Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 457 Take the hammer, axe and saw to check He Songling's bones
"Old He, please stop doing this."

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and looked at He Songling: "The old hero narrowly escaped death, what are you doing in there? Can you heal illnesses?"

"What am I going to do in there? He's the only one who managed to escape death, but I didn't?"

He Songling said confidently, "I was almost killed by the Japanese grenade. My injury is not serious, right? Not to mention the distant past, I was in a coma and had hallucinations yesterday. If it weren't for a group of people saving me, I might be dead now. What's wrong with me going to the ICU to recuperate?"

"Then you, you..."

Zhang Zhiwei thought about He Songling's situation yesterday and his behavior and record, and really couldn't say anything against it.

After all, the employer of this assassination operation was He Songling, and he was the mastermind behind it. Even if there was a court sentence, he should be the biggest boss. Not only did he undertake the most dangerous task, he even caused the largest number of casualties.

It can be said that the biggest hero this time was definitely not the Tang Clan. Even if all ten people from the Tang Clan were added together, their contribution was not as great as that of He Songling who led the independent regiment to completely annihilate the Japanese Maori Regiment.

Although "total annihilation" should be considered a false proposition, as nearly one-third of the Japanese soldiers escaped, but in the current situation, this can be completely regarded as an achievement of "total annihilation".

It can be said that based on this one incident, no one dared to care when He Songling rode on everyone's head and shit. What's more, he was really injured and really needed treatment.

Even though He Songling seems to be alive and kicking and doesn't seem to be seriously injured, at least not in a condition where he needs to be admitted to the ICU, but since he has said so, can't we meet his request for better medical conditions?
"So, it's only natural for me to go in. Lao Zhang, are you going?"

"I won't go. I'm not as shameless as you." Although Zhang Zhiwei also likes to do unorthodox things, he has gradually become more respectable as he gets older. At least he can't do such a thing as disturbing an old hero who just assassinated the head of a ninja while he is recuperating.

"If you don't go, I will." He Songling did what he said. He fell on the bed and started shouting: "Oh, there's a dead person, help! It hurts so much! The disease has relapsed! Doctor, nurse, help!"

He Songling's voice was so penetrating. Although he was still seriously injured, as long as he could use a wisp of Qi, the sound would spread far away along the Qi, louder than shouting with a loud speaker. Even on the battlefield with artillery fire, he could be heard cursing, let alone in this hospital?
Before long, his voice could be heard throughout the hospital.

No one cared about the strangers. After listening, they continued to do what they were supposed to do. At most, some people smiled and said, "Who knows what this He guy is doing?" The problem was, there were ordinary patients here.

Nowadays, those who can come to the Ni Sheng Hospital for treatment are all the top leaders, high-ranking officials and politicians from Lao Zhong's side, Westerners, and even quite a few Japanese.

Although according to He Songling's thoughts, all the Japanese in this era should be driven out and die of illness. But obviously, the industry cannot be as willful as he is. Otherwise, what should we do? Close all the hospitals in the east? Who will save so many people?
He Songling had no choice but to accept it. The person who came was a patient, and as long as he didn't cause trouble, he would not interfere.

But now He Songling is shouting so loudly, if there really are Japanese spies mixed in, then this hospital will be in danger.

The dean was a member of their Nisheng Group. He was John's uncle, and was on equal terms with John's mentor. They were also interns at the same hospital, so he was considered one of their own. He was also a kind-hearted doctor. He relied on his British identity to save many old Zhong people's lives from the Japanese.

The old man's head almost exploded when he heard that. I'm risking my life to save people here, and your shout is going to make the Japanese send bombers directly?
Although the location of this hospital is relatively hidden, and some international connections are used, even if many Japanese do not know the details of this hospital, they cannot search it openly. But it is impossible to expect the Japanese not to find such a large hospital. The director can only rush to He Songling's ward with people.

"He, what are you doing again?" The dean was an old member of the Ni Sheng Group. Although he had never attended the board of directors, he knew very well what kind of person the biggest boss was.

"Oh, Dean Tom, I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much. I feel like wounds all over my body are bursting open. I'm going to die!"

He Songling was lying on the bed, shouting with all his strength.

"Bullshit!" Dean Tom couldn't help but curse out loud.

Although Western medicine does not emphasize observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, they can see the real situation in front of their eyes. Just look at He Songling's confidence in shouting this, and his body is stronger than his. Are you almost dying of pain?

"Oh, you don't know, I was hallucinating yesterday, this is my last burst of energy!"

He Songling continued to shout: "I had the Japanese artillery blow it up and then put it back together. I think something is not right. Hurry up and take it to the ICU for me to have a look..."

"I knew it." Dean Tom's face darkened.

When they came, He Songling wanted to sneak into Tang Jiaren's ward, but in the eyes of Tom, an ordinary person, Tang Jiaren's injury was between life and death. It would be normal for him to die in the next second. How could he let He Songling go in and cause trouble? He kicked him out decisively.

Now that He Songling brought up the old matter again, Dean Tom immediately understood what he meant.

"Stop shouting. I'll let you in. You're shouting so loudly. Are you afraid that your country's enemies won't know and will come and blow up this hospital?"

"Oh, how can that be possible?"

He Songling was not a person who did things without distinguishing the importance of things. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry. We have so many extraordinary people here. I will teach them to use the Western magic 'Forgetfulness Spell' to modify the memory of ordinary patients. We just killed a lot of ninjas over there. Without the help of extraordinary people, they can't see it."

"Well, alright." Tom also knew that this group of strange people could not be judged by common sense, so he stretched out his hand and pressed several parts of He Songling's body and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Ouch!" He Songling screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "It hurts so much! My arm is going to break!"

"I pressed your ribs." You're just going to stop pretending, right? Dr. Tom swore he really wanted to break He Songling's bones with a hammer. "Okay, since you have bone pain, then someone, call two orthopedic surgeons for me, and have them bring adzes, chisels, axes, saws, hammers, etc., and give him a thorough examination!"

(End of this chapter)