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Chapter 285 Some Fragments (Part )

Concession area, Renji Hospital.

As one of the best hospitals in Shanghai, Renji Hospital has seen a sharp increase in the number of patients it has received in the past few days.

Most of the patients came from the Japanese Concession. The retaliation launched by the Qing Gang caused hundreds of casualties in the Japanese Concession in two or three days.

Basically, Japanese people of certain status will be sent to Renji Hospital for rescue. This included Ryuichi Ikeda, who was first attacked at the entrance of the Navy Headquarters.

On the day he was shot, Ryuichi Ikeda, who was shot in the arm, was rushed to Renji Hospital for surgery and rescue.

The operation went smoothly and the doctor took out the warhead.

But the problem is that according to the doctor's examination, it was a lead bullet, so there was a lot of debris in Ryuichi Ikeda's wound. Even if the doctor worked very hard to clean it, the risk of postoperative infection was still very high.

What's even worse is that during postoperative disinfection, medical staff discovered that Ikeda had a sulfonamide allergic reaction.

This discovery gave many people, including Takashi Ikeda, who had a certain foundation of medical knowledge, a very bad premonition.

A few days later, this premonition has become a reality.

In the special care unit of Renji Hospital, Ryuichi Ikeda was lying on the bed. At this moment, he looked quite miserable.

His whole body was wrapped tightly in gauze, with only his eyes, ears, mouth and nose exposed, and his dull eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes.

As for the location where he was shot in the arm, there were obvious signs of inflammation, redness and swelling.

"Ikeda-kun, can you still speak?"

In front of the hospital bed, Ikeda Ryuichi's assistant Ono Shiro leaned into Ikeda Ryuichi's ear and asked.

"What's the matter?"

Ikeda Ryuichi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ikeda-kun, the doctors at the hospital said they have a brand new, unproven drug that has a certain chance of curing you, but it's also possible."

Ono Shiro didn't finish his words, but Ikeda Ryuichi knew what the other party meant.

Ikeda Ryuichi struggled and said with the last strength in his body:

"Let them try. Even if they die, it will be better than being like this."

"Hi."

Ono Shiro nodded, then walked out of the ward and said to Ma Weiran, who was wearing a white coat in the corridor:

"Mr. Ikeda has agreed. Dr. Ma, please do it."

Ma Weiran nodded and walked into the special care ward with a nurse pushing a trolley.

The nurse took out a petri dish and a tube of transparent liquid from the trolley.

Ma Weiran took off the layer of gauze wrapped around Ikeda Ryuichi's hand, revealing the rash-yellow skin underneath.

After observing for a while, the nurse handed the syringe to Ma Weiran, and Ma Weiran did a skin test on Ryuichi Ikeda's hand.

Half an hour passed and no new allergic reactions occurred.

Seeing this, Ma Weiran felt a little relieved. He then injected Ryuichi Ikeda with the labeled dose of penicillin.

The reverse research and development process was not difficult when the general knowledge of penicillin was known. It only took Ma Su's laboratory a few days to extract the first batch of penicillin.

Although the dose is very small, according to the experimental situation, the effect is significant.

So Ma Su immediately started testing the medicine on patients. With his connections, it was not easy to find some inflammatory patients in major hospitals in Shanghai for experiments.

Ma Weiran was in charge of drug testing at Renji Hospital. After learning about Ikeda Ryuichi's situation, he contacted Ono Shiro, which led to today's injection.

As for whether this injection of penicillin can save Ikeda Ryuichi, it depends on the opponent's subsequent physical reaction.

Suzhou, Wuji clothing store.

Liu Xinjie came to the cubicle again and sat with Gu Shenyan.

"These are Xu Bowen's archives, which include his origin, family background, interpersonal relationships, etc. You should write them down as soon as possible."

Looking at the information Gu Shenyan handed over, Liu Xinjie nodded and began to read through it.

Regarding the face-changing plan, Liu Xinjie agreed without any hesitation. Because he knows very well how much value a webmaster of the Party Affairs Office, especially the Shanghai Station, will bring if he is one of his own.

This kind of value may not be matched by him even after several years of development in the 57th Division.

What's more, as long as the plan is successful, it won't take long for me to realize this value.

After reading the information in his hand, Liu Xinjie was a little more confident in replacing Xu Bowen's identity, because it was almost like cutting Xu Bowen open in front of Liu Xinjie and letting him look through it slowly.

This is why the superiors assigned Gu Shenyan to be in charge of the face-changing plan.

As an old man from Lixingshe Shanghai Station, Gu Shenyan not only studied the people of Lixingshe thoroughly, but also the people in the Party Affairs Office.

It can be said that the information given by Gu Shenyan may know him better than Xu Bowen himself.

After all, the person who knows you best in this world is not necessarily you, or the people close to you.

But your enemy.

After reading for a while, Liu Xinjie asked a question:

"Xu Bowen is eight years older than me. Is there any problem with this?"

Gu Shenyan said:

"Don't worry about this. Xu Bowen often has to disguise himself due to the special nature of his work. The age gap of several years can easily be fooled."

"Well, what about the channels through which he communicates with other people, and the secret informants he holds?" "Well, we will try our best to get some information from the other party. As for the rest, It depends on your adaptability."

"Ok."

In this way, Liu Xinjie and Gu Shenyan had a long discussion in this small cubicle about the details of the face-changing plan.

The capital is a village thirty kilometers east of the city.

A team of several hundred people entered the village that had been emptied out.

The young battalion commander who led the team had just assembled the troops when he saw a convoy approaching.

Soon, the long motorcade almost stopped right in front of the team. The door of a truck in the middle opened and Zhang Wenbai stepped out of the cab.

When he saw Zhang Wenbai coming out of the car, the young battalion commander suddenly became solemn, raised his head and saluted to Zhang Wenbai:

"Student Fang Shengli has met Director Zhang."

Zhang Wenbai looked at Fang Shengli in front of him, and his expression became much kinder. He was very impressed by this group of students.

Especially that Zhou Weiguo.

Of course, there is also Liu Yuan.

It's just that Zhou Weiguo is currently studying in a German military academy, and as for Liu Yuan.

After sighing in his heart, Zhang Wenbai said to Fang Shengli:

"Sheng Li, do you know why I transferred you from the 87th Division?"

"Students don't know."

Zhang Wenbai patted Fang Shengli on the shoulder and said with a serious face:

"I have an important task for you now, are you confident to complete it?"

"Students must try their best!"

Fang Shengli answered extremely firmly.

"Okay! What I want is your attitude."

Zhang Wenbai knew very well that among this group of students, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Yuan were the most outstanding, followed by Sun Xinpu and Fang Shengli.

If it weren't for Sun Xinpu's military intelligence background, the one who went to Germany to study would have been the one behind him.

"Shengli, from now on, your battalion will be reorganized into the Beijing-Shanghai District Independent Fire Attack Brigade. Your weapons, equipment, and related training will also start again."

"Fire attack brigade?"

Fang Shengli was a little confused about this strange number.

"That's right, Fire Attack Brigade."

Zhang Wenbai nodded.

A few days ago, under Zhang Wenbai's arrangement, the heavy artillery regiment conducted a special attack test.

The test results were very bad. Even a 150mm-caliber howitzer could only blast a small hole in a two-foot-thick reinforced concrete wall.

Not to mention, according to further investigation by the secret service, the wall thickness of the Japanese naval headquarters on Sichuan North Road reached an astonishing eighty centimeters.

What is the concept of eighty centimeters?

You must know that stretchers, single beds, etc. are generally only about 80 centimeters wide.

The heavy artillery that Zhang Wenbai and others had placed high hopes on was already unable to cope with the two-foot-thick reinforced concrete wall.

Against a wall that is eighty centimeters thick, even a round of artillery fire would only scratch people's itch.

Faced with such pressure, the fire attack plan proposed by Lu Feng was quickly implemented. Especially after the confrontation in the previous two days, the angry principal approved a special fund to urgently purchase this fire attack force. A batch of weapons and equipment such as flamethrowers and incendiary bombs were obtained.

With such strong support, Zhang Wenbai naturally arranged all related matters immediately. So today, I met Fang Shengli.

"Sheng Li, the main training subject of your fire attack brigade is arson."

Hearing Zhang Wenbai's introduction, Fang Shengli was a little confused.

Arson?

This thing still needs training?

Looking at the confused Fang Shengli, Zhang Wenbai didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, fire attacks have been around since ancient times, but they were all just a matter of lighting a fire. When it came to specific related training, Zhang Wenbai was also at a loss.

"In this way, you first get familiar with the environment, weapons and equipment. After two days, I will find an instructor for you."

"Yes."

Fang Shengli didn't say much, and just arranged for his men to start unloading the weapons and equipment from the trucks.

After Zhang Wenbai left, Fang Shengli's guard Xu Hu approached Fang Shengli and asked:

"Batalion Commander, can you not let me train this?"

"what happened?"

"My mother told me that if you play with fire, you will wet the bed."

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