My spy diary

Chapter 519 Hospital
"Director Zhang, where did you go just now?"

Zhang Yi looked helpless: "Going to the toilet is one of the three urgent things people do."

"So long?"

Zhang Yi did not answer. Seeing that the doctors were standing there in embarrassment, he said, "That's enough. You have nothing to do now. Go back to work."

"What are you doing?" He Shangyou was about to get angry, but Zhang Yi quickly stopped him and said in a meaningful tone, "They are all people who save lives and heal the wounded. Is there any benefit in offending them?"

He Shangyou understood everything immediately. He snorted coldly and waved his hands angrily. Several doctors left in a hurry as if they had been pardoned.

Only Zhang Yi, He Shangyou and Wang Xuedong were left in the ward.

He Shangyou remembered something and asked casually, "Director Zhang, didn't you receive the notice?"

Zhang Yi played dumb: "No, what notice?"

He Shangyou smiled but said nothing.

At this moment, a spy suddenly pushed the door open and whispered something to He Shangyou.

"What, Dean?" He Shangyou was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a quarrel outside.

"I just want to know clearly what the military control people want to do and why they beat people up?"

"Dean, calm down."

"I can't get rid of it. The doctor is not a suspect and should not be treated so brutally."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with an aggressive look pushed the door open and pointed at He Shangyou: "Are you Director He?"

He Shangyou nodded: "I am."

The dean interrupted him angrily: "What on earth are you trying to do? It's fine if you want us to cooperate with you in secretly treating a suspect, but why are you beating people? I'm going to call Dai Yunong and sue you."

Hearing him mention Director Dai, speaking with a strong Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent, He Shangyou was confused about his background for a moment. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "I was impulsive just now. It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

The dean snorted coldly, stared at him coldly for a few seconds, and then looked at Zhang Yi: "Are you Director Zhang?"

Zhang Yi: "What's the matter?"

Dean: "Just now, your Director Mao called me and asked the hospital to give you another comprehensive examination."

Zhang Yi's expression suddenly darkened.

He Shangyou smiled and said, "Director Zhang should really check it carefully."

Zhang Yi looked at him twice and left the room expressionlessly.

At this time, Secretary Wang was sitting in a black car parked on the roadside near the Army Hospital. He looked at his watch and felt a little restless.

After a while, the car door was opened and Zheng Huhe, dressed as a cleaner, came in and sat in the driver's seat.

Secretary Wang's eyes sparkled with anticipation:

"How about it?"

Zheng Huhe shook his head. "The third floor has been blocked and is heavily guarded. The hall is full of disguised spies. It's loose on the outside but tight on the inside. Anyone who enters there will die."

"What should we do now?" Secretary Wang looked unhappy.

Zheng Huhe looked out the window and fell silent.

"I don't know where Zhang Yi is. If he is here, he will definitely find a way to rescue Lao Yang."

Zhang Yi followed the dean to the dean's office and pushed the door open. He saw Mao Qiqu sitting there with a smile on his face, with a young nurse standing next to him.

"Director Mao, why are you here?"

Mao Qiwu said nonchalantly, "I felt unwell these past two days, so I came for a checkup. I happened to meet Dean Li, and I played two games of chess with him."

As he spoke, he signaled the nurse to take Zhang Yi's temperature while cleaning up the mess on the table: "You came just in time."

The emergency room has been transformed into an interrogation room.

After special treatment, Yang Wenzhong has woken up. When he opened his eyes, he was facing He Shangyou's gloomy face.

"woke up?"

He took two steps closer to Yang Wenzhong, leaned over, and said, "It must be very painful to bite off your own tongue, right? But you are only one step away from death. I really want to know, are you afraid? Have you ever thought about your son? I think you have already died once. Now, look at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, breathe the fresh air, isn't it time to think about yourself and your son?"

Yang Wenzhong turned his head away and looked at the ceiling.

He Shangyou continued, "Oh, I forgot to tell you something. I've got the truth serum. Once it's injected, it will paralyze your nerves, control your mind, and make you confess everything you know. Your faith is great, but can it defeat the drug?"

Yang Wenzhong answered his question with silence and a blank look in his eyes again.

Wang Xuedong shouted loudly: "Mr. Yang, Director He's patience is limited. I'll give you one minute to think about it. If you still refuse to change your ways, not only you and your son will die, but also everyone who has done business with you will be arrested. Think about it carefully."

Time almost froze.

In the dean's office, a chessboard made of wood was placed on the table. One person was holding the red chess piece, and the other was holding the black chess piece. In this small world, there was a fight between swords and sabers.

Mao Qiwu was clearly in an advantageous position. He ate Zhang Yi's "horse" with a snap and asked casually, "Brother, you seem a little absent-minded. What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Yi replied without leaving any trace: "I have been interrogating prisoners for a whole day. I am tired and I haven't eaten yet."

Mao Qiwu looked at him, as if trying to discern some secret from his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yi asked when he saw him looking at him.

"Nothing." Mao Qiwu shook his head. "I haven't eaten either. Director He and the others haven't eaten either, right? I don't know how the interrogation is going. To be honest, I'm extremely nervous right now."

"Optimism is an essential quality for spy work. I believe in Director He." As he spoke, Zhang Yi gently took away his pawn, "Director Mao, you are going to lose."

Mao Qiwu laughed out loud: "That's not necessarily true. Winning or losing sometimes depends on something other than the chess game."

emergency room.

He Shangyou raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Suddenly, he waved his hand and said, "Time is up. Call the nurse in."

Just as Wang Xuedong was about to go out, Yang Wenzhong suddenly struggled and stretched out his hand.

He Shangyou saw the hope of victory. He walked up carefully and held Yang Wenzhong's cold hand:

"Mr. Yang, what do you want to say?"

A tear silently hung on Yang Wenzhong's cheek, and his fingers trembled slightly as he gestured in He Shangyou's palm.

"son?"

Yang Wenzhong nodded.

"Go and bring the little boy here."

Yang Wenzhong shook his head again.

"So what do you mean? The Red Party Office. Do you mean to send your son to the Red Party Office?"

Yang Wenzhong nodded sharply. He Shangyou understood and sneered, "I sent him away. You have no worries. What if you play tricks on us?"

Yang Wenzhong looked at him twice, withdrew his hand, and looked up at the ceiling with empty eyes again.

He Shangyou stared at him, feeling confused for a moment. At this time, Wang Xuedong, who had been silent, suddenly coughed twice.

He Shangyou understood, and the two of them left the emergency room.

"What do you want to say?"

"Director, are you sure you can make him confess by injecting him with truth serum?"

He Shangyou thought about it and answered cautiously: "If his tongue is still there, I am 70% sure, but now he can't speak and can only write. The effect of the medicine is too strong and his body can't bear it. I estimate that..."

"Then why don't you agree to him?" Wang Xuedong rolled his eyes and leaned over and whispered a few words.

He Shangyou hesitated for a moment and said, "That's it. Go now."

After sending Wang Xuedong away, he thought for a while, called the nurse, and told her to immediately inject Yang Wenzhong with anti-inflammatory drugs to treat his injuries.

"The organization does not agree to armed rescue." After finishing the call, Secretary Wang got back into the car, feeling extremely frustrated.

Zheng Huhe also looked a little disappointed. He thought for a while and said, "But I can't just do nothing, right? I want to give it a try. As long as I try my best, I will have a clear conscience."

"Have you thought about the consequences of this?"

Zheng Huhe didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he opened the car door without hesitation.

But as soon as he got off the car, he immediately got back on.

"what happened?"

"People from the Military Control Commission." Zheng Huhe saw a black Ford sedan driving out of the hospital, started the car immediately, and followed behind it.

Under the bridge not far from the hospital, next to a firewood stove, a few ragged street kids gathered around it. Some were big, some were small. At this moment, they were huddled together and squatting like a circle of stray cats, staring at the sizzling potatoes on the stove, their eyes shining.

At this moment, a black car slowly drove towards them, and the driver was Wang Xuedong.

He looked out of the car window, and his eyes finally fixed on a thin homeless child.

He drove up to them, got out, threw down a few bills, dragged the skinny homeless boy into the car, and took him to a hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, he threw the homeless child into the bathroom, threw him a towel, and then took out a greasy chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from his pocket: "Wash it clean, it's yours."

In the washroom, the homeless boy looked at everything in the washroom with a look of surprise, grabbed the soap and rubbed it a few times, then turned on the tap, filled a basin with water, poured it over himself, and began to scrub. Soon, the white tiled floor was covered with dark brown water.

The water was very cold, but the homeless boy half-closed his eyes and looked like he was enjoying it.

Outside, Wang Xuedong was on the phone: "Take off his clothes and bring them here immediately. Also, find a set of 18th Route Army uniforms and a camera. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just do it."

Outside the hotel, Zheng Huhe waited patiently.

After a while, a car stopped and a burly spy got out of the car, with a camera hanging around his neck and a bundle in his hand.

At this time, in the hotel where Wang Xuedong was staying, the homeless boy seemed like a different person. He was clean all over, with wet hair. He was sitting on a chair with a bath towel wrapped around him, gnawing on a chicken leg voraciously. He was reluctant to spit out even the bones, so he chewed them all and ate them.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Xuedong picked up the pistol cautiously, walked over lightly, looked through the peephole, and opened the door.

The burly spy came in and complained, "I'm so tired, Captain, what do you want clothes and cameras for?"

Wang Xuedong ignored him, took the clothes and looked at them, then quickly walked to the bed, snatched the chicken leg from the homeless child's mouth, threw it on the table, and threw the child's clothes to him:

"Put it on and follow me. I'll come back later and let you eat your fill all at once."

After saying this, he looked at the spy again and said, "Put on your military uniform. I'll let you act like an Eighth Route Army soldier today."

Half an hour later, Wang Xuedong left with his camera, feeling satisfied, and left the child to the secret agent. The secret agent was naturally not interested in a worthless street child, so he stripped him of his clothes, threw him on the road, and drove away.

Zheng Huhe's car followed.

hospital.

A blurry photo that had just been developed was placed in front of Yang Wenzhong. He Shangyou said amiably, "This is my sincerity. Now it's your turn."

Yang Wenzhong stared at the photo. Although the photo was blurry, he could still see that it was a little boy of the same height and similar weight as his son. He was still wearing the same navy blue jacket. He was supported by a middle-aged man, and behind him was the gate of the Red Party office.

"It's your son, right?"

Yang Wenzhong nodded instinctively. Suddenly, he noticed something and looked at the "Eighth Route Army cadre" holding the little boy's hand. He found that the clothes he wore were brand new, with straight folds and not even a wrinkle.

He understood it all at once.

At this time, He Shangyou pulled the photo back, handed over the paper and pen that had been prepared long ago, and said softly:
"Go ahead and write down what you know."

Yang Wenzhong's hands were shaking slightly, and he could hardly hold the pen tightly in his hands. He Shangyou helped him hold it and said patiently:

"Don't worry, take your time, we have plenty of time."

On the other side, Zheng Huhe followed the spies all the way and finally found the place where Yang Wenzhong's son was imprisoned. After knocking out the guarding spy, he rescued him and handed him over to Secretary Wang. He then disguised himself and came to the outside of the hospital again.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street opposite the hospital. Compared with these respectable passers-by, a blind beggar sitting at the foot of the wall looked much shabby.

He held an erhu and played and sang by himself, his tone was sad.

Zheng Huhe walked over, squatted down and looked at him.

The beggar sensed someone coming and said to him, "Sir, what do you want to hear? I know a lot of little songs."

"Can you see the strings?"

"I can't see it, but I can feel it. It's just my hands that are used to it."

Zheng Huhe nodded, took out a banknote and handed it to the beggar:

"Can you figure out how much this is?"

The beggar took it, touched it, and could not hide the joy on his face. He kowtowed to Zheng Huhe in thanks.

Zheng Huhe helped him up: "I need your help. Go to the hospital on your right and shout something."

In the emergency room, the pen in Yang Wenzhong's hand dangled on the paper, but he never wrote a word.

He Shangyou, who had silently said "patience" countless times, could no longer hold back and snorted coldly:
"If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll get a knife. What are you hesitating about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the blind beggar's shout from downstairs: "Yang Xiaobao, your family wants you to go home quickly--"

He Shangyou's face changed and he shouted, "Who is shouting outside? Tell him to shut up."

The moment he turned around, Yang Wenzhong suddenly pierced the artery in his left hand with the tip of a pen, and then quickly stuffed his left hand under the quilt.

"I'll go take a look." Wang Xuedong opened the door and walked out.

The blind beggar's voice continued to shout, getting louder and louder: "Yang Xiaobao, your family wants you to go home quickly--"

(End of this chapter)