Zhou Qinghe looked at the plane flying away and scolded his mother.

Damn, you're in a hurry to get off work so early?

Will you be able to be on time in the future?

Zhou Qinghe was only 500 meters away, and if the bomb was lost in the wrong location, everyone would have to be reimbursed.

After scolding people, my mind began to recall the information I had just seen, which was shocking.

There is more than one mole in the Marine Corps in Nanjing, seven files, that is a full seven.

Each one is a specialized intelligence file, with no name, a code name, and then a thick stack of top-secret information that has been passed back.

Let Nanjing check it out by itself, the seven can't have an accident together, the most critical person will be found out first, and the rest must be killed separately from time to time, so as to ensure their own safety.

With a flash of his eyes, Zhou Qinghe saw a car driving not far away, the license plate was very familiar, it was the license plate of his own house, which was blocked by passers-by at the moment, drove very slowly, and then honked the horn vigorously.

The closer the car is to the gendarmerie headquarters, the smoother it will drive, because fools know that the gendarmerie headquarters is already a concentration point of bombing, and this area is almost a vacuum.

Zhou Qinghe pulled out a gun and shot him in the sky, the car was stunned, and immediately drove towards him, followed by a woman getting out of the car.

"Chiba."

It was Zhou Qinghe's fiancée, Chiba Yasuda, who got out of the car.

"Why are you here?"

"Fujita." Yasuda Chiba's expression was a little frightened, and when he saw Zhou Qinghe, he immediately ran over and hid in Zhou Qinghe's arms.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Qinghe stroked her back.

"I'm worried, as soon as I heard that the gendarmerie headquarters was bombed, I hurried over, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"It's fine." Zhou Qinghe patted her on the back.

"Go back, I still have to do things."

"Come back with me." Yasuda Chiba looked pleading, and his hands tightly grasped Zhou Qinghe's arms.

"Nonsense, how can I be a deserter and go back, Ah Qi, you take him back." Zhou Qinghe gave Liu Qi a look.

"If I don't go back, if you don't go back, then I'll be with you."

"Hey, get in the car, go to the hospital."

Zhou Qinghe was also helpless, he originally wanted to send a message to Liu Kai first, forget it, anyway, it won't be in the way at half a o'clock in the evening, no one here at the military police headquarters can accept information at all, the radio station is on the top floor, and the house has been blown up.

Let's go first, stay here, little lady, in case there is any loss, the future father-in-law will scold the mother.

It is definitely not possible to go to the front line, so the ghost braved the rain of bullets to serve as a military doctor for the Japanese, and it was all combat effectiveness when he was cured.

Then go to Gongji Hospital, the rear hospital can still do surgery, the seriously injured rescue and rescue, do two major surgeries is estimated to be a day over, two people rescue ineffective one, crippled one, work, there is also a saying for the Japanese.

Zhou Qinghe went to the hospital here, and the outside world was in full swing.

This time, the principal was determined to destroy the Japanese army in Hongkou, and sent the most elite German mechanic, who was full of firepower as soon as he came up.

The bombing of aircraft, the crushing of troops, and the accuracy of intelligence gave the battle an advantage from the beginning.

The Japanese were losing ground and suffering heavy losses.

With the addition of the Japanese Air Force, the bombing of the Chinese army also began.

The army was attacked, and then the Chinese air force and the Japanese air force engaged in an air battle, each side suffered damage, and the Japanese on the ground, after suffering heavy losses at the beginning, fought street battles and positional battles with the help of the forts on the ground.

The principal's good intentions were thwarted.

The German armor division is well equipped and has strong combat effectiveness, but they are field troops and are not familiar with urban fortifications at all.

The Japanese marines have been in Hongkou for a long time, they are very familiar with the terrain here, their tactics are also diversified, and there are fortresses to defend, and the defending side has taken advantage of the attacking side, so although the situation is relatively critical, it has not been taken in a short time.

Two days later, the Japanese-organized Shanghai Dispatch Army, with Admiral Matsui as commander, led two divisions to Shanghai.

The war expanded.

The Japanese army increased its troops, and the principal increased its troops.

Gunfire and cannons roared all night.

The public concessions were all smashed.

Now the Japanese are trapped in the Hongkou Concession by the Chinese army, and the core area of Hongkou, Little Tokyo, and the military police headquarters are all in dilapidated houses.

In the entire public concession, only the other side of the Suzhou Creek, that is, the side where Zhou Qinghe's villa is located, connects a quarter of the French concession to the good.

Both sides are very well-behaved, and this piece cannot be beaten.

The Japanese continued to decline for several days, and the first wave of reinforcements did not significantly improve the situation, and after the second wave of reinforcements arrived, the situation began to change with strong firepower.

The Japanese began to counterattack the rental industry.

"Hurry up. Bring it up."

In Gongji Hospital, there is a busy scene, Zhou Qinghe has been staying in the hospital these days to rescue the wounded, kill the wounded, kill or not depends on the mood, anyway, you have to send a few away all day and night, you can't go to the battlefield, and it's easy to kill here.

And more piles of Japanese are lying in the corridor of the hospital waiting to die, there is no way, there is not enough operating room, and there is no way for the gods to come.

"Doctor Zhou."

As soon as Zhou Qinghe walked out of the operating room to complete an unnecessary amputation, he heard a nurse call him.

This nurse is old and mature, and she has a good relationship with Liu Yidan, and she is still used to calling him by her previous name.

It's just that this expression looks a little strange.

"What's wrong? Gunshot wound or shell wound? ”

"No, neither."

"It's not for you to let Liu Yidan handle it himself."

Other patients Zhou Qinghe generally don't care, after all, when is this, as long as he is not dying, he can only delay it.

"Doctor Zhou." The nurse's voice was a little shrill and screamed again.

Zhou Qinghe frowned at her expression and walked over.

The nurse didn't speak, but pulled him into the doctor's office very nervously, and said with a frightened face: "There is a patient downstairs, Dr. Liu suspects that it is"

"What is it?"

The nurse swallowed and whispered, "Cholera." ”

"What did you say?" Zhou Qinghe changed color.

"Cholera, she asked me to come to you and let you go and see."

"Tsk!"

Infectious diseases.

Zhou Qinghe frowned, it was very troublesome for this disease to occur at this time.

If this breaks out, it will be a big killer for the Japanese soldiers in the hospital, but there is also a problem, this hospital is not only Japanese.

Once this is contagious, the results are uncontrollable.

"Go and see, who else knows about this?" Zhou Qinghe's footsteps were hurried.

"Only the two of us know that this person was originally treated by me, and I wasn't sure, so I asked Dr. Liu, and she asked me to come to you."

Now the hospital is completely understaffed, and the nurses have to be used as doctors, and the nurses have been directly persuaded to quit this kind of person who has no external injuries, but they don't dare to let him go because they see that this patient is too scary.

Zhou Qinghe walked downstairs quickly, in a separate room on the first floor, Liu Yidan nodded when he saw him come in to say hello, and then said solemnly to an old man on the bed: "It's him, he complains of diarrhea and vomiting, a lot of defecation, and the color of the discharge is like washing rice water."

Very typical symptoms, Zhou Qinghe glanced at Liu Yidan, and then looked at the patient.

The eye sockets are sunken, and this state is already a prostration.

Cholera didn't run away.

"You didn't touch him, did you?" Zhou Qinghe looked at Liu Yidan.

Liu Yidan shook his head.

"I touched it." The nurse cried and mourned: "He can't walk, I helped him in with his wife." ”

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Qinghe comforted: "Cholera is an intestinal disease, it is not transmitted through the respiratory tract, as long as you don't wipe your mouth after helping people, you don't wipe it, right?" ”

"Nope."

"It's okay, go wash your hands, and then wear gloves, if you really want to wipe it, it's not a big problem, you can't die."

"Uh-huh." The nurse gave Zhou Qinghe a grateful look, and Dr. Zhou was definitely trustworthy.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qinghe looked at Liu Yidan, since Liu Yidan recognized cholera, he should know how to treat it.

Why did you call him?

What does this woman want to do?

(End of chapter)