spy cloud

When he returned to his hospital dormitory and changed back into his old clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it would take him an hour and a half to get there, mainly because the distance was too far.

He lay back down on the bed, and his expression relaxed considerably.

As for the three Eighth Route Army soldiers over there, and Old Liu, he was also somewhat puzzled as to why Old Liu would contact the Eighth Route Army.

Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up on all his wild thoughts and silently closed his eyes.

Soon, his soft breathing could be heard from inside the dormitory.

On the other side, Lao Liu and his two fellow Eighth Route Army soldiers were carrying a box of medicine and twenty pairs of warm leather shoes, all of which looked brand new.

"Old Liu, I didn't expect that all these medicines were still unopened. I don't know how he got them. We've been searching for so long and haven't been able to get this many medicines."

"I don't know either, but he must have his own way of doing it!"

Old Liu had also seen the medicines and clearly knew how difficult it was to obtain so many.

Even for those of them in the hospital, finding medicine is a matter of saving it one pill at a time; it's impossible for them to have so much at once.

"By the way, Lao Liu, who is this young comrade?"

"You already know, but this matter ends here. No one can say anything, understand? This is about protecting our comrade's safety. Besides, we only saved him. He has already helped us a lot. He doesn't owe us anything, understand?"

"understand!"

"When you go back later, take all the medicine with you. I don't need it here, but you need it more there."

"Ok!"

"Alright, I'm leaving now. You guys go ahead. I'll stay here and see if there are any tails following me."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

The four men separated, and Old Liu sat down, took out a bag of cigarettes, and slowly started smoking. He was clearly in a good mood.

After finishing his cigarette, he headed straight in another direction.

Although it was very dark at night and he could hardly see his surroundings, he hurried back, stumbling along the way, knowing that spending the night outside could freeze him to death.

The next day, as dawn broke, Old Liu finally reached the city gate, his face extremely pale, clearly indicating that he had been walking back along the road since dark the previous night.

But the journey was really difficult. Although the injury has healed, I still need to rest for a while. As a result, I don't know how many times I fell last night.

Looking at the towering city walls, he sighed with admiration. He simply couldn't understand how Wang Xiaotian had returned to the city so quickly.

……

morning.

Zhang Tianhao's biological clock woke him up from his sleep.

I checked the time; it was already 6:30 in the morning.

He reluctantly got out of bed and went outside to wash up.

After all, being on duty is too tiring. I slept for about five hours and I'm already quite satisfied. At least I won't be so sleepy that I have no energy at all today.

"Dr. Wang, were you on duty last night?"

At this moment, the door to Nurse Liu's dormitory opened, and she saw Zhang Tianhao, greeting him with a happy smile.

"Yes, I performed surgery last night until midnight, and then I went back to my dorm to sleep. I was so tired."

"There was another surgery last night. What happened? Shouldn't there be no surgeries last night?" Nurse Liu was taken aback and immediately asked.

“Last night, one of our special agents had his hand cut off. We reattached his hand last night, and he’s still unconscious.”

Can a severed hand be reattached?

Upon hearing this, Nurse Liu was even more shocked. She clearly hadn't expected such a level of skill to exist, as she had never heard of such a surgery before.

"It was just too difficult. It took several hours to complete. I don't even want to see that surgery now. I haven't slept at all, and I'm even more tired now."

"Oh, I see. I'll go check on the patient in a bit!"

"Go ahead!"

He smiled, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then went outside.

After all, he needs to go out for breakfast, as there is no breakfast served in the hospital.

When I officially started work today, there was no breakfast; lunch was the only meal available.

……

"This is the wounded soldier who was brought in last night. His hand was chopped off, but it seems to be healing quite well now!"

Miura looked at the wounded man in front of him, especially his hand, which had regained a lot of color. Although it was a bit unusual, the presence of color indicated that the surgery had been quite successful.

He had already overestimated Zhang Tianhao's surgical skills, but now it seems he underestimated them.

"Liu Xiang, how are you feeling?"

"It hurts. It hurts so much!"

Liu Xiang lay there, his face quite pale, almost deathly pale.

"It's supposed to hurt. Your hand is back in place without any anesthesia, so you have to bear the pain, understand? Of course, if you don't want your right hand, you can move it however you want, really."

Miura looked at his right hand, left and right, and became more and more satisfied.

"Wow, that's brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Dean, Dr. Wang Xiaotian has truly exceeded my expectations. I never imagined that he could succeed in such a surgery. It can be said that his medical skills are absolutely top-notch. He is a real talent."

"Yes, he's a real talent, a true genius!"

"We need to retain talent like him. As for his salary, let's raise it by one level. I believe he will stay, after all, his home is here."

“Okay, I’ll make arrangements to keep him here. Doesn’t he like women? This time, several nurses have come, and your niece seems to have also come to Hefei. If there’s an opportunity, we can have her step in. Maybe there will be such an opportunity.”

"Yes, I will consider it. I will discuss this matter with Aomura-kun, since this is not a decision I can make. But for the sake of the Empire's medical development, I believe he will make the right choice."

"This Wang Xiaotian is truly extraordinary!"

"Dean, what do we do next?"

'I'll report the results of this surgery to my cousin. I'm sure he'll know what to do. Besides, if this kind of surgery is done well, who knows how many more similar surgeries will be needed in the future.'

"Ok!"

"If he could teach this medical skill to us, and even to the doctors of the Empire, then the Empire's medicine would improve considerably. You must know that he is not only skilled in craniotomy and heart surgery, but also in limb reattachment surgery. Every one of these skills is world-class."

"That's right, which one isn't world-class? If such talent dedicates himself to the Empire, I believe the Empire would be willing to accept him."

Miura became increasingly excited and animated as he spoke, even beginning to fantasize about the honors to come. (End of Chapter)