I just want to die of old age

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally opened my beautiful eyes in a daze. When I woke up, I found myself in a strange man’s room.

I panicked for a moment, but then I found that the wound on my arm had been bandaged. Gradually, I recalled that I was in danger that day and was almost surrounded and shot by the Japanese.

Fortunately, a man showed up in time and drove me out of danger.

Since he took me away from there at the critical moment, put me in a safe place, and bandaged my wounds, he should have no ill intentions.

Through careful judgment, I determined that I was temporarily out of danger, and a bright smile appeared on my beautiful face.

My face was still pale, without a trace of blood, and my body became extremely weak, even moving a finger was extremely difficult. I used all my strength to barely prop myself up and tried to sit up from the bed.

I gritted my teeth and moved my body, trying to understand the situation here.

While I was struggling hard, the man happened to come into the room with a bowl of warm Chinese medicine in his hand. I smelled a strong scent of Chinese medicine.

And he naturally saw my reckless behavior of forcing myself to get up, and hurriedly put down the Chinese medicine in his hand and helped me up to lean against the bed.

His face was filled with helplessness, his brows were furrowed, and he said helplessly: "You are seriously injured, don't hold on any longer, you know? You almost died because of excessive bleeding."

Even though he saved me, there are some things I still need to ask.

There was a hint of doubt and confusion in my eyes. I didn't know him. He was a complete stranger.

I asked: "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

He raised his eyebrows, and a sly smile appeared on his face: "Guess."

I looked a little annoyed and was about to get angry.

He laughed out loud with his face raised, so happily that he slowly stopped smiling and explained to me, "I am Wei Zhe's friend. I was planning to meet them there, but I didn't expect to encounter such an unexpected situation."

I looked apologetic and said with guilt: "Did I ruin your plan?"

"How could that be? Your sudden change of plan made the entire mission go much more smoothly."

I looked at him with sparkling eyes, a hint of anticipation in my heart, eager to hear what would happen next.

He just silently picked up the Chinese medicine, scooped a spoonful and handed it to my mouth. I was full of resistance and helplessness.

I drank the hot Chinese medicine in one gulp and then I felt terrible. The bitter taste of the medicine made me want to vomit.

It’s better not to drink such a big bowl of Chinese medicine with a spoon. It’s better to suffer a short pain than a long one.

I said firmly, "I drink directly from the bowl."

I decisively took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The strong taste of medicine left in my mouth was bitter and astringent, and extremely difficult to drink.

After it was over, I kept looking at him with a questioning look, very interested in what was happening next.

Seeing my persistent questioning, he began to tell me:

It turned out that after Hongmei successfully got the key, she climbed up the ventilation duct with her agile body and nimble movements. It was quite difficult to sneak into the room from the patrolling soldiers.

But I didn't expect that my sudden action would accurately attract all the Japanese troops over.

This allowed Hongmei to pass through the corridor more smoothly. After successfully avoiding the Japanese patrol, she sneaked into the room. Then, with the key she got from Yamashita Wakatake, she easily got the information and returned safely.

As for Weizhe and Lan Ying, they were also safe and sound. They were shooting at the Japanese in other places, diverting their attention and relieving my pressure to a great extent. After seeing me get on the car safely, they tried to evacuate.

When I heard that they were all fine, I took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed.

Overall, this mission was a complete success, and I couldn't help but smile with tears in my eyes.

I cried with joy.

Seeing this, he began to change the subject, his expression serious and cautious, "Although you have had your face retouched, for safety reasons, it is better not to show up for the time being."

When the Japanese learned that Yamashita Wakamatsu had been murdered, they became completely hysterical and crazy. After all, Yamashita Wakamatsu was extremely important to them, but he was assassinated.

They were enraged and vowed to cut me into pieces. They deployed troops at important checkpoints in Shanghai and arranged for soldiers to search house by house for my whereabouts.

I couldn't help laughing when I heard them, and making fun of them, as long as it could make them unhappy.

After a moment, I worried that I might implicate others, after all, they would find their way here sooner or later.

He saw that I was worried, and there was a trace of concern in his eyes. He said to me comfortingly: "Don't worry, we are here, everything will be fine."

I forced myself to smile and pretend nothing had happened. He left the room after talking to me. Before leaving, he told me his name was Xiao Ziling.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in deep thought. I had to recover as soon as possible and not cause them any trouble.

They already have to deal with many difficult and dangerous tasks with many difficulties. I can't be a problem for them.

In order to resist the Japanese invasion and to protect national security, it has always been these unsung heroes who have been silently carrying the burden behind the scenes. I have always kept them in mind.

I forced myself to put aside all distracting thoughts, rest as soon as possible to restore my health, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again and just opened my eyes, Xiao Ziling rushed in with a serious look on his face.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "The devils are searching our way and will come to our house in a moment. It's too late to leave now."

He handed me a familiar makeup bag, which Hongmei had given him before she left, just in case so that she could deal with special situations like the current one.

When I heard the news, I stood up quickly. After a comfortable sleep, I felt that my heavy body felt much lighter.

I sat in front of the dressing table, my eyes flickering and rolling, obviously thinking intensely in my heart.

It has to be very different from the last time.

Suddenly, an idea flashed upon me and I found a good way to solve the problem.

I painted my skin yellow, then painted small black spots on my clean and delicate face. I painted the skin all over my body yellow, and found a loose large-sized women's clothing to change into. I immediately turned into a yellow-faced woman without any temperament.