The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 92 Stolen
Wang Yong didn't let Zhou Qinghe wait too long.

Just two days later, the news of the arrest of the deputy minister of transportation spread throughout the city.

The arrest of two important officials one after another made some people uneasy.

However, news came out that the matter was over, which was a relief.

Zhou Qinghe also quickly received the dividends handed over by Wang Yong.

thirty thousand dollars.

Zhou Qinghe looked at the money and couldn't help but ponder. It seemed that catching corruption would bring in money very quickly.

But the matter is really over here. Boss Dai is very happy with the harvest, but he is also under a lot of pressure. I heard that all kinds of calls have blown up the phone in his office.

As a senior official, he must have a lot of connections.

"How's that Meiraiko doing in the ballroom?" Zhou Qinghe asked Wang Yong in the office.

"Nothing has been found yet, Section Chief, this person is a bit troublesome. She is a maid and comes into contact with too many people."

Wang Yong made an excuse to go to the dance hall for a few drinks. It can only be said that the environment was naturally suitable for handing over information.

Pour the wine, order the wine, even accompany the wine
It is impossible to judge whether Miriko is really serving or handing over information.

Moreover, it was impossible to even take pictures on that occasion. There were so many people that it was impossible to remember who Miriko had been in contact with.

"What does she do when she's not at work?"

"She sleeps, buys groceries, goes to shopping malls, and watches movies. She does a lot of things. Section Chief, if you don't say this woman is a spy, I think she is just a normal woman."

"No one has been to her house?"

"Yes, there are. There are a few characters like dancers and maids, all of whom she comes into contact with in her daily life."

"Then just follow along. There is always time to do something."

Zhou Qinghe observed that Meilaizi's martial arts were so good that he would be useful at some point.

And recalling the conversation that night, Miriko and Qingtian were classmates and lovers. After they separated, they came to Nanjing several years in advance.

Qingtian died, and Meiraiko cried, feeling deeply emotional.

According to this calculation, this Meilaizi should not be a small miscellaneous fish.

Just like if Zhou Qinghe had a lover, even if the lover was just an ordinary clerk in the Secret Service, as long as the love affair was exposed, he would not be randomly assigned.

They have been separated for several years, and Boss Dai has to consider his feelings. The reason is that simple.

But if Miriko's identity is unusual, for example, if he is Section Chief Zeng Haifeng, then it would be reasonable for him to be sent abroad.

Who said she was high-level?
Zhou Qinghe guessed that this was probably the case, and this was the truth.

"That's it, don't be in a hurry, get in touch slowly."

If it doesn't work, Zhou Qinghe will find a chance to take a look.

dong dong dong.

"Section Chief." The female clerk from the Medical Department knocked on the door and walked hurriedly.

"Just now, the pharmacy of Gulou Hospital called and said that three boxes of sulfonamide powder were stolen from them last night."

Hearing the word sulfa, Zhou Qinghe's face instantly became serious.

Sulfa is not an ordinary thing. You can lose gold, but you cannot lose sulfa.

All sulfonamides in the city must be registered and can be used in hospitals, but who uses them and why they need them must be reported to Zhou Qinghe’s medical department.

If the doctor feels that the condition is unusual, such as a gunshot wound, he or she must report it immediately.

Therefore, there are only three types of people who need sulfa: red gang members, spies, and black marketeers who want to sell it for money.

Black marketeers still point to the first two.

"How did it get lost?"

"According to the person guarding the pharmacy, he was knocked unconscious while going to the bathroom, tied up in the bathroom, and had a rag stuffed in his mouth. The hospital has called the police, and the police are now investigating."

"It's so good, but the sulfa was stolen. Okay, I understand."

Zhou Qinghe waved away the clerk and looked at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong knew what the section chief wanted to ask and said directly: "She definitely didn't go out last night. Our people followed her 24 hours a day."

Zhou Qinghe nodded slightly, there was more than one spy in Nanjing, and they did not have to be linked together.

"Has there been any action recently?"

"The Intelligence Department is investigating the corruption case. The Qiwei side of the Operations Department is still investigating itself and there is no action." Wang Yong thought for a while and shook his head: "Or there are several other groups."

Zhou Qinghe picked up the phone and called Boss Dai.

"Director, I want to ask you something. I received a report here that sulfa was stolen. Have you heard about other groups of people who escaped recent arrests?"

"Sulfa was stolen?" Dai Yunong was also surprised, and he was keenly aware of the problem inside, "I'll ask, and I'll find fault later."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Boss Dai replied that no shootings had occurred in other groups.

It's not the department's action. When using sulfonamide, there must be injuries. If there are no injuries, there is no need to consider it.

Of course, knife wounds are injuries, but nowadays law enforcement officers do not use knives. Normal people who are accidentally injured by a knife can go to the hospital for treatment without stealing sulfa, so this aspect can be ignored.

Party mediation?
Red Party?

Gu Zhiyan didn't come back, and the red party was arrested and injured by the party's mediation office, so he robbed the sulfa?
Zhou Qinghe frowned slightly in thought, then picked up the phone again and called Zhang Junshuo.

Zhang Junshuo didn't need him to ask, and said directly: "Are you asking about sulfonamide? I received the report, and I'm going out to investigate now."

The loss of sulfonamide is a big deal, and this matter must be investigated clearly.

"Wait a minute. Please help me ask the police department if there have been any shootings in the past two days."

"I asked, but I didn't receive a report."

"Okay, then you are busy."

Zhang Junshuo has gone, so Zhou Qinghe will not get involved in the hospital's affairs.

However, there were no shootings at the Police Department and no shootings at the Secret Service, so the only thing left was party mediation.

Is it really a red party?
But if it was the Red Party, why wouldn't there be any shootings?
Zhou Qinghe thought for a while and simply called Director Xu from the Party Mediation Office.

"Director Xu, I am Zhou Qinghe."

"what's up?"

Director Xu's feelings towards Zhou Qinghe are quite complicated. On the one hand, this person saved his mother, and on the other hand, this person made him embarrassed. He said he didn't hate him, but he wasn't that generous. But he said he hated him, and he couldn't do anything to Zhou Qinghe.

Apart from sulking, there seems to be nothing I can do.

"I received a report here that several boxes of sulfonamides were lost. I would like to ask if you have carried out any operations against the Red Party recently."

"Is the sulfa lost?" He was surprised and quickly replied: "There was no shooting."

"That's okay, thank you."

This week Qinghe couldn't figure out why no harm happened anywhere.
The so-called most improbable means that it is certain. The only remaining possibility is black marketeers. Could it be that black marketeers stole it?
This may actually be very, very low.

Because black market traders know all too well the consequences of losing sulfa, the Secret Service must investigate this matter strictly.

They do business to make money, not to die.

For the sake of a few sulfonamides, I got involved in this business and it was a huge loss.

The whole thing is a bit weird when you think about it, so weird that you really can't figure it out.

"Forget it, it's the Intelligence Department's job anyway, I don't want to do it anymore."

Without sulfonamide, Zhou Qinghe's medical department only needs to record and change the inventory of Gulou Hospital.

He does not need to be responsible for the missing items.

In the evening, Zhou Qinghe was getting ready to sleep at home when he received a notification call from the Secret Service. Gu Zhiyan sent the report and would be home at 12 noon tomorrow, asking Zhou Qinghe to pick him up at the train station.

Of course, it was not Gu Zhiyan's car that picked him up. He could only pick him up along the way. The main reason was that the medical equipment ordered from Shanghai should arrive with the car.

At noon the next day, the train station.

Zhou Qinghe caught sight of Gu Zhiyan coming down, and immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Welcome Chief Gu home."

"I welcome you, my dears," Gu Zhiyan said with a smile.

"Everyone is welcome, everyone is welcome. With these medical devices, suburban clinics around Nanjing that are ready to treat the poor can be opened. I really think about it."

There are still not enough rooms in the hospital, and there are 58 medical students and red party members. These people cannot be left idle and must open up more battlefields. After all, time is precious.

Zhou Qinghe really misses these medical devices.Gu Zhiyan pointed to the freight car at the end: "They're all there. Every car is yours."

"Lu Yun, take them to move things, be careful, some things are precious." Zhou Qinghe instructed the police academy students to carry things into the big truck.

There were a bunch of things like a stretcher, a medical bed, surgical knives, a stethoscope, and a valuable X-ray machine.

This thing costs [-] French currency, which is extremely expensive.

It is equivalent to 300 monthly salary of a second lieutenant.

However, with it, metal objects in the body can be detected, and it is much more convenient to find the location of the bullet injected into the body or the location of the shell fragments.

When the training class is used up, they will be sent back to the Shanghai clinic together, so there is no waste.

Naturally, the two section chiefs didn't need to carry it. They watched their men finish moving and asked them to drive the car back to the office and park it.

Zhou Qinghe took Gu Zhiyan to eat and catch the wind.

Chief Gu had eaten Western food in Shanghai these days, and he missed the taste of Huaiyang cuisine, so he chose a Huaiyang restaurant.

"How is Zeng Haifeng doing lately? Have you seen him?"

"See you." Gu Zhiyan smiled and said: "Zeng Haifeng has been really bad lately. He said that Shanghai is now a puddle of mud. There is no morale, no money, and people are not unified. He has been patronizing these days. Now that we have saved the hearts of the people in Shanghai, we haven’t bothered to cause trouble with the Black Dragon Society yet.”

"The movement is really slow." Zhou Qinghe let out a sigh.

"It's not too slow." Gu Zhiyan defended him: "He told me that the Shanghai District's accounts couldn't even pay out one month's salary. The accounts were so messed up that you couldn't even look at them. Just those people who died last time , the pension has not been paid, and you said you don’t have any money, how can your subordinates do anything?”

"Where did the money go?" Zhou Qinghe was surprised.

This person's salary is paid by the Nanjing Secret Service, and he does not have to raise it himself in Shanghai, and there will also be a subsidy for operational expenses.

"The labor force in Shanghai is expensive, and the expenses are also high. We pay salaries according to levels. You said that the people under your command earn 15 yuan a month, and with his 25 yuan subsidy from Shanghai, it is only [-]. What can he do?"

"Ow~"

As soon as Gu Zhiyan said this, Zhou Qinghe understood that in a big city, indeed, living with 25 yuan in Nanjing can only be a very ordinary life.

However, this problem mainly stems from the fact that there is no meritorious service. If there is meritorious service, not to mention there is a cash reward in the office, just extortion can also knock some food out of the mouths of the Japanese.

Isn’t this what Nanjing does?

His subordinates were roaring and energetic.

"There is another level." Gu Zhiyan continued: "Shanghai District is a big area, and Boss Dai is pressing hard. They have recruited extra people in Shanghai District to collect intelligence. Now there are six groups, all of which are better than the headquarters. This They have to bear the salary of some of the extra staff themselves, and they have no money.”

"Forget about bankruptcy." Zhou Qinghe shook his head with a smile, and then took action: "Let him subsidize it himself, he will definitely have money!"

“He really thought about it.

When I asked him for money to participate in one share, he told me this, but even if he wanted to subsidize it, he didn't dare to come up with it. He said he didn't know if people in Shanghai would snitch. A small report was sent to Nanjing. If the director found out, would he still be alive? "

"Ha." Zhou Qinghe was speechless. He was really helpless.

If you can’t pay for it yourself, what else can you do?
"Well, Zeng Haifeng is so worried that he is losing weight now anyway."

Gu Zhiyan also said with a fun-loving attitude: "Now he is trying to raise money and clean up the money, and at the same time he is trying to rectify the family tradition. How can you think of him bothering to cause trouble with the Japanese?"

While talking, the food was served.

The two of them changed the topic.

Zhou Qinghe picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Section Chief, did your trip go well?"

"Not bad." Gu Zhiyan came closer and said, "What Zeng Haifeng means is that if you pay [-], he will also pay [-]. As for how much dividends to give him, you have the final say. His original words were' You can let Qinghe take care of the arrangement, even if you don't pay a cent, I don't believe he can lose me anyway."

"Then I won't give him a dime." Zhou Qinghe Chichi smiled and said, "How much will you pay, section chief?"

When this topic came up, Gu Zhiyan waved his hand casually: "I don't have much money, so I can only contribute [-] yuan. It's up to you to give me any amount."

"Why did you leave it to me? I'm a doctor, not an accountant."

Zhou Qinghe rolled his eyes at him, paused and said, "Let's do this. I'll get [-]% of the money for the help, Zeng Haifeng will get [-]% for the money, and Section Chief, you'll get [-]% for the help. When the time comes, After paying the personnel’s salary, the rest will be divided according to this proportion.”

"Then I've made a profit." Gu Zhiyan smiled: "But be mentally prepared, I'm going to talk about housing prices next."

"How expensive?"

"Very expensive." Gu Zhiyan gestured with three fingers: "The storefronts along the street in the French Concession are [-] per square meter."

Zhou Qinghe opened his mouth, "Is it so expensive?"

Zhou Qinghe was mentally prepared, but was still shocked by the unscrupulous price.

Three thousand, that is to say, the US$50 brought by three people is only enough to buy a [-]-square-meter storefront house?
This is too expensive.

Gu Zhiyan took out a book of documents and a set of land deeds from the black briefcase beside him, and pushed them towards Zhou Qinghe.

"There are too many foreigners in the French Concession, and there are only so many stores along the street. Not to mention the price, there are not many for sale. I have been waiting for these days, and after looking around, this is the only one I can buy. rise."

Zhou Qinghe shook his head when he heard this, helpless. He thought that [-] US dollars was quite a lot, and he could buy about three sets, but it turned out that he only had one set.

There is a gap in my heart.

I looked at the land deed. It was really only 50 square meters in size. I just needed to remember it at a glance. I also had this ID, a fake identity document made of the photo I brought with me. My name was changed to He Qingzhou, and my address was above. storefront room.

"But the house you asked me to inquire about is much cheaper."

"Oh?"

Zhou Qinghe became interested and quickly asked: "How much is it?"

Gu Zhiyan made another comparison: "A three-story villa, you can choose either Chinese or Western style, with a yard and parking, starting with 20 large yellow croakers."

Zhou Qinghe raised his eyebrows when he heard that twenty pieces of gold were probably over six kilograms of gold, which is about seven thousand US dollars.

"The price gap is so big?"

This value is simply anti-human.

In Zhou Qinghe's opinion, residences are more expensive than stores, but the opposite is true here.
A three-story villa with a courtyard costs RMB [-], and a storefront apartment of [-] square meters costs RMB [-]. These prices are simply magical.

Gu Zhiyan smiled, "Probably one is a commercial street and the other is not very popular. I can't understand the details, but this is the worst three-story villa in the cheapest area. The expensive one is very expensive, with hundreds of large yellow croakers." They are all available, and I asked the agent, and they only accept large yellow croakers, no cash required.”

Gold is more valuable than cash, but Zhou Qinghe doesn't care, he has it anyway.

You can buy a villa, which is affordable.

But storefront rooms are too expensive. With so many students, there will be no way to arrange them at that time.
Even if he has money, it's useless if he can't use it formally. Hey, isn't this the same problem as Zeng Haifeng?

You have money but you can’t spend it?
No, if everyone buys a villa, it is not feasible to open a clinic in the villa. The student is not famous, but it might be okay if he goes there.

"Then let's leave it like this for now. We'll see what happens later."

Zhou Qinghe started eating the food, the bill flashed in his mind, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "Then section chief, isn't the money for medical supplies exceeded?"

"Zeng Haifeng said that he would give it to him after he made money. He couldn't buy the land because he wouldn't be able to open the business, right?"

"That's right. If I don't pay it back, he won't be able to spend the money anyway."

"Hahaha."

With the supplies, we found a bungalow and a wooden house near a village outside the city, and this simple medical point was established.

Zhou Qinghe surrounded Nanjing City and established eight such medical points in the outer circle. Each point has three medical students on duty every day, six nurses on duty, and a police academy graduate as a security guard. is open for business.

The fee is cheap and it is close to the village, so medical treatment does not affect farm work.

The establishment of the medical clinic quickly attracted the attention of nearby villagers.

In just two days, the reputation of the medical clinic has spread, and more and more nearby villagers will come to see the clinic for minor ailments such as headache, fever, and fever.

After consultation, if it is a minor problem, medicine will be prescribed directly and the trauma will be sutured. If it is a major problem, the medical student will introduce the person to the city.

The reputation is very good. Once word spreads in the village, the Japanese will know about it.

Wangcun.

In a bungalow with a yard.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom was a young man with a pale complexion, coughing from time to time.

The body was covered with a large amount of medicinal powder.

At the door, a strong man of about the same age opened the curtain and walked in with a happy face.

"Kenichi, I heard news that some Chinese doctors have opened a clinic in Jiangcun, three kilometers away. We can go there to see doctors."

"Three kilometers?" The young man named Kenichi on the bed frowned slightly, "When did it open? We didn't find this place last time we checked. Could it be a trap?"

"No, I heard the chat between doctors and patients. They are medical students from Central University. They graduated this year. It is equivalent to a free clinic before graduation, so the fees are very cheap, almost free. I looked at them and they are indeed very young. .”

The strong man who spoke looked excited.

(End of this chapter)