Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

"Oh, you are good enough to take the things I threw."

"It's you. Come and treat my hand. Let me tell you, if there's anything wrong with my hand, you just wait for me."

By pushing aside a few people in the front row, I was able to get to Dr. Huang.

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to react, he walked straight past him and headed forward.

Just as the two sides passed each other, a white thing suddenly appeared in Sun Lang's other good hand, and then flashed by and disappeared.

No one saw or discovered such a change.

Even Dr. Huang, who was closest to him, didn't notice anything wrong.

He still looked confused. As soon as he got here, something hit him in the face.

Then he heard someone asking him to treat his injuries and he was threatened.

The two Japanese soldiers behind were a little unable to keep up with Sun Lang's series of actions. They only reacted when they saw Sun Lang leaving and hurried to catch up.

Sun Lang walked a few steps and saw no movement behind him. He turned around and saw two Japanese soldiers right next to Dr. Huang.

He raised his chin and said:

"Bring him here."

The two Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Dr. Huang's arm and took him away without saying a word.

He is just a Chinese two-legged sheep doctor. They are not afraid of him. The reason they hesitated just now was simply because they didn't want to listen to what the two-legged sheep said.

But I thought that the other party was injured anyway, and if the section chief knew about this, I might be scolded.

The section chief asked them to monitor this guy and protect him, but they didn't know what the section chief meant by this two-legged sheep.

To avoid any mistakes, they just do their tasks honestly.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let go, let go, this is a hospital, what on earth do you want to do?"

Dr. Huang was startled. He tried to pry the other person's hand away, but it didn't work. He couldn't break free at all.

He turned his head and looked back, trying to find someone else to help, but everyone who met his gaze turned their heads away silently.

This made him panic and he thought he was in some trouble.

Sun Lang stopped at this time and said impatiently:

"Hurry up and treat the wound on my hand."

He thrust his hand in front of Dr. Huang.

When Dr. Huang saw the hand with the big blisters, he finally understood what the man in front of him wanted him to do.

I felt relieved and not as panicked as before.

I secretly complained that it was just treating a burn, but why was there such a big fuss?

This time he was able to free his arms from the two men's grip and lead the way.

"You took too long to treat your hand. You didn't rinse it with clean water when it got burned. Now the skin has become necrotic and it will easily leave scars."

The bubbles on the hands were picked open and all the water inside was squeezed out.

The stretched skin now hangs loosely on the back of the hand.

Sun Lang looked at it with disgust and wanted to tear the skin off.

At that time, he was afraid that his hands would be burned, so he deliberately stretched his hand under the mouth of the bowl. In fact, he only needed to sacrifice two fingers.

Oh, what a mistake.

I hope the scar on my hand won’t be so ugly in the future.

Although he knew what the consequences would be for his hand, he had to continue acting because of the two Japanese soldiers standing next to him.

An angry face:

"Don't talk nonsense. If my hand doesn't get better, you'll just have to wait for me."

"Use the best medicine for me. If you dare to leave a scar on me, I will leave a scar on your hand too."

Dr. Huang was furious at this:

"You...how can you be so unreasonable? It's not something I can control whether to stay or not."

"If only earlier..."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Sun Lang's face showed impatience and ferocity, as if he was going to hit someone. Doctor Huang didn't dare to say anything else and could only hold his anger and continue to treat his hand injury.

"Okay, don't touch it when you get back..."

After bandaging the hand, Dr. Huang wanted to give some instructions.

Sun Lang seemed to have lost his patience and stood up and left.

Before he could finish his sentence, Dr. Huang silently shut his mouth as he watched the person leave, and muttered in annoyance:

"You are so unreasonable. You don't want to have scars, but you refuse to listen to advice and even threaten me."

"Hey, there's a scar on the hand behind me, I don't know if he'll cause trouble."

There was some worry on his face.

Dr. Huang wasn't worried about himself. He was afraid that the other party would cause trouble for him and he would lose his job.

He has a family to support, with elderly and young children to take care of.

This job is very important to him.

He didn't know the other person's identity, but he seemed so arrogant and had someone protecting him.

This is definitely someone he can't afford to offend, so if he really wants to get a scar on his hand, then so be it.

As long as no important meridians are injured.

As long as it doesn't affect his ability to perform surgery on patients and his work, that's fine.

After I tidied up and cleaned up, I saw a pen on the table and took it and put it in my pocket.

In addition to scalpels, pens are also very important in their work. They must be kept well, otherwise they may be taken away by someone if you are not careful.

I can't find it when I need it.

Because they always bring this up in every meeting.

Tell the doctors and nurses in the hospital not to take other people's pens casually, and to return them if they really need to use them urgently.

Unfortunately, every time I mentioned it, it didn't have much effect, and everyone's pen was still lost.

When he put his hand into his pocket, Dr. Huang realized something was wrong, as if there was something in his pocket.

He didn't remember putting anything away.

I took out the thing and found it was a folded piece of paper.

Doctor Huang's heart skipped a beat. He felt that the paper in front of him and the current scene were somewhat familiar.

It seems like this has been done before.

When he opened the paper and read the contents clearly, he knew where the familiar feeling came from.

Previously, in the hospital, someone stuffed a piece of paper into his hand and asked him to do something.

After reading it, he quickly pinched the paper in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, a conflicted look on his face.

He hesitated for less than a second and then sighed heavily.

The handwriting above seems to be from the same person as last time.

The other party knows who he is, knows that he works in this hospital, and definitely knows where his home is.

He had no choice but to do as the other party asked.

"Doctor, is it my turn?"

The patient who came in interrupted his thoughts and started working.

This busy schedule lasts until noon, when patients need to eat and doctors also have time to rest.

Dr. Huang walked out of the office, looked around, and seeing that no one noticed him, he walked towards the toilet.

Still in the same toilet, at the same location, taking things out.

It is also a folded piece of paper, but the edges of the paper are glued together and cannot be opened.

If it wasn't stuck, Dr. Huang might be curious and open it to take a look.

He doesn't have the mood for that now. He just wants to resolve the matter quickly, otherwise he will feel uneasy and scared.

When I came out of the bathroom, I said hello to the colleagues I met and said we were going out for dinner.

After leaving the hospital, I took a rickshaw and headed towards the dead mailbox mentioned in the letter.

On this side, Sun Lang was actually confused after leaving the hospital.