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Carrying a bag of medicine, I walked out of the pharmacy.

Zhang Tianhao, dressed in a long robe, was standing at the corner of a road, and he had put away the medicine packet in his hand.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it's a medicine packet; it's actually full of precious medicinal herbs.

Ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum were also included; these were the medicinal materials he wanted to buy, and even now he still needed a large quantity of these precious herbs.

It's just that outsiders don't know that.

Recalling the names in the roster, many of them were no longer there, and even more were newly added names. He still planned to take some time to examine this part of the list carefully.

He knew he would be busy tonight and might not have a chance to rest all night.

"Ugh!"

He sighed, turned and walked in a certain direction, where a new comrade he needed to deal with was located.

Perhaps it's because he's alone, and the speed is already a bit faster.

He returned to his small courtyard before dawn the next day, utterly exhausted.

Overnight, he went directly to visit most of the comrades on the roster, since this kind of thing couldn't be left to others.

They are all new comrades, and he needs to guide them to prevent any accidents from happening.

Protecting them and getting them to work wholeheartedly for the organization is the most fundamental thing.

When Zhang Tianhao was the secretary, the entire underground organization in Shanghai was arguably living the most relaxed life, since he would distribute money instead of making his comrades work so hard.

He picked up the notebook and slowly opened it. Seeing that there were still many names on the list that he hadn't checked off, he decided to continue his one-on-one conversations with them the following evening.

As for why, he naturally didn't need to elaborate.

After throwing a few punches, he saw that breakfast in the pot was already ready and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he still needs to cook and eat normally. He needs to feel a sense of life here, not just be alone at home with no activity.

The aroma of cooking fires might offer a different kind of charm.

……

That noon, Zhang Tianhao and Sun Xiaolan did not go to the coffee shop, but instead sat there and slowly ate their lunch.

This time, Zhang Tianhao prepared a better lunch, which was more comfortable to eat.

There was beef, braised pork, and fish—a truly sumptuous meal. The two of them ate happily in the office, except for getting some rice.

"Dr. Wang, if I keep eating like this, I'll gain weight. I've gained quite a bit of weight in just over half a month, really."

"Really? Look how thin you are, you're practically just skin and bones. Wouldn't it be better to gain some weight?"

"No, it looks rather ugly."

"Alright, eat up. My meals are always this good, so don't worry about eating too much."

"You didn't buy it with your own money, did you?"

At that moment, she seemed to remember something and asked a question with some concern.

"Money? I don't need that. What, do you need money?"

"No need, I have enough money of my own. I'm just curious how you don't lack money."

Sun Xiaolan was also somewhat puzzled, but in the end she didn't ask anything. After all, everyone has their own secrets, and she shouldn't ask how the money came about.

At 12:30, Zhang Tianhao lay alone on the hospital bed, while Sun Xiaolan half-slept on the table. The two of them fell asleep like that.

Soon, the office became so quiet that only breathing could be heard, and even Zhang Tianhao's breathing was barely audible.

However, Sun Xiaolan was probably not very comfortable lying there, so she couldn't sleep very comfortably and kept moving around.

……

"Old Li, the young master just informed us that he wants to see us tonight. What do you think?"

“Our schedules are slightly different. Could there be a problem, and this message might be being misrepresented?”

"Probably not. This is the latest news from above, and only those at the top know this information." "No way, Lao Li, if the young master wanted to contact us, wouldn't he notify us directly? Why would he use email instead of contacting us directly?"

"It's probably not the young master who notified us. If you look at the words on it, you'll know it wasn't him. It can only mean that someone else relayed the message for the young master."

"Correspondent?"

"good."

"Young Master has taken over our organization in Shanghai again this time. I wonder what his plans are. Also, we really don't know how to deal with the things that have happened down here."

"We don't even know who the mole is?"

“I know that we’ve always been the two of us in charge of this work, and now it’s up to you, young master, to investigate.”

"That's true, but was it really the young master who informed us?"

"probably!"

"Ugh!"

The two sat in a teahouse, drinking tea, their eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

"Alright, stop overthinking it. You'll find out when the time comes."

"Right!"

……

Inside the military police station, Keiko glanced at her watch, her expression somewhat bitter.

They had thought the two of them could last two days, but to their surprise, they only lasted a day and a half before one of them couldn't take it anymore and confessed.

When she heard the news, she was quite upset.

She knew better than anyone that once she confessed, the next step would be her arrest, and if she were caught, the consequences would be dire.

"Sigh, should we notify him? Maybe he can find a way."

However, she immediately rejected the idea; it might be too late to notify them now.

She received word that Hashimoto Yu had already dispatched men, and might even have already gone to make the arrest. Sending Zhang Tianhao over now would be like sending him to his death.

Sitting in my office, I picked up the phone, intending to make a call.

But even though she held up the phone, she hesitated to make the call. Perhaps she was weighing the pros and cons, wondering whether the call would be effective.

"Sigh, let's just call it out."

With that in mind, she still dialed the number.

"Hello, please connect me to the church hospital and ask Dr. Wang Xiaotian to answer the phone."

She made the call and then waited there.

Five minutes later, I heard a yawn coming from the phone.

"Hello, this is Wang Xiaotian. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, I'm Chifune Keiko. Here's the thing, you examined my health last time and suggested a treatment plan of about two months. Do you have any better treatment options? Is one month enough?"

"A one-month plan?"

Zhang Tianhao was also completely confused, but he didn't answer directly. Instead, he slowly pondered the meaning behind her words.

He needs to understand what she wants to tell him in order to give a better answer.

A thought flashed through his mind and he understood.

"Sure, but don't worry, I guarantee you'll be cured. I've made all the arrangements, and Miss Huizi is welcome to come to the hospital for treatment anytime."

"Okay, thank you. I'll make time to go over. Is this afternoon okay?"

"No problem!" (End of Chapter)