spy cloud

The music was still playing in the front yard, and Zhang Tianhao continued practicing his boxing in the backyard for two or three hours straight.

Covered in sweat, he finished his boxing match and then went to the side, splashed some cold water on his hands, and began to take a shower.

Only then did he realize that two or three girls were standing at the back gate, peeking at him. He gave a wry smile and then took a quick shower.

Back inside, I changed into dry clothes and then went back to the chair and lay down quietly.

Seeing that Zhang Tianhao had lay down again, the girls felt bored and went back to play in the front yard, where they whispered to each other from time to time.

I checked the time and realized it was already 9 p.m.

He looked around and released his mental energy, only to find that there was no one around.

He immediately took off and flew directly towards his destination.

After all, it's quite far from here; it would take him five minutes to fly there.

When he arrived above a small courtyard, he used his mental energy to scan the area below and discovered that there were several people guarding the courtyard.

In a room in the courtyard, another patient was lying there, pale-faced, and even looked worse.

"This is……"

He didn't get a good look at the patient while he was in mid-air, but he still vaguely remembered his appearance, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Unfortunately, people in later generations heard of this person's name, but he may have also died from this illness.

If he hadn't come to treat her this time, she might really have passed away.

His mental energy swept across the area once more, and he spotted a familiar figure near the doorway not far away. It was Mr. Zhou.

He was standing by the door, pacing back and forth, or occasionally leaning against the doorway, lighting a cigarette and slowly smoking it.

They seem to be getting impatient.

He breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the introduction from an acquaintance, he really wouldn't have dared to come. Sometimes, even a seemingly insignificant mistake can cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

After all, many things don't revolve around him; what he needs to do is protect himself.

People of different identities and statuses must take their words and actions seriously, otherwise the consequences can be quite serious.

He's not stupid; he has to be careful about his words and actions in front of others, let alone something like this.

He didn't land in the courtyard; instead, he emerged from the shadows not far away.

He had barely stepped out when he was spotted, and everyone seemed quite nervous. Clearly, the arrival of a stranger had caused some tension among Mr. Zhou's men.

However, upon receiving the order, they did not immediately step forward. Instead, they watched as Zhang Tianhao walked towards the small courtyard and went directly towards Mr. Zhou.

"Can I have a cigarette?"

He smiled, stood in front of Mr. Zhou, and asked a question politely and courteously.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind that my cigarettes aren't good."

"As for your cigarettes, I like them all. If you'd like, I'll trade with you!"

As he spoke, he tossed over a pack of cigarettes, and they were even imported cigarettes.

At the same time, he accepted a cigarette from Mr. Zhou, lit it silently, took a deep drag, and then uttered a few words.

"There are many dogs around the house, and they are kept very watchful. If I move, I will be noticed immediately. It took a while."

“I’m already very happy that you came. I know your situation. It’s too dangerous outside, and you can’t just come out, you can’t get out. I know that.”

"It was completely unexpected that you came, really."

"It's nothing, Mr. Zhou. I'll still listen to your wishes, won't I?"

"Haha, you're too kind, please come in!"

“Okay!” The two didn’t stand on ceremony any longer, and Mr. Zhou took the lead and went straight in.

Upon entering the room, especially the bedroom, one sees the patient on the hospital bed, looking haggard and pale.

"it's him!"

"I don't think you're interested in knowing his name, but he's an important person to us, and we can't afford any mistakes, so we have to ask you to come and help us out."

"You're welcome. I'll definitely help if I can."

He came to the patient, examined him carefully, and then gently placed his hand on the patient's left wrist to feel the pulse.

Taking a pulse still requires skill and ability.

About five minutes later, Zhang Tianhao stood up, looked at Mr. Zhou to the side, and gave a wry smile.

“Mr. Zhou, you’re really giving me trouble. This patient, I can say, there’s probably no one else in the whole country who can perform this kind of surgery except me.”

"If it weren't for me today, it would probably only last a week at most, sigh!"

"what reason?"

"Having been shot and still having shrapnel in my body is deadly enough, but damn it, there's an even more troublesome illness."

"What disease?"

"The liver, spleen, and duodenum are ulcerated. What do you think?"

What caused this?

"It was caused by shrapnel, and it couldn't be removed. It's gotten this serious now. I never thought he would still be alive. It's a miracle."

"What to do with these?"

"The surgery is done. Now it's up to his luck. There's no other way. After all, you probably can't find another person in the whole country who can perform this kind of excision."

"Mr. Zhou, you've really given me a lot of trouble, and the conditions here don't allow for such a surgery. What do you think?"

"I know. I've already had an operating room prepared. It's simple, but there's no other way. Resources are limited, really."

"What about anti-inflammatory drugs and anesthetics?"

"We prepared two vials of anti-inflammatory drugs, but we only have one vial of anesthetic. We don't know if that will be enough, really."

"At least twelve vials of anti-inflammatory medicine, one in the morning and one at night. If we could have more, that would be even better, since these are life-saving medications, there's no other way."

"Twelve branches!"

Mr. Zhou couldn't help but gasp. After all, even he couldn't get his hands on so many medicines in a short time, especially the anti-inflammatory drugs, which were more expensive than gold.

"Alright, it's obvious you weren't prepared. I'll give you ten vials of sulfonamide, honestly!"

He sighed helplessly and took out a strip of medicine from his pocket—a ten-pack of sulfonamides.

As for other penicillin products, there really aren't any left.

Looking at the ten extra vials of medicine in front of him, Mr. Zhou felt even more helpless and gave a bitter smile.

"Mr. Zhang, I owe you another favor!"

"Mr. Zhou, you already owe me seven favors!"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but laugh, indicating that the more he owed, the happier he was, at least that's how it was.

"Alright, we'll have you have the surgery in a bit. We also have people to help you. Is that alright?"

"Okay!" (End of Chapter)