The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 153 Help
As people become famous and the clinic's business improves, they have to spend their time carefully.

If you want to have more time to do things during the day, you can't waste time at night.

This afternoon, the two patients who were the first to register saw that the British man's operation was successfully completed and he was awake, so they ran over and paid the money.

So Zhou Qinghe started to open a night channel to let them know what the power of money is.

It's not too late, just after dinner to midnight.

However, the Japanese military doctors were not very happy. After get off work, it was supposed to be their pleasant time in the izakaya after get off work, which was used to chat and relieve fatigue.

The main reason is that they have to go to the suburbs of Shanghai to perform operations on country people during the day. What the hell, they have been tired for a long day and they don't even have time to drink.

"Teacher, you can actually arrange to do it during the day and have to work overtime at night. This is too hard for a medical expert like you."

The chief disciple, Kazuo Ogawa, was a little unable to bear it. The rhythm of life was disrupted. He still thought that it would be best if the teacher could arrange the time during the day, so that they could have an excuse to be lazy and not go to the countryside.

Why don't you go to the head office for half a day?
Zhou Qinghe gave him a neutral glance.

"Ogawa-kun, if you don't work hard, I will be very disappointed."

"Chronic myocardial infarction turns into acute myocardial infarction. For patients, waiting until the onset of the disease before treatment is not only a problem of tight operation time, but also fatal. Our early treatment is for their benefit. Protect your life."

"As a doctor, who is paid to do things, shouldn't he consider the patients at all times?"

Zhou Qinghe has also observed these Japanese military doctors these days and knows exactly what level each doctor has achieved.

Among these people, except for one named Haruno Daisy, who is somewhat talented in thoracic surgery, the others, including Kazuo Ogawa, are not good at it.

Heart surgery is too difficult for them.

Probably because the abdominal surgery was still stumbling and prone to mistakes, the subject jumped directly to the heart.

There are some things that you really can’t understand even if they are shown to you. All the solutions are placed in front of you and are absolutely correct, but if you are asked to do it again, you still can’t do it.

I can't say that I watched it in vain, I can only say that it was a pure waste of time.

If it were a Chinese doctor, Zhou Qinghe would definitely give them a rest. With this time to watch, it would be better to review the progress of the operation during the day and what gains there were.

But who makes them Japanese?
Just in time, take a closer look, time is meant to be wasted.

Fujita Yuna's wish for him to teach more was fulfilled perfectly.

And with their help, it was much more logical for Zhou Qinghe to contact other Japanese through them.

Regarding war and intelligence, if you want to know everything in the Military Police Headquarters, getting it from the Japanese is the fastest way.

To develop Japanese people, we need to have more contact with Japanese people and expand our circle little by little.

If you know six people, you can know the whole world. There are more than six Japanese here. It shouldn't be difficult to know Japanese in all the concessions, right?

Observation is one way, contact is another way, and development is another way. Confucius said that thinking is not limited, and there are always more methods than difficulties.

But it’s not you who collects the money. We also confiscated Kazuo Ogawa’s education and thought about it. You still have to watch it.

If you were accused of laziness and went to General Fujita, you would be punished.

There is no natural saying that soldiers are off duty.

Not to mention, I had to stand in the mud in the countryside for a day during the daytime operation. Although the environment improved at night, I still had to continue standing.

After standing up every day, Ogawa Kazuo felt that varicose veins were really not far away from him.

Oh, the teacher is really strong. He performs the surgery cleanly and quickly. In Chinese terms, it is smooth and smooth. This is simply an art.

As Zhou Qinghe's recommender, Ogawa Kazuo naturally had impeccable admiration for Zhou Qinghe's medical skills.

Even if he does it too fast, he feels that his brain can't handle it, and he will feel frustrated. This is a pace that he can't catch up with even his best efforts.

Zhou Qingping usually performs surgeries very slowly. He mainly has to take into account teaching. From today on, he will speed up immediately. If he understands, he will read.

Making money comes first.

"Haruno, how do you feel after watching this?" Zhou Qinghe finished one and asked with great concern how this good student felt.

If you stir up trouble, people will get jealous.

Haruno Daisy has a somewhat introverted personality and scratched her head in embarrassment: "Teacher, your skills are so exquisite that I can't quite understand them."

"If you don't understand something, tell me somewhere."

Haruno Daiju took the opportunity to ask a question, and Zhou Qinghe answered him casually. Haruno Daiju seemed to understand.

Others also asked questions, but Zhou Qinghe was too lazy to answer and scolded them with a straight face.

"You haven't reached the stage of asking questions yet. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Do you understand?"

Seeing others bowing their heads, Zhou Qinghe patted Haruno Daisy on the shoulder alone and gave him a smile: "You still don't understand? Read more and learn more. I think you are still very talented."

"Really? Thank you for the compliment, teacher." Haruno Daiju was a little excited and couldn't believe that she was praised by Zhou Qinghe.

Other military doctors were envious. This was the first time the teacher had praised someone. Unexpectedly, the person being praised was actually an introvert.

For a moment, the way he looked at Haruno Daisy was a little different.

"Let's go, have a late night snack and rest, and then we'll make another one when we come back."

"Yes!"

"what?"

It was Haruno who happily said yes. He was so excited after receiving the compliment that he wished he could watch ten or eight more of them. Others just whined. This leg really couldn't bear it.

No matter Zhou Qinghe, the teacher has absolute power.

"Teacher, I know there is a good izakaya with fresh ingredients. I'll treat you to a meal. Thank you for teaching me." Haruno Daisy said respectfully.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

If you really don’t know how to behave, you are the only one who invites so many people. Aren’t you cutting yourself off from the team?

I don’t know if it will be useful to divide the Japanese military medical team through idle chess, but I will just watch the fun, and it will not be a loss.

Haruno Daisy took everyone to an izakaya. Haruno proposed to eat sashimi. This is something that costs a lot of money. The treat was full of sincerity.

Zhou Qinghe refused directly, but let them do whatever they wanted.

I ordered some deli meat products for myself, and a bowl of delicious noodles.

Just as the maid came in with the food and was about to close the door, Zhou Qinghe said: "Keep the door open. In fact, the noodles don't go well with the sashimi, and the taste is quite strong. Don't mind."

"Teacher, why do we mind? Please have a meal." The students were very polite.

Zhou Qinghe smiled, said sorry, I need you to accommodate me, and started eating directly.

Every opportunity to visit a place like this is a good opportunity to gather information.

It's easy to be loud when you drink. Japanese people's tempers are not very good these days. Militarism and martial arts are flourishing. Fights and quarrels are common.

Being idle is also idle. As much as you can hear, maybe there will be someone or something that can be useful?

Zhou Qinghe doesn't eat sashimi, and Haruno is thin-skinned. If you say yes, it's not good if you don't. He still knows a little about the world, so he ordered one, but he didn't eat it.

"Haruno, are you eating?" a colleague asked.

"You guys eat."

Now Zhou Qinghe is his benchmark, his role model, and Haruno decides to imitate and learn from his teacher.

It only takes twenty minutes to make a bowl of noodles and vegetables.

"I've finished eating. You guys eat first and get to the hospital in an hour." Zhou Qinghe got up from the tatami.

"Hi."

A bunch of Japanese people didn't refuse. The teacher was here and his aura was too great. They didn't dare to drink. But they came to an izakaya for a late-night snack. What's the point of not drinking?

I can’t understand it anyway, and the alcohol content of the sake is low, so it’s okay to drink some.

The people drinking in the next room were all singing, their drinking bugs had long been ticked out.

As soon as Zhou Qinghe left, voices praising Haruno Daisy rang out in the room.

Haruno Daisy is sorry.

Kazuo Ogawa's smile was a bit amusing.

Zhou Qinghe went out and found a tea room to drink tea. The tea ceremony culture was spread to Japan. In fact, Japanese people like drinking tea, and the more nobles they are, the more they like drinking tea. Tea rooms are relatively high-end places with good locations.

The entrance to the Military Police Headquarters is just right for observation.

It is ten o'clock at night.

There were no people on the road at this point, and the tea room was also very quiet. The private rooms were separated. The Japanese maid in kimono knelt and arranged the tea leaves before leaving.

Zhou Qinghe leaned against the window and slowly observed the movement.

The people who come and go at this point are either powerless overtime dogs, or people who have special jobs and are extremely busy, such as secret service personnel who change shifts.

It was very dark, and it was difficult for him to see the entrance of the Military Police Headquarters with his eyesight.

However, he has a good memory. When people pass by the door of the Military Police Headquarters, the lights at the door shine on the faces of people entering and exiting. It is enough for him to have a brief moment of brightness.

How to tell whether it is an overtime dog or a special agent depends on the status.

Without concealment, the physical fitness of special agents will be much better than that of civilian workers, such as the way they walk, the speed of their steps, and the expression on their face, whether they are calm or tired.

These are all things that can be analyzed.

Don't be impatient, you will definitely find a flaw.

He only needs to pluck out one tongue from among these people, and that would be enough.

After watching for half an hour, there was the sound of a sliding door in the next room, and then someone said something, and the sound suddenly became louder. "I asked you to finish your work before eight o'clock. Can you see what time it is now?"

"You still have the nerve to quibble? What's wrong with the large number of people? Is it troublesome to pay thousands of people?"

"Anyone can do arithmetic work. If you can't even do it well, you might as well die."

"Your mother is a bitch, and your father doesn't even know who he is. It's a disgrace to the empire for people like you to live. If I hadn't taken you in, you wouldn't even have a job."

"Baga, how dare you bite me?"

There was a snap, a clear and loud slap.

"Go away! Without my signature, I'll see what you hand in tomorrow! You don't know whether to live or die!"

Tengtengteng, there was the sound of leaving footsteps.

Zhou Qinghe in the room took a sip of tea and smiled.

Unexpectedly, there were twists and turns. The information collected at the izakaya was of no use, but it was somewhat rewarding when I came to the teahouse.

I don’t know who this person is?

Everyone who suffers injustice is someone he likes.

Only such people are suitable for development.

Zhou Qinghe did not move, but looked at the three people outside the window laughing and leaving. They were going in the opposite direction to the Military Police Headquarters, presumably going home.

The person left behind should be the person who was slapped just now.

An apology sounded at the door, and Zhou Qinghe walked over lightly.

"Thank you, thank you." A male voice.

"You're welcome. Can I get you some ointment? Your face is a little swollen." The female voice should be the waiter.

The voice was a little dull, probably out of embarrassment, "No, thank you."

The sound of some paper being torn.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Tengtengteng, the footsteps fade away.

Zhou Qinghe opened the door and walked out.

At the bottom of the stairs going downstairs, you can still see the back of a young man in a suit, holding a pile of papers in his hands.

The young man went downstairs, followed by Zhou Qinghe.

Went downstairs to the first floor. The young man was about to go out when the cashier at the front desk stopped him.

"Simi Masai."

The young man felt nothing and continued walking.

The female cashier's voice became louder and she even ran out from behind the counter.

"Simi Masai."

"Call me?" The young man paused and turned around.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The female cashier bowed and said apologetically: "Sorry? Are you with the three people just now?"

"No. Yes. What's wrong?" The man didn't want to admit it, but he still responded.

The female cashier bowed and said with a smile: "Your three friends just said that you will pay the bill tonight."

"They didn't pay?"

The young man's voice was high-pitched and his expression was stunned. Then his eyes were angry and his expression became dull again.

"Yazi."

The waitress who just helped the young man pick up the documents couldn't stand it anymore. She ran down from behind Zhou Qinghe and bowed politely to Zhou Qinghe when she passed by him.

The little girl with freckles on her face immediately muttered indignantly to the cashier, and she must have told what happened to the young man just now.

The young man is very smart and must understand. The little girl may have good intentions and want to help, but the young man's face does not look good and he is getting more and more embarrassed.

Zhou Qinghe rolled his eyes and wanted to laugh. This little girl is a good person, but she is a bit cute.

Don’t you know that men are good at face?
After hearing this, the female cashier Noko cast a sympathetic look at the young man, and just muttered to the freckled maid in embarrassment.

"Jingxiang, that's what you say, I sympathize with you, but you can't let me pay for this, right? I'm not the boss.

And even if they have a grudge, he himself admits that they know each other, and I can't help it. The most I can do is give him a discount."

Shizuka also knew that it was impossible to waive the order, so she shook Noko's arm and said, "Then give me more discounts, please."

After speaking, he smiled kindly at the young man.

It doesn’t mean that young people laugh or don’t laugh.

So I chose to smile on my face but not on my face.

My face was swollen from the beating, and it was broadcast, but the person was really kind-hearted.

"Okay." Noko smiled helplessly and shrugged, then bowed to the young man: "Hello, the total consumption is 600 yen, I will give you a 100 discount, you just pay 500."

The young man's face suddenly changed: "How much? 500 yen? What is so expensive?"

The salary of the most ordinary soldier is only 8 yen a month. The salary of the Military Police Headquarters is a little higher, only 12 yen a month.

One cup of tea consumes one month's salary of 40 soldiers?

Noko told the bidding codes one by one: "The tea we have here is top-quality tea collected from China. Your friend drank Shifeng Longjing, which cost 100 yen per person, and they also ordered some pastries, which we invited The palace pastries are made by top masters from China, so the price is indeed higher than those sold outside."

Young people understand that what they drink is not tea, but taste, the style of the place.

It was just an empty bag that embarrassed him.

He was angry, but he couldn't vent his anger towards his boss on the two girls in front of him.

Two and a half years' salary.

If this Shizuka didn't help him, or even looked down upon others, he could shamelessly say that he wanted money to go to them.

But now, I really can’t tell.

"Can I go back and get the money?"

When a man said this, he already threw his face on the ground.

What's worse than throwing your face on the ground is that others still don't believe that your face is worth anything.

Yezi is very difficult to handle as a cashier. What should I do if you run away?
500 yen, she couldn't afford it.

"Noko." Shizuka shook Noko's arm again: "I believe him."

"I will definitely come back." The young man said the same thing.

"This" Yezi is in trouble.

At this time, Zhou Qinghe spoke: "If you don't have any money, just wait. I've been standing here for a long time. Is it my turn to pay? Or are you going to let me go directly?"

"Sorry, sorry." Noko and Shizuka immediately began to bow and apologize.

Noko quickly asked about the room, looked at the account in the notebook and said, "You spent a total of 100 yen."

Zhou Qinghe took out his wallet from his suit pocket, which contained a thick stack of banknotes.
He took out a 100 yen note and handed it over lightly.

Today's Japanese yen are called Bank of Japan exchange coupons, and there is still an exchange statement written on the coupon: This coupon can be exchanged for as many gold coins as possible.

It used to be a gold standard, but now it's a paper standard. You can't change it for gold coins, but it's still written like this.

There are four denominations: 5, 10, 20, and 100 yen.

Zhou Qinghe's shot is 100, and he has a lot of big money in his pocket. The main character is a rich man.

"Thank you." Yezi smiled happily and bowed: "Welcome to visit next time."

The rich ones are much more pleasing to the eye than the poor ones.

Zhou Qinghe put the money into his suit pocket with his backhand and strode out.

As I was passing by, I accidentally bumped into the young man's shoulder.

The young man had his head lowered and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of Zhou Qinghe, a wealthy man. He staggered back and almost fell down when he was hit. A large pile of paper in his hand fell to the ground again.

Scattered all over the place.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zhou Qinghe glanced at the papers on the floor and clicked his tongue. He squatted down and picked them up helplessly. He picked up a few randomly and patted them in the young man's hand.

"You are half responsible for blocking the road in the middle of the road. I pick up half of it and you pick up half of it."

Zhou Qinghe smiled and went out directly.

"Who is that person?" Jingxiang watched Zhou Qinghe leave, still muttering: "It was obviously him who hit someone, why is it half and half?"

The young man's eyes were filled with astonishment, and then he was pleasantly surprised. He looked at the five hundred-dollar bills in the middle of the paper, which appeared at an angle that the two women could not see. He had mixed emotions for a moment.

Zhou Qinghe walked out and smiled, it was a payslip, which was a bit interesting.

One finance, finance for thousands of people, isn't it obvious what unit's finance is around here?
It's worth spending 500 to help.

Slow down your pace. If you are a smart person, you should run up to say thank you later.

(End of this chapter)