The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 4 First Meeting
Zhou Qinghe stood on the railing not looking at the scenery, but looking at the people.

To be precise, it is to remember people.

He is developing the boundaries of his photographic memory, how many things and people he can remember.

As a doctor of medicine, he is actually very interested in whether there are some unknown changes in his brain.

Oh, and of course, improved physical coordination.

But unfortunately, there is no MRI in this world.

So he took advantage of his free time to stand here, looking at all kinds of people, doctors, and patients below, remembering their appearance, and then replaying it in his mind.

Generally speaking, in a large scene, if you look at many people one by one, you will soon forget the appearance of the person in front of you, and you will not feel familiar until you see them again.

But he won't.

Zhou Qinghe has been standing here for 10 minutes. He clearly remembers the appearance of more than 100 people who came in and out.

"If I had this ability when I was studying for a Ph.D., wouldn't I be able to take off?"

If he had a photographic memory back then, he could theoretically memorize papers and medical books all over the world.

Then when I went to the hospital for internship, my doctoral supervisor and academician led a team to make rounds and asked questions, and they quoted classics and scriptures without hesitation to astonish the audience.
It's cool to think about it.

In turn, it was the hard work of studying for a PhD.

There are so many medical books.

But now is not the time for daydreaming. Most of the hospital is filled with ordinary people, so when he sees Dai Yunong, he can deduce that this is a big shot based on other people's reactions.

I didn't expect that I was here to find him.

Then Dai Yunong appeared in front of him.

"Are you from Fenghua?" Dai Yunong asked.

"Yes. Are you?" Zhou Qinghe is from Xikou, Fenghua, Ningbo.

Dai Yunong did not answer, but chuckled and said: "When the principal founded Wuling School in his hometown, he probably didn't expect that a top surgeon would come out here. If I told him about this, he would definitely very happy."

Zhou Qinghe was startled when he heard this, not because the other party could find out his origin so quickly, the Secret Service, this is normal.

But at this moment, the principal opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and still acted like this. He guessed who the visitor was.

Big spy boss!
"Who are you?" Zhou Qinghe asked again.

"Dai Yunong."

".Sorry, I don't know you."

Dai Yunong's smile froze slightly, but he soon became cheerful: "You don't hear anything outside the window, and you only focus on reading the books of sages. If it weren't for your concentration, it would be difficult for you to achieve this achievement."

Dai Yunong knows how difficult it is to become a surgeon.

This little brother has a clean resume. He only studied in Japan for a few years and was able to perform such an important operation. The director of surgery admired him. It was not just a question of talent, but solid hard training.

Both are indispensable.

I don't know his name, that's normal.

"I've just arrived, and I really don't know your identity. What does Mr. Dai want from me?" Zhou Qinghe couldn't figure out his purpose, so he simply asked directly.

With his status as the chief surgeon, Dai Yunong could not embarrass him, so there was no need to panic.

Dai Yunong said quickly: "You must have heard of the Fuxing Society. I'm here to invite you to join the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society."

"Me?" Zhou Qinghe sounded a little confused: "I am a doctor, what can I do?"

He didn't even think that Dai Yunong was looking for him to be a spy!

If you come to him for cutting some small parts, that would be more normal.

Even the foreskin.

Dai Yunong is very serious:

“The fighting on the front lines is tense right now, and the Japanese are aggressive.

The principal's purpose of establishing Wuling School was to help his hometown and to select talents for the country.

As a special department directly under the principal, the Secret Service also undertakes a variety of tasks. Similarly, we also need a variety of talents. "

"But what can I do?" Zhou Qinghe still didn't understand.

"Same, save people, someone will tell you the details.

What I can tell you now is that if you perform one operation here, you can only save one person; if you perform a hundred operations here, you can save a hundred people.

But in our Secret Service, although the person you rescue may not necessarily be a good person, or even an enemy, you can revive him and let us get information out of his mouth.

Saving one person will save thousands of soldiers on the frontal battlefield.

This is the Grand Duke! "

Dai Yunong made a loud sound.

Zhou Qinghe figured out the logic and understood it.

Based on his knowledge of spy dramas in his previous life, it was probably that some prisoners were brought to the hospital due to inconveniences such as being shot, and then he went there, so that he could perform the surgery directly within the Secret Service to avoid accidents or the like?
My guess is this.

But he wasn't mentally prepared to be a spy?

When he came here, he just wanted to carry forward his medical skills and reduce as much pain as possible.The most I can do is find a way to make some money, and then open a pharmaceutical company so that some drugs can be discovered early.

Being a spy really wasn't on his radar.
But now, Zhou Qinghe thought about the pros and cons and chose to nod in agreement:

"Okay, I'll go."

Because he thought about one thing, how could he keep the pharmaceutical company without the power to protect the road?

During the war years, there was no source of information, and a factory built could be wiped out by missiles the next day.

Moreover, although doctors' income is high, it is far from enough compared to the funds needed for research and development in the pharmaceutical industry.

Is it faster for the Secret Service to get money?
Stephen Punk, the Golden Buddha on the Amyrlin?
"Okay! You are a loyal and brave man, the principal will be very happy."

Dai Yunong patted Zhou Qinghe on the shoulder, "With your medical skills, you can definitely enjoy life abroad, but since you chose to return to China as soon as you graduated, I know that people like you have lofty ambitions."

After Dai Yunong finished speaking, he left. The first task given to Zhou Qinghe was to take good care of the red party. When the red party's health improved and could be transferred, they would go to work together at the headquarters.

"When I come to the hospital to work, my identity becomes a dog spy."

The interview was in a hospital, but the one who joined was the Secret Service. Zhou Qinghe felt that there was a romantic atmosphere in this.

As for the identity of the person he rescued, he knew it after the operation.

Although Team Leader Jia didn't say it, Su Weiyong was mature.

“I’ll tell you how to tell who they’re arresting.

Just remember one thing, the Red Party is closely guarded by the Secret Service, and the Japanese are guarded by a few people.

Because only the Red Party dared to form a team to attack the hospital to rescue their comrades, but the Japanese were too late to escape, so what precautions could they take? "

It makes sense and is convincing.

It's time to talk to Director Su. Not to mention that Director Su has taken good care of him these past two days, but that he will go to the Secret Service in the future, and with his identity, he will have indispensable contacts with the hospital.

The relationship needs to be improved.

Zhou Qinghe stood on the second floor and watched Dai Yunong and his party leave the hospital. Just as he was about to go find Su Weiyong, he saw a doctor walking out of the dressing room on the second floor and couldn't help but slow down.

White coat, cotton mask, very normal attire, as far as the upper half of the face is exposed, male, more than 30, close to [-] by visual inspection.

But Zhou Qinghe was very sure that in his memory, he had not seen this person in the past few days.

Maybe he's on vacation, maybe he's just here?
"I am Zhou Qinghe, a new member of the Department of Internal Medicine. I will ask for your help in the future."

Thinking of some possibility, Zhou Qinghe took the initiative to say hello, with a very low posture, like a newly graduated doctor.

"Oh, I'm Lao Wang from the Department of Surgery." The doctor stretched out his hand to shake Zhou Qinghe, and then pointed in the direction of the floor above, "I have another patient, we have time to chat."

"Okay, Doctor Wang, walk slowly."

Zhou Qinghe sent Lao Wang away with a smile, glanced in the direction of the fourth floor, turned and walked into Su Weiyong's office.

"Director Su, I have some sad news for you."

Zhou Qinghe told the story about Dai Yunong's arrival, and Su Weiyong immediately became furious.

"What? Oops."

Su Weiyong was furious, and then lamented again and again: "Why did I meet this King of Hell? It's my fault. The procedures are too slow. Oh, you are too, you are confused."

Su Weiyong told Dai Yunong that he had long wanted to choose a surgeon.

"He has already said hello to me, but who wants to go? A good doctor should not be a spy."

Su Weiyong spoke loudly, and was so angry that he wanted to slam the table and scold Dai Yunong's mother. Then he lowered his voice alertly and said with hatred:

"Tell me what you think. I won't tell you your identity. How much does it cost to be a doctor per month, and how much does it cost to be a spy? If it was really a good thing, someone else would have gone long ago."

Doctors who are popular these days should not make too much money. In this current situation, a rickshaw puller earns 80 yuan a month, and an ordinary doctor earns [-] yuan a month.

At Zhou Qinghe's level, one could cost 500 yuan, or even 800 yuan if things go wrong.

What kind of spy are you being?

How much is that?
Su Weiyong really couldn't figure it out. He just felt that Zhou Qinghe was still too young and had been deceived by Dai Yunong.

But once you enter the Secret Service, you can't get out. It's too late to say anything now.

"If you have time to come to my place for surgery in the future, I will give you extra money." Su Weiyong said.

"Okay." Zhou Qinghe nodded with a smile, and then asked: "Director, have I seen all the doctors in our surgery? If I come to the hospital to ask for help in the future, don't get kicked out."

"Yesterday, I introduced Jie Feng to you in the introduction. Speaking of which, I lost a meal." Su Weiyong laughed and scolded.

If this person was taken away by Dai Yunong, it would be a loss.

"I'll do it when I get paid." Zhou Qinghe said with a smile.

"Come on, you only have a few dollars."

"Director, I'm going out first, you're busy."

"it is good."

Zhou Qinghe helped Su Weiyong close the door and looked around the corridor.

I don’t know where Dr. Wang from this surgery department is, so don’t get lost and get caught.

(End of this chapter)