The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 309 Festering
Tsukahara Jishizo has been drinking for more than an hour and his face is red. He hasn't had such a good time in a long time. Fujita Kazukiyo has a good alcohol tolerance, is well-educated, and is happy today.

When he heard about what happened outside, he went back to the telecommunications room.

"Don't worry about this radio station. Section Chief Fujita's radio station is not within your surveillance range."

"Hi."

"Fujita-kun, come on, let's continue drinking."

"OK, wait."

Zhou Qinghe took the telegram translated by the communicator and looked at it. There was nothing surprising, so he sat down and continued drinking.

"What's wrong?" asked Tsukahara Jishisan.

"Two more businessmen died, and the local gangs were a bit noisy, but that's nothing." Zhou Qinghe smiled and said, "These are the same methods that have been used over and over again. There's nothing new. I don't need to deal with them for now. Let's talk about your business. I heard from Matsumoto that you were injured in that area?"

"Matsumoto told you all this? You big mouth!" Tsukahara Jishisanwa cursed, then told him the situation.

"Do you have a medical report? Bring it to me."

"I haven't done that."

"Well, that's fine. Let's find a hospital tomorrow and I'll do the examination for you personally. This way it can also be kept confidential."

Tsukahara Jishizo naturally agreed and asked nervously, "Is this disease serious? Can it be cured? Do I need surgery?"

Zhou Qinghe explained to him the possible situations and causes. Standing difficulty is nothing more than a psychological disorder, organic damage, or the emergence of other diseases, which leads to problems with blood vessels and indirectly affects standing.

In most cases, it is curable.

"You were originally normal, but you are temporarily unable to function. It is very likely that there is only a minor problem due to the sudden explosion, so there is really no need to worry too much. I will check you out tomorrow and everything will be clear."

"That's great, hahahaha." Fujita Kazukiyo's words are the golden rule. Since he says it's okay, it must be okay.

Tsukahara Jishida was overjoyed and drank repeatedly until he was drunk.

"Your general is drunk."

Zhou Qinghe said to Matsumoto Hideo who had made a hard trip and made countless phone calls.

Japanese people have such a low alcohol tolerance. They didn’t drink much.

"The general has been feeling a little depressed lately. Maybe you gave him hope, so he was particularly happy today and drank a little more."

Hideo Matsumoto glanced at the wine bottle. Not to mention the wine he brought, he also finished the two bottles that were added later. He didn't leave any for himself. Oh, so sad.

"Thank you for your hard work, goodbye."

Zhou Qinghe would not live in the military barracks, as it was shabby and easily exposed to artillery fire. There was a street in Hankou that was French territory, called Railway Street. His men had already booked a hotel at the De Ming Hotel there, so they could just go there directly.

The next day, Zhou Qinghe was having breakfast in the hotel restaurant when Matsumoto Hideo came to pick him up.

"Section Chief Fujita, I have asked someone to find out the specific situation. It is true that on the front line, soldiers' wounds festered and their conditions became more serious after taking medication.

So far, there are about 120 people who have experienced this. After investigation, the doctors from the army determined that it was a problem with the medicine, so they ordered to stop using the medicine and to recycle and seal the unused medicine. Currently, these people are being treated in the military hospital in Hankou. "

"Okay, I get it. Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Qinghe continued to eat. After taking a bite, he saw Matsumoto Hideo still standing and asked, "Shall I have one for you too?"

"That's not necessary. I was just afraid that you would need to go to the hospital to see the injured, so I waited for you."

"See the wounded"

Zhou Qinghe chewed his food and looked at him, then laughed: "No need to go, there's no need, just go and get busy."

"Ah?" What kind of commander would not visit the wounded? Giving condolences is a simple way to comfort people. Matsumoto Hideo was a little surprised.

Zhou Qinghe just smiled and said, "It's not time yet. I'll call you if I need you."

Since it was a pit dug by someone else, it meant that it was not a problem with the pharmaceutical factory's production line itself, so Zhou Qinghe really had nothing to worry about.

Since that group of people like to gamble with the lives of the Kwantung Army, then just do it. What does it have to do with them whether the wounds fester or not?

If the situation wants to escalate, let it escalate. If someone wants to die, let him die. To put it bluntly, this is not Shanghai. There is no Military Control Commission that needs to be protected. Zhou Qinghe can be very relaxed.

The only question is, if he solves the problems of these patients, what means will the other party use to keep him?

Thinking simply, since the other party asked him to come, they didn't think of asking him to go back for a day or two. The ideal situation would be to keep him in Yingzo to finish the work in Shanghai.

The minimum time frame is half a month, and one month is almost the limit. If the chaos in Shanghai continues for two months, even if Yingzuo finally makes a contribution, at most his merits will offset his demerits, and this business will not be profitable.

"So that means there should be a commander in this incident in Hankou."

Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Has anyone come from Manchuria recently?"

Considering his influence in the Kwantung Army, Kagesawa is not even one-tenth as powerful as Dobi.

"I'm not really sure about that." Matsumoto Hideo shook his head.

The distance between the navy and the army is comparable to reproductive isolation.

Zhou Qinghe did not make it difficult for him. With so many people in the Kwantung Army, it would be impossible to find out who the commander was by searching, but they could definitely trick him into revealing the truth.

"Which hospital? Accompany me to the hospital." Zhou Qinghe changed his mind.

"Oh, okay, please go ahead, Section Chief Fujita. Didn't you just say you didn't need to go?"

"The purpose is different." Zhou Qinghe paused, turned around and said, "You ask your telecommunications department to send a telegram to the headquarters, saying that Fujita Kazuki arrived in Hankou last night and went to the hospital today. Don't say that I ordered the message to be sent. In the name of your headquarters, from the perspective of observation, you know how to say it, right?"

"Understood. I'll tell someone to do it right away."

Zhou Qinghe got in the car and waited for a while. Matsumoto Hideo made a phone call, and then the group went to the hospital.

Zhou Qinghe led people upstairs. There were more than a hundred people with the same illness, so the hospital simply put all the injured on one floor for care. They soon arrived at the third floor.

The scene in the hospital was nothing but dejected wailing, and the situation in the field hospital occupied by the wounded was even more tragic, with some soldiers missing limbs and wearing bandages, and some lying there with burns on their backs, with no idea whether they were alive or dead.

Huh, with this level of burning on the back, the next step is infection and outbreak. It won’t be long before he’s taken away.

"Come, let me see your wound."

Zhou Qinghe casually tore off the gauze of a wounded soldier to check his wound. His professional and sharp methods made the Japanese soldiers below think that he was really a great doctor in the hospital. They watched silently with their eyes and did not resist at all.

"The wound is really festering. What kind of medicine did you use to cause it? Under what circumstances did you use the medicine? Is this a shell wound?"

"Who knows what medicine it is? It says sulfa." The injured and sick were still very angry when they talked about this.

Zhou Qinghe opened the wounds of several Japanese soldiers and saw that they were all ulcerated, inflamed, and pus-filled. This might be a matter of taking anti-inflammatory drugs in the future, but now the inflammation might not be suppressed and the person would die with a high fever.

"Has anyone in your squadron died from this drug?"

"Yes, eight people have died, those bastards!"

"Asshole? Who are you referring to?" Zhou Qinghe looked at the talkative Japanese man beside him. He liked people who spoke their mind.

"Who else could it be? If those people above hadn't accepted fake money and given us fake medicine, would we be in this situation now? They even dared to fake the sulfa drugs they gave us. Sooner or later, our Great Japanese Empire will perish at the hands of these parasites in the Medical Bureau!"

The soldiers on the front line risked their lives, but those in the rear took bribes and even used fake medicine to deceive people. Zhou Qinghe could understand this anger.

But Zhou Qinghe raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "How do you know that it was the people from the Medical Bureau who replaced your medicine?"

"Who else could it be if not them?!" The loudest voice speaks the truth, and the soldier's face turned red and his neck was thick, looking arrogant.

"Be quiet and talk less." An older soldier on the side cursed in dissatisfaction, then looked at Zhou Qinghe and said, "Just focus on your illness and don't ask about this kind of thing."

After saying that, he turned his head and then looked back at Zhou Qinghe, puzzled: "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before?"

Zhou Qinghe had a faint smile on his face and covered him with a blanket: "Take good care of yourself and don't catch a cold. It can be fatal."

Zhou Qinghe turned and walked out, his expression solemn, "Is the Army Command in the city?"

Matsumoto Hideo quickly replied, "Yes, the headquarters and civilian staff are all working in the city." "How long will it take to get here?"

"It would take more than ten minutes by car."

"fifteen minutes."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at his watch. It was 8:13. He looked up and said, "Contact the hospital management, the Army Medical Office, the warehouse manager, and the head of the Department of Health. I'll give them 15 minutes. Anyone who is not here by 8:28 will be dismissed!"

"Hi!"

"Go to the meeting room."

Kazukiyo Fujita took people to the conference room, and Hideo Matsumoto took the task and immediately went to the doctor's office to make a phone call.

Section Chief Fujita was about to get angry. The mission could not be delayed, but just because he didn't delay it didn't mean he couldn't do anything bad.

So many departments need to make phone calls, and each call takes fifteen minutes. The fate of the calls received first and later can make a big difference.

Call the hospital management first. Those who save lives and heal the wounded need more preparation time, so it is more important to call them.

And Section Chief Fujita doesn’t even have a cup of tea, so we have to find someone to make tea, which is particularly important.

The second place to call is the Department of Health, which is a civilian department in Hankou and is responsible for ordinary people, not the military. Although they are probably not very important in the matter, the military and the Department of Health may need to cooperate in the future, so they will be given priority second.

The third person was the Army Medical Office. The last person to call was the Medical Office. Wouldn’t the Army say that the Navy was targeting him? He was not that kind of person.

The last person is the one in charge of the warehouse. People in this position usually have connections, and for this kind of person, it is not certain whether they get up or not. Matsumoto Hideo thinks that letting the other person sleep more is also for his health.

Matsumoto Hideo made the call happily, listening to the slow and impatient voice on the phone, and then to the confusion, shock and urgency he heard about Fujita Kazukiyo's identity.

"Fifteen minutes?! Damn it! How is it possible to get there?"

I want you to be unable to reach it, idiot
After the call, Matsumoto Hideo went to the conference room to report the situation to Zhou Qinghe.

"Everyone has been notified. The hospital leadership was notified by someone from the hospital. It was said that I answered the phone. The Army Medical Office confirmed that it was me. The warehouse manager's contact said that he was out on inspection and would find a way to notify. The Department of Health's phone was unreachable and no one answered. I found someone nearby and went to tell them."

"it is good."

Zhou Qinghe looked at his watch. It was considered fast to finish all these tasks in twelve minutes. Matsumoto Hideo was quite capable.

I didn't tell the person on the phone that Fujita Kazukiyo asked you to go to the hospital within fifteen minutes. This order was issued 20 minutes ago. I can be considered a good person.

Not long after, the traffic outside the hospital gate suddenly increased, and everyone was trying their best to rush towards the hospital gate at the fastest speed, ignoring any red lights, and the horns kept honking.

Passersby were all surprised. There were no cars a minute ago, so how come they all came together at the same time? They must be in a hurry to be reborn.

However, what was even more devastating was that each car was just slowing down and had not yet stopped when the door was quickly opened. Middle-aged men with sweaty faces got out of the cars. They had no time to say anything and strode up the stairs and rushed into the hospital.

third floor.

The middle-aged man with glasses ran over panting and saw from a distance two burly men with expressionless and serious faces standing at the door of the conference room.

Just these two people standing there made people feel inexplicably nervous.

The middle-aged man with glasses walked to the door and was stopped by one of the sturdy men at the door.

"Name, unit, position."

"Fukuda, Fukuda Kazuai, the dean of this institute."

The burly man glanced to the side, where a facial recognition tool was standing. The young nurse nodded tremblingly.

"Yes, he is our Futian headmaster."

The sturdy man turned his gaze away and stretched out a hand, "Hand over your weapon."

Futian's heart trembled again and he glanced inside the room, but the door of the conference room was closed at this moment, and he couldn't see who was sitting inside through the crack in the door.

But he had no choice at the moment, so he obediently pulled out his pistol from his waist and handed it to the guard.

"You can go in." This was the response I got.

"Name, unit, position." The burly man asked the several people who came with Futian behind him.

The man smiled and said, "Vice Dean, I am the Vice Dean."

"Step back five steps and wait where you are."

The vice president's smile faded slightly.

Futian swallowed his saliva, pushed open the door of the conference room, and looked up to see a rather young man sitting in the seat that originally belonged to him in the distance. The suit he was wearing looked very high-end.

At this moment, this person was concentrating on writing something on paper with a pen.

"Section Chief Fujita, I am the dean of our institute, Fukuda Kazuai, and I am here to report to you." Fukuda Kazuai bowed and kowtowed in one breath.

The meeting room was silent, and Zhou Qinghe did not respond to him. The hospital staircase, which should have been bustling, was turned into a restricted area due to control. At this moment, on the road where people should have passed by, there was no one at all. There were only a few standing wooden stakes, who dared not make any sound. It was very quiet.

After standing for a long time, Fukuda and Ai felt their necks were a little sore.

It should have been a very common bowing etiquette, but now there was no response from Fujita Kazukiyo. He didn't know whether he could look up. Under normal circumstances, it would be okay for him to look up on his own, but today, he didn't dare to.

So he just hunched over like that, feeling extremely uncomfortable and sad. But what made him most uncomfortable was not the sadness, but the oppressive atmosphere, which was like being interrogated, making him particularly nervous.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and the sound of a second person arriving was heard at the door.

"I'm not late, I'm not late." The man wiped his sweat as he ran, panting and stretched out his hand to point at his watch to the guard at the door, "Eight thirty is just right."

Although the time had already reached 8:50, the guard did not respond to his suggestion to change the time. He continued to follow the procedure, asking him his name and position, and then asking him to surrender his gun. After handing over the gun, he was allowed to enter.

The man who came in was quite mercenary. He first reported to Zhou Qinghe who didn't even look up.

"Sir, I am Liang Dawei, Director of the Hankou Health Department, and I have been ordered to report here."

Then he smiled and nodded to everyone.

There was no response. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Liang Dawei was not embarrassed. He just swallowed his pride and stood there waiting to be called.

Although he also felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, it was okay. At least he was reporting while standing at attention and he didn't have to bend over even if he stood for a long time. It was much better than the Japanese dean next to him.

It's just a little too good, this stop lasts an hour.

Which bastard hasn't arrived yet? Liang Dawei cursed his ancestors in his heart.

When he felt his body was going numb, the third person finally arrived, wearing a neat military uniform and holding the rank of major.

The man bowed his head and said, "Section Chief Fujita, Third Class Military Surgeon, Ishikawa Will, I report in as ordered."

There was still no response, but Ishikawa Yishi became much bolder. After waiting for a while, he found that there was no response, so he slowly raised his head and looked at Fujita Kazukiyo.

However, Fujita Kazukiyo was busy with his own things and didn't even look up or meet his eyes, so he turned his gaze to the two burly men standing next to Fujita Kazukiyo.

The guard looked at him coldly without saying a word.

In the entire room, apart from these few people, the only other person was an officer sitting next to Fujita Kazukiyo.

He had never seen or known Tsukahara Jishizo's assistant, and in this situation there was no one he could ask questions to. After looking at the actions of the people around him, he had no choice but to lower his head and wait.

There were three people standing in the room, and the first one would arrive just in time.

The second one was twenty minutes late, but said he just arrived.

The third was an hour and a half late, with no explanation as to why.

The time has changed from 8:30 as scheduled by Fujita Kazukoshi to 9:50.

And until half past eleven, the fourth person still hadn't arrived.

(End of this chapter)