Subtitle of this chapter: Is Master Yuan going to be miserable?

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"Doctor, how is that Chinese doing?"

"Lieutenant General, the operation was very successful. Now that he was awake and still hungry, we had to offer him breakfast. ”

The crew of "Famine Orphan Girl" went to London overnight to petition, and our Master Yuan is still in Ireland.

Yesterday evening, the British immediately sent him to the garrison hospital for surgery, where the bullet in the shoulder was removed.

"Thank you, doctor. Please get out. ”

"Wait a minute, Lieutenant General. That Chinese's physique is so good, please allow me to examine his body in detail......"

The military doctor who performed the operation was shocked by Master Yuan's physique, because he found that the wounds on Yuan Yanqi's body had actually begun to heal!

He had to re-cut the healed tissue to remove the bullet. Fortunately, our Master Yuan is in a state of anesthesia, otherwise he would have to die of pain.

The 16-point physique is so knotted (Shanghainese, meaning powerful).

After the operation, the military doctor immediately reported to his superiors and asked for a comprehensive "full body examination" for this amazing Chinese.

"Oh my God, doctor. Didn't I say it, now is not the time to talk about such things! ”

Unfortunately, he was just a little military doctor, and Lieutenant General McCready, Churchill, and of course "K" didn't realize what this situation meant, and Yuan Yanqian avoided the doom of being sliced.

"But lieutenant general, you don't understand, he ......"

“Enough!” Lieutenant General McCready said angrily, "Please leave now!" ”

Fortunately, they lacked a little scientific literacy, otherwise the British would have discovered an "alien" in 1921 in this timeline.

By the time the doctor had left, the three big men had begun to discuss.

I only heard the commander-in-chief of the British army in Ireland say: "Your Excellency Churchill, since the doctor said that the Chinese is in good health and has recovered very well, it is better to send him back to Britain first." ”

He now knows that our Master Yuan is a hot potato, because since last night there have been Irishmen protesting at the door of the British barracks.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

Churchill was about to speak when he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in."

"Your Excellency, London Emergency!"

A herald came in through the door, and after he had saluted, he handed a telegram to the Minister of Colonial Affairs.

And Qiu Fatzi took it and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning.

This telegram was taken to him by the Marquis Curzon, and it said, of course, the "Whitehall Street Petition Incident". As for the implication of the telegram, Churchill, of course, understood it.

That is to ask him to come up with a result as soon as possible.

So after reading the telegram, he immediately said: "Lieutenant General, you can't send that Chinese back to Britain." We are here to interrogate him. ”

Churchill pretended not to see Lieutenant General McCorder's ugly face, but turned to "K" and asked, "Sir Kyle, there's no problem on your side, right?" ”

"Your Excellency Churchill, there is nothing wrong with me." The head of MI5 nodded, hesitated, and said, "But how far are we going to go?" ”

What is the extent of it? Isn't that the question being asked......

As soon as he heard this question, Lieutenant General McCready immediately coughed and said, "Your Excellency Churchill, Sir Kyle." I still have some military business on my side, so allow me to retire first. ”

With that, he nodded to the two men and got up to leave the office.

"Boom!"

Winston Churchill lit his cigar, and the bright light of the flame cast a shadow on his face, making his fat face look hideous.

"Sir Kyle, please do it." He took a drag on his cigarette and said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency Churchill, this ......" "K" asked cautiously, "shall we ask the Prime Minister Lloyd?" ”

Churchill waved his hand and said, "Sir Kyle, no. Before I came to Ireland, I had carte blanche from the Prime Minister. So I'm in charge of that. ”

The head of MI5 nodded again and said, "Your Excellency Churchill, well. That's where I started ......."

"Then I'll go and send a telegram back first," Churchill also stood up, but after taking two steps, he turned back and admonished, "Sir Kyle, please be sure not to leave any tricks on that Chinese." And it has to be ...... fast."

He groaned for a moment and said, "Seventy-two hours, I'll give you seventy-two hours!" ”

"Your Excellency Churchill, I see."

"This bacon is good, please give me another one. By the way, take another half dozen...... No, a dozen eggs. By the way, I'm going to be careful. Thank you. ”

Our Master Yuan had to hang one hand on his shoulder. However, while he was still enjoying breakfast, "K" walked into the room with several British agents.

"Good morning, Sir Kyle. Have you eaten it? ”

Yuan Yanqian is such a polite gentleman, and immediately said hello, "If you haven't eaten, eat a little together." I didn't expect the food in your British barracks to be really good. It's a ......."

But people don't know how to be so polite. He said with a gloomy face: "Dr. Yuan, I'm glad to see you so, so, so ......."

"K" looked at the stack of plates next to him and said, "Recover so quickly." I think it's time for us to 'flirt'. ”

"Hmmm......"

Master Yuan said in his heart, this is endless, I am injured, and I still have to "tease" something.

Doesn't it mean that Westerners respect human rights the most, treat prisoners best, and have the most gentlemanly demeanor?

He frowned and said unhappily, "Sir Kyle, we have nothing to 'tease'. If you must 'flirt', wait until I am fully recovered, and then add my lawyer to 'flirt' together. ”

"K" said even more gloomily: "Dr. Yuan, I'm afraid this matter can't be ...... by you."

"Take him away!" He turned back to his subordinates and ordered.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Yuan."

The British agents, who had seen his heroic deeds the previous night, were rather polite in their words, but their actions were not so gentle, and they carried him out of the ward very rudely.

"I protest!"

"Help!"

It's a pity, so far, he can't "break his throat" to save him.

Although Yuan Yanqian had already been mentally prepared to enter the White Mansion and the Dregs Cave, he thought of what electric shockers, tiger chairs, chili water, soldering irons, leather whips, and butter candles...... SORRY, BUTTER CANDLES SHOULD NOT BE "ENJOYED".

In short, he is not an old ...... after all That proletarian revolutionary of the younger generation, thinking of these torture things, still has a hairy heart.

Whether Lao Tzu won't say it if he is killed, or whether he will say it if he can't be killed, this is a question.

"Bang dang!"

Thoughtless, he was escorted into a dark, cold, damp basement......