spy cloud

In the Changsheng Clinic, Zhang Tianhao was sitting there, reading a book leisurely. After all, he really had nothing to do this afternoon.

It's been two or three hours since lunch, and I haven't seen a single patient coming.

And he and Zhao Ying directly mopped up all the blood on the ground, and even a look of relief flashed across his face.

A month ago, he received more than 2 million from Wu Sibao's family, so he would not treat himself badly in life.

In other words, he has never been short of money. As for the people under him, they now have jobs and their lives are basically guaranteed. In addition, he occasionally pays some wages, so the people below do not need his concern.

"Master, can you give me a copy of the book you are reading?"

"Forget it, they're all in English. It's hard to read even if you want to!"

"Hmph, don't I also need to improve my English? Otherwise, I won't be able to speak English when I go out in the future. How embarrassing. No, starting from tonight when we go back, you must teach us to speak English every night."

"Okay, not only do you need to learn English, but you also need to learn other languages!"

Zhang Tianhao immediately smiled and joked. At the same time, the English major who was flipping through the table knew that this time he had some knowledge about biology brought from the United States.

After all, doctors still need to know some knowledge about biochemistry, and he also found that there are quite a few shortcomings in this aspect.

What he has to do now is to make up for these places.

When he has time, he will find various professional books to read. Now, his greatest pleasure is reading books to relax himself every day.

In addition, the three women are basically responsible for sorting out his work matters, and they will report to him when he goes home in the evening.

Of course, if there is an emergency, you can still contact him at any time.

"By the way, Master, you seem to have forgotten one thing today, and that is how A Feng and the others are dealing with the injured. How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Arrange them to find a job in Shanghai. Although it is harder, at least they will have the means to make a living. They will not be able to go to the battlefield, but we can't let them feel cold, right?"

"Of course, if there are people who are not from the local area and are willing to return to their hometown, we can pay them a compensation and let them go home directly. After all, I also know that they are not willing to leave, and I can't bear to let them leave. If they are really disabled, it can still be done Do some simple intelligence work for us."

"Can I still do intelligence work if I am disabled?"

"You are stupid. As long as you have hands, you can fight. Even if you are slightly injured, there will be many lines of fire. What's more, they can do some simple jobs that are nominally a living wage. I will subsidize some money every month to let them They are helping us collect intelligence, or use them to establish a certain traffic war, so nothing will happen at all! "

"This is a good idea. It subsidizes them and allows them to live without worries. In this way, they really don't have to worry too much about life problems, and they can also use their advantages to collect intelligence for us."

Zhao Ying was also overjoyed. She never thought that Zhang Tianhao would come up with such an impossible solution.

"By the way, I think we have established a few foreign banks. If there are any disabled people, they will be arranged to go in after they are cured. Then we will be a big force, and we will also send people to manage them on a regular basis!"

"You can have this, but just set up a foreign bank. Ours doesn't need any organization. Once it appears, it can be distributed to every corner of Shanghai."

"Assigned to various corners..."

Zhao Ying was also stunned and looked over with some confusion.

"You, there are always people watching us on the streets. If we let these injured people go, wouldn't our intact hands be able to move? And as a mobile force, wouldn't it be better? The most important thing is , we sometimes exchange information, can we go through them, can we just collect it ourselves? "

"Mobile intelligence station?"

"Yes, that's what it means, a mobile intelligence station."

"You can have this, and if something happens, you can pass information through them in time." Zhao Ying has always been troubled by the arrangements for this part of the injured personnel. After all, these people are not willing to return to their hometown, and they still want to Following Zhang Tianhao, Zhang Tianhao has been leaving them in Shanghai without dealing with them.

There are basically no big problems in life. It would be a good arrangement to take action now. At least these people can still use their remaining energy.

Besides, most people really don't pay attention to these disabled people, even the spies, let alone the Japanese, who almost subconsciously ignore them.

"Okay, but who is responsible for this matter?"

"Let Zhao Bing take charge. In addition, after zoning arrangements are made for these people, I will find time to visit them in different zoning areas, express my condolences, and do some mobilization."

"That!"

The two sat together and chatted casually.

"Doctor Li, Dr. Li, my old Yan is sick. Please take a look and see if you can help take a look at him!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came in from outside, and they saw a middle-aged woman supporting an old man in his sixties and pushing the door open, preparing to go inside.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Yan, I'm sorry. It's not that I won't help you, but that I really have no way to cure your disease. You should go to the hospital!"

Zhang Tianhao immediately stood up, walked to the door, and personally helped Uncle Yan in with a wry smile on his face.

"Dr. Xiao Li, please help me take a look. Go to the hospital. I have the money!"

Aunt Yan also had a wry smile on her face and sighed helplessly.

"Aunt Yan, you are making things difficult for me. I can't treat headaches and fever. I don't have any problems yet. I really can't treat this kind of disease. In fact, I just open a small clinic here to make a living. ,real."

"Dr. Xiao Li, please help me, do you think it's okay?"

Aunt Yan also begged Zhang Tianhao in a low voice. After all, she also knew that Zhang Tianhao spent less money on medical treatment here, at least a lot less.

"Aunt Yan, you are really making things difficult for me. If I had this ability, I would have gone to some hospitals to be a doctor. I would still be here to prescribe medicine and treat minor illnesses. I am not afraid of your jokes, so I learned With these moves, there is really no other way.”

"Oh, Doctor Li, really, please help Lao Yan take a look!"

"No, if you say so, I am not treating patients, but harming people. This is not what I dare to do. Please go back! Please go back!"

Seeing that Zhang Tianhao was really unwilling to treat Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan was a little helpless and could only sigh and prepare to leave.

Zhang Tianhao was sitting there, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Trouble is here again, it's true!"

He couldn't help but murmur in his heart, and at the same time raised his head and looked outside.

In his direction, he could just see the other half of the street opposite, and he could see the pedestrians on the other half of the street.

Then he saw several patrols over there leading a few people to run towards him, and some people were reporting something to the leading Chinese detective.

"Aunt Yan, please go ahead. I may have a little trouble here. It's not good for you two if you are here. Really." (End of Chapter)