After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Old Huang was pulling his rickshaw as fast as he could, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Jiang Shiyuan touched Fang Lansheng's hot forehead and asked anxiously, "Old Huang, are we going to the Military Control Commission's safe house?"

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"Ms. Jiang, we definitely can't go to the Military Control Commission's safe house. It will easily arouse suspicion...so..."

Old Huang sounded embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

"Old Huang, I know what you are worried about!"

"Please believe me, Fang Lansheng and I are definitely not in a hostile relationship now!"

Jiang Shiyuan interrupted him anxiously, with a hint of pleading in his tone, "Please, please take us to the nearest place that you think is safe!"

Lao Huang's brain was working fast. He knew very well that he could not go to the Military Control Commission's safe house, and the underground party's safe house could not be exposed.

"Okay, follow me!" He gritted his teeth, turned the car around and turned into a more secluded alley.

Old Huang owns an inconspicuous Shikumen apartment in Jing'anli, which he bought with the bonus he earned from his identity as "Kuafu".

This small apartment is located in the French Concession and is seldom visited. It is a temporary residence used by Lao Huang to receive underground party comrades from other places.

It was past midnight and the neighbors in the apartment had all gone to bed.

Naturally, no one noticed Lao Huang and Jiang Shiyuan, and Fang Lansheng, carrying a blood spear, entered the apartment.

"Fortunately, fortunately, we didn't alarm the neighbors..." Old Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said thankfully.

Jiang Shiyuan looked around. It was a small room of about ten square meters. It was simply furnished but kept clean and tidy.

A wooden bed was placed against the wall, next to it was a small square table with some peeling paint and two chairs.

"Old Huang, here..." Jiang Shiyuan hesitated and didn't know how to start.

"Miss Jiang, I know what you want to ask."

Old Huang saw her concerns and explained, "It's safe here, don't worry."

"That's not what I meant..." Jiang Shiyuan shook his head. "I wanted to ask, are there any regular disinfection and bandaging supplies here?"

"Yes, yes!" Old Huang quickly opened a wooden drawer at the head of the bed, which contained some medical supplies such as alcohol, cotton, and gauze.

"Well... there was a wounded person living here before, and these things were left behind at that time..." Old Huang explained with some guilt.

He was afraid that the more he spoke, the greater the possibility of exposing himself as a member of the underground party.

Jiang Shiyuan nodded and very tactfully didn't ask any more questions.

She opened the pearl handbag she carried with her and took out a set of exquisite and compact surgical instruments.

This set of surgical instruments was specially placed by the original owner in the long private room of the Garden Hotel in case of emergency.

She had been injured and shot during a mission before, and she had performed a bullet removal surgery on herself in the room.

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but sigh that the original owner was also a ruthless person!

She placed the scalpel, tweezers, suture needles and other tools on the table one by one, and then used the alcohol here to carefully disinfect the surgical instruments.

After doing all this, Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and walked to the bed.

Old Huang had helped Fang Lansheng cut his blood-stained and dusty shirt into pieces and take it off, revealing his sturdy upper body and the shocking gunshot wound on his right arm.

Jiang Shiyuan frowned, carefully removed the gauze that was soaked in blood, and began to clean the wound.

"Hiss..." Fang Lansheng felt pain and subconsciously let out a muffled groan, but his consciousness was still unclear.

Jiang Shiyuan gently cleaned the blood scabs and dirt around his wound, his eyes focused and serious.

She knew Fang Lansheng would be shot tonight, so she was prepared.

The only difference is that this time the person who saved him was not Nurse Wang in the original drama, but himself who traveled through time.

Disinfection, cutting open skin and flesh tissue, removing bullets, suturing blood vessels and skin and flesh tissue, bandaging...

Jiang Shiyuan performed each surgical step skillfully, as if he had practiced it countless times.

Old Huang was watching on in amazement.

He had never seen a woman who could handle such a bloody scene so calmly.

"Miss Jiang, you...you are so amazing, you are worthy of being a great doctor who studied abroad!" Old Huang couldn't help but admire.

Jiang Shiyuan responded to his compliment with a polite smile, and then continued to concentrate on the bullet removal operation.

Due to the lack of anesthesia, Fang Lansheng couldn't help twitching in pain, but fortunately he was immediately held down by Lao Huang.

To be on the safe side, Lao Huang stuffed a white towel into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the pale Fang Lansheng with a worried look on his face, and his hands moved even more gently.

For some reason, Lao Huang felt at this moment that the senior agent in front of him, code-named "Shennong", was different from before.

He naturally attributed the worry for Lan Sheng in Jiang Shiyuan's eyes to love between two young men.

They even began to fantasize involuntarily that Jiang Shiyuan could also turn over a new leaf, join the organization, and become their comrade.

Then she and Comrade Taohuashan are really a perfect match!

It would be very suitable for them to pretend to be a young couple or husband and wife and go on missions together in the future.

Time passed quickly, and the room was so quiet that only the faint breathing of Fang Lansheng and the crisp metallic sounds of Jiang Shiyuan's surgical instruments colliding could be heard.

Finally, the bullet was successfully removed and the bleeding from the wound stopped.

Jiang Shiyuan let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

She carefully bandaged the wound with gauze again, and then used a clean towel soaked in hot water to wipe the blood off Fang Lansheng's body.

After doing all this, Jiang Shiyuan felt as if he was exhausted, with soreness and weakness all over his body.

She slumped in the chair, looking at Fang Lansheng, who was lying on the bed with a pale face but steady breathing, feeling mixed emotions.

After this battle, Jiang Shiyuan deeply felt the bravery and fearlessness of being an underground party member and the difficult situation he was in.

She also understood more and more why only the Red Party could lead the people to ultimate victory!

It is clear that after the Xi'an Incident, the ten-year civil war basically stopped and the anti-Japanese national united front was initially formed.

But the White Party is still secretly persecuting Red Party comrades, which is so insidious and hateful!

"Old Huang, thank you..." Jiang Shiyuan said to Old Huang sincerely.

"Miss Jiang, what are you talking about? I should be the one thanking you." Old Huang shook his head. "If you hadn't discovered it in time and provided a helping hand, Boss Fang would have been..."

Jiang Shiyuan waved his hand and interrupted him, "Well, let's not talk about this anymore... The most important thing now is that we must protect Boss Fang and not let him get hurt again."

"Yes, you are right!" Old Huang nodded repeatedly, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, I will take good care of him in the next few days!"

"Boss Fang is a lucky man. He will recover soon!" Old Huang looked at her worried face and comforted her.

Jiang Shiyuan nodded and tucked the corner of the quilt for Fang Lansheng.

Then she stood up, holding her rumbling stomach, and said to Lao Huang in a coquettish manner: "Lao Huang, do you have anything to eat?"

"We've been busy all night, and I'm starving!"

Hearing this, Old Huang showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Hey, I don't come here often, I don't have any ingredients prepared!"

"How about I go out and buy you some midnight snack now?"

Jiang Shiyuan shook his head. He knew that Old Huang must be very tired after pulling the cart all the way. How could he bear to trouble him to go out again?