The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 91 Collecting Money
Zhou Qinghe had a great time chatting with Secretary Wang.

As a confidential secretary, Wang Shiji knew too many secrets of the upper class. When he could listen to stories, Zhou Qinghe could listen to them for days and nights.

Wang Shiji has been a secretary for so many years, so he is naturally tight-lipped, but now that he is in this situation, he also knows that he will not die soon.

It's messed up, you name it.

The main thing is that it doesn't matter.

Instead of counting on people from outside to save him, it is better to count on Section Chief Zhou to make great contributions so that he can live a more comfortable life for the rest of his life.

"Chief Zhou, I don't have high demands. I'll tell you whatever you want to hear. I just hope that three meals will be provided on time, with meat and vegetables and milk. In addition, there will be a bed to sleep on and two books to read." To pass the time, that’s not too much to ask, right?”

Wang Shiji looked like it was natural, and the request was not high.

Zhou Qinghe smiled and rewarded him with fried meat on bamboo boards three times a day.

Traitors are more hateful than spies.

At least the Japanese were fighting for their own country's aggressive intentions.

Why are you fighting for gambling money, and I have to feed you?
What a sweet dream.

"How come you, a dignified and confidential secretary, only have a few hundred yuan? It must be that the stolen money has not been clearly accounted for. I'll beat you."

"Chief Zhou, Section Chief Zhou, you can't do this to me, ah~"

The screams became quieter as the door of the interrogation room closed.

Zhou Qinghe took the corruption clues he gave to the director's office and submitted them to Boss Dai.

There were a lot of corruption clues from hearsay and without evidence. Those were of no use, so he didn't have the time to verify them.

The Executive Yuan has its own Control Yuan, and we will let them investigate on their own when the time comes.

Speaking of which, the Supervisory Yuan is the area under the jurisdiction of Xu Fayin, the son of the law, so leave it to him.

There are three people with clear clues for inquiry. These three are the key points.

There is a deputy minister of the Ministry of Transport, a director of the secretary's office, and a director of the Nanjing Police Department.

"Director, this is the final list."

Zhou Qinghe entered the office and handed over the important things.

Boss Dai crossed out a name after reviewing it, and then handed the record back.

"Qinghe, remember, dealing with corruption is different from dealing with the Japanese. We can interrogate the Japanese however we want, and there won't be a few people above us who can help.

But this group of people must have conclusive evidence. Either they don't take action, or they have to hit the snake seven inches until it is dead, otherwise they will easily be bitten by the snake.

Be quick and have enough evidence before the other party reacts. "

People who can achieve this position have a lot of energy behind them, and everything will go down.

"Yes, my subordinate understands."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at Boss Dai’s operation, oh?The head of the secretarial office was crossed out.

He got the title of imperial envoy, but Zhou Qinghe didn't have to do everything personally.

Just let Wang Yong investigate this matter.

He estimated that he would have to show up in the end. Wang Yong's level as a squad leader was still too low, and he was not qualified to arrest the director of the department.

He walked to the door of the Intelligence Department and called Wang Yong.

"Go check these two people, don't let them find out, especially the director of the police department, he has many people, so don't capsize in the gutter."

The threads are all there, it’s just a matter of following the clues.

"Remember, the main thing is to verify the money." Zhou Qinghe gave him a look in a low voice.

How could Wang Yong not understand? It was familiar to him once, and he immediately laughed: "Section Chief, don't worry, I know he is rich just by looking at these two people."

Chief of the National Police Agency, how much can you charge just for protection fees?This is simply a golden mountain.

Not to mention the deputy minister of the Ministry of Transportation, he radiates throughout the country, so it is natural that he will be offered up.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. If you have any trouble, come to me as soon as possible."

Zhou Qinghe patted him on the shoulder and was about to leave when the door to the office of the head of the intelligence department opened diagonally across the street.

Zhang Junshuo came out, smiled when he saw Zhou Qinghe, walked over and said, "Got a mission?"

"Yes, the director ordered us to investigate a corruption case."

Zhang Junshuo was already involved in this case, but he just did not participate in the trial. Zhou Qinghe did not hide it and simply explained the situation.

After all, he is the section chief, and the people under him have to give people face.

After hearing this, Zhang Junshuo nodded thoughtfully, tilted his head and smiled towards the room, "If you have time, let's chat for a while."

"Of course I'm free." Zhou Qinghe entered with a smile, scanned the furnishings in the room and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you change things?"

He was very familiar with this room. After all, it was Zeng Haifeng's original office.

The furnishings here are actually still the same as Zeng Haifeng's original appearance. When the new section chief took office, not a single piece of furniture was changed.

"Very good." Zhang Junshuo leaned on the table, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling calmly.

"Tight money?" Zhou Qinghe asked with raised eyebrows.

"I can't hide anything from Section Chief Zhou. When the Secret Service was in the most difficult period, I worked as a poor stationmaster in Peiping for several years. When I came to Nanjing, I had to work in a miserable kiln. I didn't catch up with anyone in the good times."

Zhang Junshuo smiled helplessly: "I came out to rent a house to find out what the current prices are. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My pocket is cleaner than my face, and I don't even have 100 yuan in my whole body."

The meaning was very clear. Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment and nodded: "You are indeed unlucky."

It's not impossible for Zhang Junshuo to get a piece of the pie in this matter.

After all, the fight against corruption is an offending task. The relationship between Nanjing's upper echelons is chaotic and inbreeding is serious.

Who knows if the sister-in-law of the person under investigation is sleeping in the bed of a big shot?

Wife is not impossible.

Wang Yong's level was low and it would be difficult to deal with this matter. It would be much safer to let Zhang Junshuo charge.

This guy is a veteran webmaster, and he must be more thoughtful than Wang Yong.

And with him standing in front of him, Wang Yong will not be looked down upon with grudges.

"Wang Yong." Zhou Qinghe called Wang Yong in.

"You investigate the Deputy Minister of Transportation, and Chief Zhang, the Director of the Police Department, investigates personally." After speaking, Zhou Qinghe gave Zhang Junshuo a questioning look.

Zhang Junshuo smiled and nodded.

Wang Yong nodded: "Yes."

"Thank you." Zhang Junshuo smiled.

"You're welcome."

Zhou Qinghe patted him and walked out to talk to Wang Yong.

"Spend some manpower over there and go to the ballroom to stare at a woman."

Since there is no need to investigate two big shots, the forty people should not be idle and spend half of them staring at the Japanese woman Miraiko.

"Don't alarm her. Find out her ups and downs. Also, this woman's level of force is not low, and her anti-tracking ability should be high too. Be careful."

"clear."

After explaining their affairs, Zhou Qinghe had to busy himself with the business in hand.

After returning to the office, he called Huang Yueqin from the nursing school.

Gu Zhiyan will hire six doctors and dozens of nurses.

It was easy for the nurse to solve the problem. She made suggestions to Boss Dai at the time, and now the nurse is training with him.

On the other hand, these six doctors still have to find an excuse to blend in perfectly.

Now the internship teaching in the hospital is about to begin, and there is no need to wait.

"Hey, Teacher Huang, I'm Zhou Qinghe. Last time you told me that there are a few doctors who want to join the government department. I happen to have time to go to the Central Hospital. You let them come to study. I'll test their test skills. If they are good, I will Just stay. Well, okay, let them report to the surgery department and I will contact you."

I made another call to Su Weiyong and said that it was entrusted by someone, so we could just follow him and practice together.

After breakfast and lunch, Zhou Qinghe drove to the training ground, figuring that his morning physical fitness session at the training ground was almost over.

By the time he arrived, lunch was almost over.

"Gather everyone together." Zhou Qinghe walked to the center of the playground.

"Yes, sir!"

"gather!"

After seven days of initial training, these medical students were transformed.

The sloppy and undisciplined aura disappeared from his body. As soon as he received the command, a group of people who were supposed to be eating quietly and quickly ran out of the canteen.

Line up neatly and hold your head high.

There are a lot of people, 52 medical students, plus 72 nurses. There are supposed to be 104 nurses, but 32 of them would rather leave without subsidies and are unwilling to participate in physical training.

Then let her go.

Anyway, the people who were supposed to stay couldn't even kick her away.

Zhou Qinghe didn't waste any time and got straight to the point.

"The seven-day training camp is over! The first phase of training is completed!"

"The next step is the second phase, surgical skills training!"

Zhou Qinghe glanced at the medical student and said with a gentle smile, "Don't you want to go?"

The medical student shouted with a straight face: "I want to!"

"Then why don't you look excited at all?" Zhou Qinghe said with a playful smile: "Just smile."

The medical students were grim-faced and did not dare to laugh.

Digging a hole once is enough, and that time I added three kilometers.

Zhou Qinghe's expression was serious: "Change in 8 minutes and set off in 10 minutes!"

"Yes!"

"Disband."

I can finally go to the hospital!
Cheers came out all of a sudden.

I was liberated at this moment. Although it was only seven days from being a student to entering the camp, from going home every day in school to suddenly being closed all day, the change in my identity was actually quite big.

The temperament has also changed quite a lot. For example, the female classmates, who walked gracefully and lightly in school, now wear military training clothes and run very fast and have a refreshing aura.

However, Zhou Qinghe shook his head as he watched the medical students running towards the dormitory building chattering.

What's so fun about going to the hospital?

In the hospital, Su Weiyong was already ready.

All eight operating rooms are open, and simple surgeries have been postponed from a week ago to today.

Afraid that Zhou Qinghe would be too busy alone, including himself, there were seven other surgeons on standby.If it were anyone else, how could these surgeons at the Central Hospital be so obedient?

He was scolded to death for occupying the operating room and still being on call.

But when I heard it was Zhou Qinghe.

It's just a trivial matter, and idleness is idleness.

"Has the patient communicated?"

Zhou Qinghe arrived with his students.

Su Weiyong nodded: "I told them that a surgeon will be watching, and the surgery fee will be free of charge."

Free is the biggest killer. If he wants these medical students to get started as soon as possible, Zhou Qinghe has to think of some tricks.

These days, poor people cannot afford medical treatment. They can only visit small clinics and get some medicine. Large hospitals, when they see the gorgeous doors, think they are very expensive, and they dare not go in.

Otherwise, where would the high salaries of doctors come from?

"What about the surgery schedule?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

"Here it is." Su Weiyong handed over a form, which registered today's surgery schedule for each operating room.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at it. To him, it was all very simple things.

But for now, as long as it is an operation, it is a major operation, such as appendectomy, which requires disembowelment.

"I'm lucky. I have an appendix. This is not something that can be scheduled. Who will perform the surgery? In this case, some people are quick and others are slow."

Zhou Qinghe raised his head and glanced at the students.

Chief surgeon?

The students who had been laughing happily just now noticed the familiar atmosphere of the hospital, and their eyes widened.

"Are we the surgeons?"

They thought they were here to strike first or something.

Is this the chief surgeon?

Although they had come to the hospital for internships, they had no chance to use mobile phones at all, and there were very few opportunities to even suture.

I've never been a surgeon.

Some panic.

"What are you afraid of? We are watching."

Zhou Qinghe smiled relaxedly: "It's all happened this way. It's not the first time for anyone. And, to be honest, haven't you ever imagined that you could be the chief surgeon earlier? It's impossible."

The boy smiled sheepishly. Of course he had fantasized about it. As a medical student, no one has fantasized about standing in front of the stage with a scalpel.

I look forward to this day coming soon all the time.

but now
I really had to perform an operation on a living person, but I felt uneasy.

After all, that's a human being.

"Ugh."

Zhou Qinghe sighed, "How many corpses have I found for you? How many appendices have you touched? Haven't you touched enough yet?"

"If you think you can't do it, go back and touch the body. If you can do it, leave it behind."

Zhou Qinghe didn't talk nonsense to them. He only had five months of training, not to mention an appendix, and there were a lot of gunshot wounds and artillery injuries to be learned later.

Those who can go up, those who can't go down.

The world is like this, so we need people who can withstand pressure.

The surgical skill points can be average and sufficient, but the mentality must be good.

The boy was still struggling to mentally build himself up when someone spoke up.

"I come."

Zhou Qinghe immediately looked over and said, He Lin.

Dean He's niece is exposed to a lot of things, so she will indeed be more courageous.

"Then come and I will give you a platform."

"This opportunity is fleeting."

Zhou Qinghe glanced at the boy and put the notebook in his arms: "Now you only have hemorrhoids to treat."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, looking at the elated He Lin, he felt that he regretted it so quickly.

"It's your first time, don't rush, it doesn't matter if you take your time."

Zhou Qinghe stood beside He Lin and comforted her.

He Lin nodded, clenched and unclenched her fists, exhaled, picked up the knife, looked forward and recalled the entire operation process, nodded to Zhou Qinghe, and began to operate.

A slash of the knife revealed a five centimeter wound.

As they began, several other operating rooms also began their journey.

They are all minor surgeries, and the main focus is to practice and get the feeling of being a doctor first.

What Zhou Qinghe mainly arranged was a large quantity and too many poor people. Small problems that were usually tolerated and ignored were now free, and all kinds of weird diseases appeared.

But there are only so many operating rooms. Some people are doing operations, but more people don't have to do it, they can only watch. They are so anxious and want to get started.

An hour and a half later, He Lin came out.

"How was it? Was it successful?" A classmate asked immediately.

He Lin gave him a strange look: "Do you think it will fail with Professor Zhou here?"

The classmate pondered, he seemed to have asked a stupid question.

"How does it feel to have an operation completed?" Someone else asked with a curious smile.

Then they saw He Lin close her eyes, slump her shoulders, and exhale a long breath, as if her whole body relaxed.

After waiting for a while, he closed his eyes and said, "This is how it feels."

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"Comfortable."

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The life of 897 begins.

The comfortable feeling is gone forever, only busyness.

Compared with training at the training ground, the students were highly focused during the operation, and the students suddenly felt that the seven days at the training ground were actually quite happy.

Things at the hospital were on track, and Zhou Qinghe took the time to find a separate clinic for them in the suburbs.

When they can work independently, they will plow the patients outside the city again.

Five days passed in a flash.

Zhang Junshuo closed the net.

The director of the police department was arrested, and together with his men, sons and nephews, they arrested 27 people, which shocked the whole city.

Two days later, Zhang Junshuo called Zhou Qinghe back.

"When I see that smile on your face, I know something is up."

Zhou Qinghe walked into Zhang Junshuo's office, and Zhang Junshuo immediately smiled, and the smile was wider than before.

"The case is over."

Zhang Junshuo came out and poured a cup of tea for Zhou Qinghe: "The director vomited 120 million."

"How much?" Zhou Qinghe was surprised.

120, what is this concept?
According to the ratio of legal currency to U.S. dollars of 48, that is [-] U.S. dollars.

When Zhou Qinghe was the richest, his wealth was less than one hundred thousand dollars, including gold.

You must know that this is already the wealth that a quartermaster has been greedy for in his lifetime.

This director is too vomiting.

"He's not the only one. His nephews and nephews opened several companies, and all the money that was stolen by his subordinates was confiscated. Most of it was real estate and the like."

It would be easier for Zhou Qinghe to accept it, but it was still too much.

"Your hands are so fast. Did anyone die?" Zhou Qinghe praised.

To be able to spit out so much, 27 people, and the trial ended in just two days. He believed that Zhang Junshuo must have done something serious.

"It's a good thing, Director. He went directly to the electric chair so there were no wounds on the surface."

"But his nephew accidentally killed two of them."

Zhang Junshuo smiled lightly and told the story. For a veteran spy, this casualty was common.

Zhou Qinghe nodded and said with a smile: "The director should be happy."

Some of this money must be handed over to the finance department, but Boss Dai will definitely use tricks to keep some, in order to make a fortune anyway.

At this time, Zhang Junshuo took out a key from the desk drawer and handed it over.

"The key to the central bank's safe is yours."

"How many?"

Zhou Qinghe naturally accepted it.

Zhang Junshuo stretched out his hand and turned it over again.

"One hundred thousand?" Zhou Qinghe silently expressed shock.

This is too much.

The 120 million includes the value of the real estate, and the cash is several hundred thousand. Most of the people here have confessions, and they can always match up.

He took [-] and estimated that Zhang Junshuo also had [-], so the gap was too big.

You can't be so greedy for money.

This is because you are afraid of being poor, right?

Zhang Junshuo smiled: "Don't worry when I do things, dead people don't speak."

Zhou Qinghe suddenly realized that he would not ask anymore. It is estimated that the accurate number is not 120 million, but 140 million.

As for whether there would be more, he didn't care.

People are caught and killed by others. He does not bear the consequences and does not seek more.

It's pretty good to get [-].

Once this side is settled, it’s time to wait for Wang Yong’s share.

(End of this chapter)