If he still dares to show up, we’ll arrest him if we can, and kill him if we can’t. He caused Nobuo’s jade to be shattered, and Kojiro was shot. We must avenge him. "

"The Qing Gang is quite powerful, so we must pay attention to where we hide."

"After the operation is completed later, I want the Chinese to kneel in front of me and beg for mercy."

"You can do whatever you want after it's done, but this girl belongs to me. She's quite good-looking. I didn't expect that I found a doctor and actually gave her such a pretty girl, hahahaha."

"Stop it, the surgery is not finished yet, your smile is too obscene."

"It's a pity it's too late." Zhou Qinghe said calmly.

The three people who were talking at the same time paused and suddenly looked at Zhou Qinghe who was speaking. However, when they thought that this person would be a dead person later, it didn't matter whether he understood it or not. Their eyes were playful: "Do you know Japanese?"

Ma Qingqing was startled. No, teacher, you don’t have to speak.

"Keep doing it." Zhou Qinghe said, turned around and asked in Japanese: "Who are you?"

A Japanese man smiled: "As you heard, Japanese."

Zhou Qinghe walked up to him with a face and asked: "I'm asking who are you? You do both action and killing. Are you from the military?"

"What does it have to do with you?" the Japanese asked.

Zhou Qinghe shook his head in displeasure: "Killing people is none of my business. If you insult me ​​and my assistants, that's a big problem."

Zhou Qinghe put his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, took out his military ID and slapped it on the table: "Here, repeat what you just said to me."

The three Japanese people looked at it immediately. The military ID was completely different from the ordinary residence ID. There was a very obvious military pattern on the surface.

Military Police Headquarters!
With a snap, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed with horror.

For the first time, the three people's bodies stooped unconsciously and their heads were lowered.

It's just a gangster, it doesn't even have a formal establishment, and even a soldier from the military department is not someone they can offend.

Soldiers are not scary, what is scary is the military’s network and the military’s face.

My mouth just now was so foul, and what I said was so offensive.

And it's obvious that this guy is still a military doctor.

Doctors are all treasures, that’s all.

The Japanese who had just threatened to tease Ma Qingqing was frightened: "I didn't know that you were a member of the military. You really deserve to die. Please forgive me."

"Forgiveness?"

Zhou Qinghe looked at him with a smile and said: "Didn't you ask me to kneel down just now, and also asked my assistant to sleep with you?
Where's the courage? "

Zhou Qinghe raised his hand and slapped him in the face with a loud crack, which made the Japanese face turn red.

"talk!"

The Japanese knelt down and said with emphasis: "I was wrong, Your Excellency. I really didn't expect that you would hide in the French Concession as a doctor."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three Japanese broke into cold sweat. They suddenly thought of something.

This doctor is hiding his identity in the French Concession and must have an important mission. Now that they are forcing him to show his ID, that is really shocking.

"Sir, can I see your ID?" One person suddenly thought of the strangeness of this incident and wondered if there was something fishy about it.

"Want to see it?" Zhou Qinghe smiled half-heartedly: "It seems that you are not from the military department. Can you understand the military department's certificate?"

(End of this chapter)