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Yoshino gritted his teeth, at this moment, he hated Li Shiqun: "You executioner, you ruined such a gentle and lovely beauty as She Manshi into her current appearance, I won't let you go!" ”

"Has she ever been sober?" Yoshino asked Levinsky.

"Nope." The other party answered him very dryly.

"And when will she wake up?"

"I don't know." Levinsky replied in a trembling voice, "Our Abbot Gurion said that she may wake up today, or tomorrow, or never...... Anything can happen. ”

The news isn't too good, it's not too bad. Yoshino's heart felt like he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and he felt anything: "Isn't there still that Chinese doctor?" What kind of psychiatric surgeon is that? He asked.

"Oh, yes." As soon as Levinsky heard this, he was in high spirits, and even their dean, Gurion, worshipped this Chinese doctor as a god, and of course he was happy to see a Chinese overwhelm the Japanese, "This doctor is a master, and he has controlled the patient's intracranial hemorrhage after only one treatment, and even the intracranial hematoma has shrunk by 12%!" Our dean said that according to this trend, as long as the Chinese doctor comes for treatment a few more times, the patient's intracranial hematoma will completely disappear, and the patient will be able to wake up at that time. ”

Yoshino sighed, it's a pity, such a godly doctor is not Japanese. However, his heart is also full of hope, with the help of such a divine doctor, she Manshi will not wake up.

"Now it's up to Dr. Chen Dezhao Chen!" He thought, pulled a stool and sat down in front of She Manshi's bed. He wanted to try his luck, maybe she would wake up today?

Dr. Vensky went out for dinner, and only Yoshino and the nurses were left in the ward. Yoshino stilted his feet on the railing under the hospital bed, crossed his hands, and took a very comfortable position.

For a moment, there was silence in the ward. Only the ECG machine at the bedside was "crunching, crunching" and spitting endless strips of paper. Yoshino looked at the tape and understood that the ups and downs of the curve on it meant that Sheman's heart was still beating.

Yoshino's chosen seat was facing She Manshi's face on the side. He had seen her pictures and could imagine her beautiful face under gauze. His gaze swept over her plaster arms and legs, and he couldn't help but worry: "Even if she doesn't die, she will face endless interrogations from our Mei Agency." If she doesn't say it, she will face our torture......" He didn't dare to think further. She was so beautiful and weak that he couldn't imagine that he had to torture such a beauty or persuade her to betray his country.

Yoshino shook his head, trying to switch the question in his head. He noticed a rubber tube leading out from under the sheet, and the rubber tube led into a glass bottle under the bed, which contained half a bottle of yellowish liquid. At the moment, some yellowish liquid is dripping from the rubber tube.

"What is this?" He asked the nurse.

Nurse Elena gave him a blank look, as if reproaching a hooligan: "That's the patient's urinary catheter." She replied coldly.

Yoshino's face flushed, and he was still a shy young man by nature, so to hide his embarrassment, he went out to the bathroom.

After putting away his parachute, Shimizu Pulse Shaozo followed the direction in which another parachute carrying his equipment floated down - his equipment was all in that wooden box.

The worst thing is that he himself landed on the south side of Heights 233, and the wooden box was blown to the north side of Heights 233 by the wind. Unable to do so, he tightened his belt and began to climb, as if he was familiar with the terrain.

The vast expanse of snow reminds him of his hometown of Hokkaido. The same hillside, the same woods. It's just that the trees in Hokkaido are coniferous forests, while here they are deciduous forests. He was accustomed to climbing mountains in Hokkaido, and in the three eastern provinces of China, he spent his days in snow-covered ravines, so it was easy to deal with small hills like the 233 Highlands. Still, when he reached the summit of the snow-capped 233 Heights, he was still sweating.

"It seems that my life in Shanghai is still lacking in exercise! I was sweating even when I climbed such a hill! "Shimizu Pulse is very dissatisfied with himself.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked around, and the sound of the snow flying in the sky accompanied by the "whining" wind made him extremely kind. He breathed greedily into the cold air, scanning his surroundings with a sharp gaze. There were no big trees on the 233 Heights, only a few low shrubs that had long since lost their leaves, and were covered by the snow like snowballs.

Soon, Shimizu chose his own sniper position - there was a rocky depression halfway up the hill on the western side of the heights, just enough for him to shelter himself from the wind and snow. The view here is wide, and you can overlook the entire Hun River and the path along the bank. It is also close to the trail down the mountain, which is very convenient for shooting, concealing or retreating.

He first put his parachute there, and then sat on the snow-covered path, like a children's slide, and slid to the bottom of the mountain in one breath. His keen eyes had found his wooden box in the goose-feather snow, although it was covered by a white parachute, and from a distance it was only a small snowdrift bulging from the ground.

Qing Shui dragged the parachute and dragged the wooden box along the "slide" he came down to the sniper point he chose halfway up the mountain. He used his hunting knife to pry open the box, took out his sniper rifle, and lay on the ground and used the scope to observe the surface of the Hun River and the path along the river, adjusting the focus of the scope and measuring the distance between himself and the place where the target might pass.

He was 300 meters from the center of the river and 275 meters from the path by the river, a distance that was his favorite range. He was confident that he could kill a target within range with a single shot. However, there is one more factor - the wind!

A breeze of 2 m/s can deflect the rifle by 1.4 meters when firing at a target at a distance of 400 meters. Therefore, wind correction must be carried out. In 1941, sights produced in Japan did not have a wind correction function. Luckily, he was using a GwZF4 scope from Voigtlander, Germany, which corrects wind deviations. Shimizu estimated that the current wind speed should be around 4 m/s, so he adjusted the knob on the scope to adjust the small triangle representing the aiming point to the right by a dense position. This is just the first tune, and tomorrow he will have to make another fine tune according to the wind speed. For, according to the itinerary calculated by General Hariki's staff, the small boat in which the Shina man was going should have reached Heights 233 between 8 and 10 a.m. tomorrow - now he could rest, recuperate, and await the fatal blow of tomorrow.