Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

This night seemed darker and heavier than any other night before, like a huge black curtain covering the city of Xuzhou tightly, not allowing a single ray of light to penetrate.

A few cold stars huddled in the sky, twinkling occasionally, like the eyes of a frightened rat, shifty and sneaky, making people feel creepy when looking at them.

Zhou Qing placed Lu Yang in the "Tian Zi Hao" room of "Chun Xiang Lou". The room was spacious and clean, but there was always a sweet and greasy fragrance of powder in the air, mixed with the bloody smell on Lu Yang's body, which made people feel nauseous.

He gently placed Lu Yang on the bed and tucked in the quilt for him, then he breathed a sigh of relief. But recalling Ye Wanru's mysterious look when she left, Zhou Qing felt a surge of anxiety in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the unconscious Lu Yang. His heart felt like a spice shop had been overturned, with all kinds of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.

Back when he was in the Military Control Commission, Lu Yang was like a mountain, pressing down on him steadily, making it hard for him to breathe. But now, this mountain seemed to be collapsing.

Zhou Qing felt empty inside, as if his heart had been hollowed out.

"Boss, you have to wake up, the brothers are still waiting for you!" Zhou Qing murmured to himself, his voice as low as a mosquito's hum, with an indescribable sadness.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Who?" Zhou Qing jumped up with a start, his hand already reaching for the pistol at his waist.

"It's me, Qinglan." Qinglan's voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over and opened the door.

Qinglan flashed in, holding a basin of hot water, some gauze and medicine.

"You...what are you doing?" Zhou Qing looked at Qinglan and asked puzzledly.

"Wash Lu Yang's body and change the dressing." Qinglan said, putting the washbasin on the table, then walked to the bedside to check Lu Yang's injuries.

"How is he?" Zhou Qing asked.

"He's seriously injured, but his life is not in danger." A rare look of relief appeared on Qinglan's face. "Luckily, the bullet didn't hit him vitals, it just grazed his shoulder. It seems that God is still kind to him."

"That's good, that's good." Zhou Qing nodded repeatedly, as if he was relieved, and as if he had received some kind of comfort.

"By the way, where is Ye Wanru? Where did she go?" Qinglan suddenly asked.

"She...she went to do something and will be back soon." Zhou Qing said hesitantly. He didn't dare tell Qinglan Ye Wanru's true identity, for fear that she would not be able to accept it.

"Do things? What can she do at this time?" Qinglan frowned. She keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

"I...I don't know either," Zhou Qing shook his head, "She didn't say."

"Forget it, let's ignore her," Qing Lan said, "Let's treat Lu Yang's wound first."

"Yeah." Zhou Qing nodded. He walked over and helped Qinglan take off Lu Yang's clothes.

Lu Yang's upper body was wrapped in thick bandages, and bright red blood seeped out of the bandages, which looked shocking.

Qinglan carefully untied the bandage and saw a bloody wound on Lu Yang's shoulder. The muscles around the wound had turned black and looked a little scary.

"This...is this a gunshot wound?" Qinglan's face turned pale, her hands trembling, not knowing how to start.

"That should be the case," Zhou Qing said, "I'm not sure either."

"No, I have to find a doctor!" Qinglan said and was about to go out.

"Don't go!" Zhou Qing grabbed Qing Lan and said, "There's chaos and turmoil outside. Where can you find a doctor? Besides, what if you go out and get into danger?"

"What should we do? We can't just watch Lu Yang's wound get worse, right?" Qing Lan was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it..." Zhou Qing paced back and forth in the room, like a trapped beast, unable to find a way out.

Suddenly, he stopped and seemed to remember something.

"By the way, I remember there was a girl in 'Chunxianglou' who seemed to know something about medicine. How about I go and ask her?" Zhou Qing said.

"Really? That's great!" A glimmer of hope appeared on Qinglan's face. "Go quickly, go quickly!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Zhou Qing said, turned around and ran out of the room.

Qinglan stayed alone in the room, watching over the unconscious Lu Yang. She looked at Lu Yang's pale face, her heart filled with worry and self-blame.

She hated herself for being incompetent and unable to help Lu Yang. She could only watch him get hurt and suffer.

"Lu Yang, you must wake up, you must wake up..." Qing Lan held Lu Yang's hand, muttering to herself, tears welling up in her eyes again.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qing's voice came from outside the door: "Qinglan, open the door quickly!"

Qinglan quickly wiped her tears, stood up and opened the door.

Zhou Qing walked in with a young woman. The woman was wearing a simple cheongsam and carrying a medicine box in her hand. She looked like a girl from "Chunxianglou".

"Her name is Xiaofeng, and she has learned some medical skills before." Zhou Qing introduced.

"Miss Xiaofeng, thank you for your help." Qinglan said, with a hint of gratitude and a hint of doubt in her tone.

After all, this Xiaofeng is a girl from "Chunxianglou", and her identity is really hard to be assured of.

"Don't worry, sister. I will do my best." Xiaofeng smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness and determination in her smile.

She walked to the bed, opened the medicine box, and began to treat Lu Yang's wound.

Xiaofeng's technique was very skillful and gentle, and it was obvious that she did know some medical skills.

Qinglan and Zhou Qing stood aside, watching Xiaofeng clean Lu Yang's wound, apply medicine, and bandage it. They felt relieved at last.

"Alright," Xiao Feng worked for a long time and finally treated Lu Yang's wound. "Although this big brother's injury is serious, fortunately, no vital parts have been damaged. As long as he takes good care of himself, he should be able to recover soon."

"Thank you, Miss Xiaofeng." Qinglan said gratefully.

"You're welcome, sister," Xiaofeng smiled, "This is what I should do."

"By the way, Miss Xiaofeng, how did you know that Lu Yang was injured?" Zhou Qing suddenly asked. He always felt that there was something strange about this matter.

"Yes... Miss Ye told me," Xiao Feng hesitated and said, "She told me to wait here and said you would definitely come find me."

"Ye Wanru?" Zhou Qing and Qing Lan looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

"What else did she say?" Qinglan asked.

"She...she also said..." Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with panic, "She also told me to take good care of this big brother. She didn't say anything else."

"What the hell is Ye Wanru doing?" Zhou Qing frowned and muttered to himself.

"Forget about her," Qing Lan said, "The most important thing now is Lu Yang's injury. We must transfer him to a safe place as soon as possible."

"But now there are Japanese and people from 'No. 76' everywhere outside. Where can we go?" Zhou Qing said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"I know a place," Xiao Feng suddenly said, "maybe we can go there."

"Where?" Qinglan and Zhou Qing asked in unison.

"It's the Ci'en Temple outside the city," Xiaofeng said. "It's a temple outside the city. It's usually quite popular, but now there's chaos and war, and all the monks have fled. Only one old monk is left guarding the temple. We can go there for a while."

"'Ci'en Temple'..." Qinglan pondered for a moment, "This is a good idea, but I don't know if the old monk is willing to take us in."

"I'll go talk to him," Xiaofeng said. "I used to go to Ci'en Temple often to burn incense, and I'm quite familiar with the old monk. I think he'll agree."

"Then... I'll trouble you, Miss Xiaofeng." Qinglan said.