Head-down, Zhang Chengfu fell, and he could even hear the sound of his head hitting the ground, but he didn't feel the pain.

A group of officers and soldiers gathered around, shouting anxiously, looking at Zhang Chengfu, who was paralyzed on the ground unconscious.

The foreign devil doctor came, and Jossen looked young, but his demeanor made him much older than his actual age.

The thick hair covered the upper forehead, and the short, thick beard of the upper lip grew defiantly and vigorously. His voice has a Scottish accent in his tone, and there is a strong whiskey smell in his breath.

Johnson is not so much willing to help the Chinese as he is serving a pile of money.

Facing Zhang Chengfu and the filth of vomiting on his body, he felt very disgusted, but he still forcibly leaned over Zhang Chengfu's weak wrist, frowned, and his face flushed from drinking was impatient.

"It's cholera, cholera!" Jossen stood up, waving his arms and screaming angrily.

The people around subconsciously took a step back, cholera, what a terrible word, it can cause a family to die, and a village is like a ghost domain.

"He had to be quarantined, he had to be taken to a big hospital." Qiao Sen shouted, and roughly commanded a few soldiers to lift Zhang Chengfu and walk towards the door.

Twitching for a while, Zhang Chengfu was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, shivering with cold, and the only sound he made was the smelly mouth gasping for breath.

His eyes were closed, and the chattering around him, and the roar of the foreign devil doctor, seemed to come from a far, far away.

Chu Jiao sat in the car, looking at a group of people arguing and arguing at the gate of the lonely military camp from a distance.

The White Russian soldiers brandished spears with bayonets, but they did not dare to approach Zhang Chengfu, who was lying on the ground.

Several street patrols also rushed over, and a white patrolman shrank out with his nose covered.

Obviously, cholera scared people out of the way, and they were afraid of being infected.

I don't know which ones are my own people, which ones are the "own people" who have been bought, and which ones are involved for no reason? Chu Jiao only cared about whether Zhang Chengfu could be sent to the hospital, and if this goal was achieved, the plan would be more than half successful.

The hospital has also made arrangements, and the body of a beggar who is about the same size as Zhang Chengfu is waiting to be replaced in the morgue.

Then the name Zhang Chengfu will disappear, and the person will be transformed and start a new life in Shanghai in a grand manner.

This is networking, this is human and financial resources. Chu Jiao had to admit that the military commanders had already established a firm foothold in Shanghai, and it was indeed a force she had to rely on.

For a long time, while Chu Jiao was anxiously waiting, an ambulance drove over, and two nurses jumped out of the car and carried Zhang Chengfu in.

The white patrol leader, with two Chinese patrolmen and another car, left after the ambulance.

"Drive to the back door of Dagong Hospital." Chu Jiao commanded, Zhao Youcai started the car, and the two of them invariably let out a sigh of relief, glanced at each other, and laughed.

…………..

When Zhang Chengfu woke up, his mind was still in chaos.

It seems to be a dream, but in my sleep I seem to feel that my body is burning, like a leaf withering and curling in the fire.

In this blazing fire, Zhang Chengfu didn't know what was going on, why was he lying in a strange place? What's the weird-looking lamp on the ceiling?

Half-asleep, he seemed to hear the man's deliberately low voice, the woman's gentle and brisk tone.

His eyes trembled and slowly opened, and he saw the face of a girl leaning over, and her hair scattered over her cheeks.

But there seemed to be a thick fog in front of him, and everything seemed vague before his eyes.

By the time Zhang Chengfu was finally able to see clearly, he was the only one left in the room.

The body is no longer hot, but it is still sweating profusely, wetting the sheets.

It should have been night, because the light was very dim, and he also smelled the strong smell of mosquito coils.

On the ceiling, a small lizard crunched silently, and he could see its small protruding eyes and fluttering flanks.

The curtain rang and two men walked in.

Zhang Chengfu narrowed his eyes and turned his head with difficulty.

Chu Jiao, holding a bowl, looked at him with a smile, next to Zhao Youcai.

"Brother Zhang, you're finally awake." Chu Jiao smiled happily and said, "Drink this bowl of porridge!" ”

"Chu, Miss Chu. This, this—" As soon as Zhang Chengfu spoke, he frightened himself, and his voice was hoarse and terrifying.

Chu Jiao sat opposite him and said with a smile, "You look much better now." Now you can rest assured, you will no longer be imprisoned in a lonely barracks, you are free. ”

Zhang Chengfu didn't seem to be fully awake yet, and looked at Chu Jiao stupidly.

Zhao Youcai walked over, took the confirmation in Chu Jiao's hand, stirred it in the bowl with a spoon, held the rice soup, and handed it to his mouth.

Zhang Chengfu subconsciously opened his mouth, drank the hot rice soup into his stomach, felt very comfortable, and then took another sip.

He looked down at the room again, as if that were enough to explain everything strange.

"This medicine is quite powerful, and it really looks like cholera." Chu Jiao smiled and comforted Zhang Chengfu, "But this is not a real illness in the end, you will be able to recover soon." When the time comes, let's talk about it again. ”

Zhao Youcai's movements stopped, and he looked at Chu Jiao with concern and some worry.

"Don't worry about me, you stay and take care of Brother Zhang!" Chu Jiao got up, smiled at Zhang Chengfu and nodded, turned around and walked out.

Zhang Chengfu opened his mouth, and Zhao Youcai's spoon was stuffed, and he had to hold back his words.

……………

The café in the French Park is quiet and peaceful.

Chu Jiao sat by the window by the lake, the sun was gorgeous, and the color of the lake looked colorful under the sunlight.

Finally rescued Zhang Chengfu, Chu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, and her mood became happy.

Sipping the fragrant hot coffee, tasting the small snacks of Fa's, with a leisurely and relaxed expression.

Until Ma Mingyu appeared, he took a newspaper in his hand, smiled at Chu Jiao first, and then walked straight to the position opposite her and sat down.

"Is your beard real, or is it glued?" As soon as Chu Jiao opened her mouth, Ma Mingyu couldn't cry or laugh.

"Some are real, and some are glued." Ma Mingyu subconsciously sat back, as if he was afraid that Chu Jiao would really reach out and pull it.

"Huh." Chu Jiao smiled and raised her hand and called the waiter, "Drink something, eat something, I'll treat you." ”

"Coffee, croissants." Ma Mingyu casually ordered two things.

waited for the waiter to walk away, and then smiled teasingly: "Don't dare to have more, it's not so easy to repay favors." ”

"I'm not going to pay it back with a meal!" Chu Jiao stirred the coffee with a small spoon, pursed her lips and smiled, "Just a little thanks." And then it's time for the big gift. ”

"Oh, what a gift, it's really exciting." Ma Mingyu looked at Chu Jiao with a smile.