mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1077: Killing? Showing off your skills in front of me
Wu Lien-teh asked Zhao Chuanxin to prove it to him.

For those who work in medicine, this is completely unbelievable.

"What does it prove? Immune to all poisons, or able to see inside?"

Wu Lien-teh wanted him to prove it: "Look at it."

Zhao Chuanxin stood still and said nothing.

Wu Lien-teh was confused.

A minute later, Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "My heart beats 38 times per minute."

Wu Lien-teh held his pulse and looked at his watch.

Most people cannot feel their heartbeats unless they touch their pulse and chest.

Wu Lien-teh confirmed Zhao Chuan-xin's statement: "This heartbeat is abnormal and too slow. But it cannot be proved that this is inner vision. Some people can feel the heartbeat."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of wine and stretched out his left hand: "Smell my skin."

He took a few big gulps.

Wu Lien-teh was dumbfounded when he smelled the alcohol oozing from the skin.

In the end, Wu Lien-teh was half-believing it.

Wu Lien-teh opened up and expressed his doubts: "Sir Zhao, when I first heard about your deeds, I had many questions. When I was in Tianjin, I heard some officers discussing you, saying that you were able to fight against an army of 10,000 people single-handedly. No matter how brave a person is, manpower is limited. How can he keep fighting?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked outside. The weather was just right and the room was warm enough. He took off his half-high collar sweater and the white T-shirt underneath and lay on the ground doing push-ups.

Wu Lien-teh saw that Zhao Chuanxin had strong muscles and a broad back, and that even ancient Greek sculptures could not compare to him.

He counted and was surprised to find that Zhao Chuanxin did five hundred push-ups quickly and in one breath.

His face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, and his speed wasn't slow.

For the 500th push-up, Zhao Chuanxin did a Russian push-up, first lifting his legs off the ground, then pushing his arms hard, his body soaring into the air parallel to the ground, up to two meters.

He turned 360 degrees in the air, twisted his waist and straightened himself, and landed in a standing position.

This move was beyond Wu Lien-teh's understanding.

As Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes, he said, "If I want, I can gallop freely on the battlefield and kill as much as I want."

Some things don't even need to be kept secret, as the Japanese probably already know the secret of his immunity to all poisons.

Even the careless Russians probably know that Zhao Chuanxin possesses physical fitness that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Wu Lien-teh was impressed: "You are indeed different from others."

"So," Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and said, "If I leave now, is there any risk of spreading the plague bacillus?"

"Wait a little longer." Wu Lien-teh tried to be cautious: "You can leave only after the International Plague Research Conference is over."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy to bear the infamy of a butcher, but was unwilling to become the sinner who spread the plague.

From the beginning of the plague to the time when there were zero deaths, the number of deaths outside the Great Wall was counted at more than 1,300, which was two-thirds less than the original historical number.

On the day that the eunuch Li Lianying died, Wu Lien-teh ended the quarantine of all regions, nearly two months earlier than originally planned.

When the news came out, the whole country was excited and praised Wu Lien-teh and other medical staff.

On March 3, 6 medical experts and scholars from 35 countries including China, the United States, Austria, France, Germany, Britain, Italy, Japan, Mexico, the Netherlands and Russia went to Fengtian, China to attend the International Plague Research Conference.

Wu Lien-teh was hailed as the "plague fighter".

The natural candidate for the chairmanship of the International Plague Research Society was Wu Lien-teh, but the Japanese were not convinced and wanted Kitasato Shibasaburo, who was good at treating tetanus, to snatch the chairmanship.

However, experts representing various countries objected.

Kitasato Shibasaburo was unwilling to accept the result and had to settle for second place.

National flags of various countries were flying at the scene, local officials and representative experts were present, in addition to a large number of reporters from various newspapers.

First there was a press conference, where Wu Lien-teh told reporters about the epidemic prevention process.

When Wu Lien-teh mentioned Zhao Chuanxin, many reporters sneered.

Today was Wu Lien-teh's home game. He tapped the microphone, frowned, and asked seriously, "Why are you laughing?"

"It's obvious that we are laughing at Zhao Chuanxin."

"Zhao Chuanxin wanted to buy fame, but he shot himself in the foot and was found to be enjoying himself during the epidemic prevention..."

"He also killed people..."

"What a cold-blooded butcher!"

The medical staff at the scene were all furious.

Wu Lien-teh flew into a rage: "What nonsense! How dare you slander Mr. Zhao?"

Zhou Fengquan snorted coldly: "Isn't it?"

Wu Lien-teh stared at Zhou Fengquan: "Do you know that all the drugs used for epidemic prevention were provided by Lord Zhao? Do you know that Lord Zhao donated tens of thousands of masks? Epidemic prevention and isolation, poor transportation, and shortage of supplies. Lubin Prefecture had abundant grain production last year, and Lord Zhao paid out of his own pocket to urgently transfer grain to the epidemic area. Do you know this? Are you willing to pay these millions of taels of silver?"

The sarcastic look on the reporter's face froze.

Wu Lien-teh continued, "The epidemic prevention work is going on day and night, and the medical staff are extremely exhausted. Lord Zhao provides at least three meals a day, and because of the shortage of manpower, he cooks for us personally. To prevent the spread of the disease, our clothes must be disinfected every day, and Lord Zhao personally washes and disinfects them for us. Have you heard of any dignitaries who are willing to condescend to do this? Not to mention condescending to do this, I am afraid that except for Lord Zhao, others even avoid the epidemic area. Let me tell you one more thing. Lord Zhao contracted the disease during the epidemic prevention, but he was strong and recovered in two days. Are you willing to risk your life to do these things?"

Medical representatives from various countries were shocked.

They didn't expect the Far Eastern butcher to do this.

Zhou Fengquan said stubbornly: "What do you say about him killing someone?"

Wu Lien-teh said coldly: "At that time, there were countless patients who died of the disease or were abandoned by the people and froze to death. Their bodies carried plague bacteria and were thrown into the wild at will. As long as the weather gets warmer, the bacteria will come back. If you don't believe it, you can ask medical representatives from various countries. There is only one solution - burning the bodies. The suggestion made by Wu did not dare to challenge the Chinese people's concept that the dead are the most important. Wu asked Lord Zhao for help, and Lord Zhao took the blame. Wu felt heartbroken every time he thought of this, and wanted to clarify, but Lord Zhao did not allow it. Lord Zhao said that those who fight the epidemic are heroes and deserve this reputation..."

Doctors from various countries present were moved.

The medical staff fighting the epidemic outside the customs were in tears.

Zhou Fengquan looked around and saw that the reporters were all lowering their heads.

He still insisted: "Zhao Chuanxin slapped the Prince's tutor, which was an offense against his superiors. How can this be explained?"

Wu Lien-teh slammed the table and said, "The plague is not a joke. Once someone carrying the disease leaves the country, the plague will spread to the capital and even to Hebei and the south. Who can take responsibility for this?"

Zhou Fengquan felt a tightness in his heart.

People around were whispering and talking, and looking at him with contempt.

Wu Lien-teh pointed at the venue and said, "Even the tables, chairs, and teacups in the venue, including the microphone and sound equipment used by me to speak, were all provided by Lord Zhao, who contributed a total of 200,000 yuan. Lord Zhao said that China must establish internationally accepted epidemic prevention standards and promote contemporary public health and epidemic prevention. The reputation is false. Whoever dares to hinder epidemic prevention will be killed. The health of millions of compatriots is the most important. What do you say? Are you eating and drinking Lord Zhao's food while cursing him?"

Nothing to say.

Medical representatives from various countries applauded spontaneously.

The reporters also applauded.

No matter how notorious Zhao Chuanxin is outside, at least his attitude towards medicine deserves recognition from everyone present.

The conference lasted 25 days and was held 24 times.

Zhao Chuanxin was not present on the first day.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin attended the meeting at the strong request of Wu Lien-teh and other medical staff.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared in a double-palace silk suit, everyone in the venue applauded again.

Zhao Chuanxin thought the applause was for Wu Lien-teh and others, so he put his hands in his pockets, expressionless, and walked away without recognizing anyone.

Reporters around sighed: "Lord Zhao is really indifferent to praise or criticism."

The reporter from Ta Kung Pao asked, "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

"Thoughts? Too many to list."

The reporter laughed: "Master Zhao, please tell us your most important thoughts."

"Important?" Zhao Chuanxin stroked his hair. "I seem to have become more handsome. It's really sad. How can other men live?"

"..."

When passing by Zhou Fengquan, Zhou Fengquan asked, "Master Zhao, have you provided compensation to the people you killed?"

Zhao Chuanxin spit on Zhou Fengquan's shoes: "Ah... tui! Their horoscopes are not strong enough, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhou Fengquan was furious: "Master Zhao, you must also pay the fine!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a dollar and waved it in front of Zhou Fengquan, then put it back in his pocket: "Okay, the procedure is complete."

Zhou Fengquan: “…”

The medical staff, who were already familiar with Zhao Chuanxin's character, laughed.

Lord Zhao has this kind of temper.

Zhou Fengquan wanted to speak again, but Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said, "This is a fake reporter. Get out of here."

Originally, Dr. Yao was going to let Zhao Chuanxin speak, but at this moment he quietly said to Wu Lien-teh, "Forget it."

He was worried that he had just clarified some things for Zhao Chuanxin yesterday, and today Zhao Chuanxin would turn around his reputation.

Zhao Chuanxin sat next to British doctor Sickert Karl.

Sikt Karl said: "Mr. Zhao, we meet again."

The man was about 1.75 meters tall, with a receding hairline but not completely bald, curved eyebrows, a hooked nose, and two drooping mustaches on his lips.

He combed his little hair meticulously, and from his shirt collar one could tell that he was particularly fond of cleanliness.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and made a "hmm" sound in response.

Sikt Karl looked at Zhao Chuanxin's profile with a smile on his face and cold eyes.

He said: "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Zhao must come from a very ordinary family."

"Hmm." Zhao Chuanxin took out the book.

Sickert Karl continued: "You know, smoking is harmful to your health."

Zhao Chuanxin turned the page and took a sip: "Okay, I will definitely give it up next time."

"..." Sikt Karl frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, you have forgotten that we have met before, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned around in surprise: "So who are you?"

Sikt Karl turned his head away and looked at the podium, no longer speaking to Zhao Chuanxin.

When the meeting ended that day, it was already dark.

People in the venue walked out one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his coat, leather gloves, and followed the crowd out with a book under his arm. After walking about 30 meters, he met an old man in a tattered coat on the opposite side. He must be about 60 years old.

No one cared.

Only Sickert Kaldor glanced at the old man.

Just as the old man approached Zhao Chuanxin, he suddenly took out a homemade gun from his arms, pointed it at Zhao Chuanxin, and pulled the trigger with hatred on his face.

boom.

Caught off guard, everyone was shocked.

Many people felt a chill in their hearts: Zhao Chuanxin, it's over.

However, Zhao Chuanxin handed the Humboldt hat to the person next to him as if nothing had happened and walked towards the old man.

The old man's eyes were red with anger. He dropped his rifle, took out a short knife from his arms and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, Qu Shiwen is here to seek revenge on you. You are here to die..."

After listening to the assassin's introduction, everyone was shocked when they learned the inside story.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his neck, took out a crescent-shaped Viking battle axe, and rushed towards Qu Shiwen.

Everyone exclaimed.

Qu Shiwen's steps became noticeably slower and more untidy.

This shows his inner fear and struggle.

All the reporters present knew about the feud between Qu Shiwen and Zhao Chuanxin.

Qu Shiwen killed his wife and daughter and vowed to rebel. Zhao Chuanxin was furious and offered a reward for his son's life. As a result, Qu Shiwen lost the lives of his two sons.

The rebellion also failed.

Killing his son is equivalent to cutting off his descendants.

Qu Shiwen held the short knife and actually used it to chop.

As soon as he swung his arm, Zhao Chuanxin chopped him with an axe.

laugh……

Arms fall to the ground.

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, then looked sideways and said, "That's it? That's it. Why the hell are you pretending to be so rude to me?"

After saying that, he chopped down again with the axe.

Qu Shiwen lost both arms and was in unbearable pain.

Bleeding all over the place.

Before everyone could come to their senses, Sickert Karl trotted over to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "That was a close call. It was a close call. Are you okay, Mr. Zhao? Let me check if you are injured."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Zhao Chuanxin and suddenly stretched out his arm.

The sleeves of his coat were very long and covered his hands.

When his arm got closer to Zhao Chuanxin's body, he stretched out his hand, holding a small inward-curved round knife, and cut towards Zhao Chuanxin's throat.

Sikt Karl had a smug smile on his face.

The round knife stopped only fifteen centimeters away from Zhao Chuanxin's throat. No matter how hard Sikt Karl tried, he could not move forward even a single step.

He lowered his head and found that Zhao Chuanxin was holding a Viking axe against his chest.

Zhao Chuanxin was tall and had long arms, just blocking his way forward.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar between his teeth and said, "You know, many years ago, when I was still an unknown, people started trying to assassinate me. Later, the Japanese and Russians took turns using planes, cannons and bombs. Now I am still standing in front of you. Do you think I look like I did before?"

The people around were so shocked that they were speechless.

It's been a roller coaster ride.

But how could this foreign doctor be involved with Qu Shiwen?
Sickert Karl finally stopped laughing: "This is impossible."

He waited for many days and finally got a perfect opportunity to take action.

Because he knew that even Zhao Chuanxin would be frightened and agitated if he encountered an assassination attempt.

He was an outsider, and as a doctor, he approached with concern, and Zhao Chuanxin would definitely not be on guard.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Sikt Karl's wrist, snatched the small round knife, and held the knife in reverse to cut Sikt Karl's tendons.

"what……"

Then Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Sickert Karl's sparse hair and gouged out one of his eyes with a machete.

The people present were terrified.

"what……"

Sikt Karl let out a terrible cry.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him, "Who sent you?"

In great pain, Sickert Karl shouted, "A Japanese, he paid me to come."

The round knife scratched Sickert Karl's cheek, causing his skin and flesh to roll up and blood to flow out.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "You don't look like a soldier, but this is definitely not your first time killing someone. Tell me about your identity."

Sikt Karl stopped screaming and a sick smile appeared on his face: "Killing people is my hobby. I have killed many people."

He knew there was no hope of escape, so he told everything in the hope of attracting attention and becoming famous.

Someone exclaimed: "Serial killer? Could he be Jack the Ripper?"

Sickert Karl's face was covered in blood, but he was still laughing: "That Japanese man witnessed me killing someone, but he didn't call the police. Instead, he funded me to come to China to kill you. I think it must be fun to kill you. It must be fun. Whether it is our country or your country, I will not be convicted, hehe..."

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin stabbed the tip of the round knife into the lower part of the neck and pulled it down.

laugh……

Wow.

Zhao Chuanxin let Sikt Karl wail on the ground with his intestines bursting out: "You like killing people? You are cruel? Then you are just showing off your skills in front of me."

He admired Aoki Nobujun's imagination.

First, a psychologist was sent to hypnotize him.

Then he looked for a serial killer, trying to fight fire with fire?

Not to mention, a few years ago, Zhao Chuanxin might have really fallen for it.

Just now he was not on guard against the medical team, let alone Sickert Karl.

But since taking the Six Senses Potion, Zhao Chuanxin's body reaction speed has reached its peak, and his control over his body has reached its peak.

Even if Sikt Karl suddenly attacked from less than five centimeters away from him, he would not be able to touch a single hair of Zhao Chuanxin.

After hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said, Sikt Karl suddenly felt hurt.

Serial killers love the attention and feed on the fear of others.

But Zhao Chuanxin was not at all panicked. Killing him was as easy as killing a chicken or a dog.

Lying on the ground were two assassins who were doomed to die but had not yet died.

There were doctors everywhere, but no one dared to help.

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off his cigarette ashes and looked around like an eagle: "Are there any more? If not, I have to go home for dinner."

I Chao...Everyone present was convinced.

Zhao Chuanxin encountered two assassination attempts in succession, but he remained calm throughout the whole process.

Qu Shiwen, who lost too much blood but was not dead, was also surprised: When did I find foreigners to help me?

He didn't understand English. He summoned up his last remaining strength and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhao Chuanxin, everyone wants you to be punished, and now you have come to this day..."

Zhao Chuanxin swung his axe and ripped off his head: "Shut up!"

Sikt Karl watched Zhao Chuanxin kill people without blinking, his body trembled, his pupils trembled, and a sudden surge of fear surged in his heart.

It's like a carnivore encountering a more ferocious carnivore, and it gives you a soul-stirring shudder.

Yes, he is nothing in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

……

Mexico.

With Pascual Orozco and Pancho Villa's troops in the north and Emiliano Zapata's troops in the south, the revolutionary army was advancing towards Juarez.

Porfirio Díaz's rule was in jeopardy.

It used to be the Celestial Empire, but now it has become a city of tigers and wolves.

All the cities near Puebla were harassed by the rebels. Landlords and gentry everywhere were trembling in fear. Many of them had their homes confiscated and their families exterminated, and their fate was miserable.

In other words, the Quetshalan Country Patrol and the areas under its jurisdiction were not harmed.

It is true that Diaz's troops and mounted patrols oppressed and persecuted the people.

But can we say that the revolutionary army are good people?
Not at all.

These armies, which are mainly composed of lower-class peasants, have a strong hatred of the rich.

Being wealthy is a crime, living an easy life is a crime worthy of death, and being rich deserves to be exterminated.

This is their logic.

A Mexican named Jesus Francisco was once beaten up by Zhao Chuanxin in Torreón.

Since then, he has moved to Gomez Palacio and continued his street speeches, blaming the Chinese.

Coincidentally, there has been a revolution recently, and the cities of Gomez Palacio and Torreón are ready for action.

Chen Bangshu's wife came back from buying food and closed their laundry room: "It's a mess outside, let's close the shop for a while."

Chen Bangshu objected: "How can that be possible? If we close down, will we just starve to death?"

"These rebels are capable of murder, arson and anything else."

"Take another look, it's not as serious as you say."

(End of this chapter)