Chapter 140: Stealing Medicine

Late at night. Torrential rain.

A dark figure carrying someone on his back enters an alley.

In the depths of the alley, there is a shadowy figure, and a white gas lantern is hung outside. It emits a pale, pale light.

The rain continues, and the water on the ground is up to the knees.

On such a stormy night, the streets are empty. This is especially true of the alleys.

The remote alley seems to have been deserted for years. In the heavy rain, all the houses seem to be teetering.

The dark figure comes to the gas lamp and pounds on the door.

No one knows what this place is. It may belong to a long-forgotten corner.

'Bang bang bang!'

'Bang bang bang!'

There is no response from inside. The dark figure continues to pound on the door.

The wooden door, already soaked by the rain, finally gives way under the force of his fists. It collapses.

Water splashes.

The light becomes even more dismal.

'Who is it?'

'Who is it?'

someone calls from inside.

A man appears. He looks at the two men suspiciously.

He is probably in his forties. He wears glasses. Despite the umbrella, he is already soaked through.

When he walked, it was obvious that he was limping. His two legs are not in sync, one in front of the other. He also walked very slowly. Every step was a struggle.

'You are...'

'He escaped from southern Anhui. He's injured. Please help.'

'Southern Anhui?'

'Yes. He's from the Red Army's 27th Army.'

'I don't know...'

'Are you going to help or not? He's been shot three times. I've treated the wounds. But I can't find enough medicine on my own. Especially not the fever medicine.'

'You...'

'My name is Zhuo Yungui. The rumours outside say that I'm the one who betrayed my teacher and killed my ancestors.'

'Come in!'

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He spoke in a low voice.

Helping to treat the wounded could risk exposure. But if he didn't help...

Wouldn't that make him a traitor to his comrades?

How could he stand by and do nothing for his comrades?

Zhuo Yungui carried Huang Shang inside. The middle-aged man limped after him with difficulty.

They entered the room and closed the door carefully.

'Where should I put him?'

'On the bed.'

'Good!'

Zhuo Yun-gui lowered Huang Shang down.

Huang Shang was in a terrible state. He was already dying.

The middle-aged man with the limp quickly examined Huang Shang's body. His mood was heavy. The injuries were very serious. Western medicine must be used.

Traditional Chinese medicine could no longer bring down the fever in time. The injured man's body was very hot.

This kind of high fever is very deadly.

'Is there any hope?'

'It's difficult.'

'Tell me, how can you save him, and I'll go find someone to help.'

'Who are you going to get?'

'Someone from the Fuxing Society.'

'Fuxing Society?'

'Yes.'

Zhuoyun Gui did not say Zhang Yong's name.

He still had some sense of caution. Although he was a bit of a fool, he was definitely not stupid.

According to Huang Shang's last disclosure, this middle-aged man with glasses and a limp was the only gay person he knew. But he didn't dare to bother him. Because Huang Shang was an outsider. He didn't belong to the Jinling underground party organization.

However, now that Huang Shang's situation is so critical, Zhuo Yungui has no other choice but to come to the organisation.

If the organisation can't help either, then there is really no hope.

'What he needs most right now is medicine. Aspirin. Lots of it. At least two bottles,' said the middle-aged man in glasses and with a limp.

'Okay. I'll go get it now,' Zhuo Yungui said quickly and left.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something else, but

Zhuo Yungui was already gone. He braved the rain and quickly disappeared.

He knew that Zhang Yong was still at the Army General Hospital. He had to tell Zhang Yong about this. Only Zhang Yong could think of a solution.

He hurried to the Army General Hospital. He found that it was heavily guarded. Without an ID, he could not get in at all.

Fortunately, he still had some other special abilities.

After some effort, in the dark, Zhuo Yungui finally arrived at Zhang Yong's bedside.

He climbed in through the window.

He crawled from the ground floor to the fourth floor. Zhang Yong's ward was on the fourth floor.

There was someone on guard outside the door. But there was no one inside the room. Of course, they still had to whisper. They didn't want to alert anyone.

'Why are you here?' Zhang Yong was still awake.

Lying down was too uncomfortable.

He didn't even want to come back.

He had wanted to stay at the train station and just spend the night there.

But then the director called and told him to stay in bed and rest. Kong Fansong also called to check on him. So he had no choice but to come back grudgingly.

Fortunately, the female spy Xia Lan was not there. For the time being, nothing happened.

'I can't save him,' Zhuo Yungui said bluntly. "He needs a lot of aspirin.'

'Where is he?" Zhang Yong remained calm.

'He is with their organisation.'

'Do you know them?'

'I don't. It's Lao Huangtou who knows them.'

'Are you going to inform on them?'

'What do I care!'

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'The pharmacy is on the second floor. You go get it.'

'How can I take it? I don't know how to read. Is that kind of aspirin?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at his wit's end.

What a pair! They don't even know what medicine is.

But there was nothing he could do. At that time, all medicines were imported. They were either in German or English.

Even the doctors and nurses in specialist hospitals had to undergo special training to understand them.

It wasn't difficult for a roughneck like Zhuo Yungui to enter the pharmacy. However, it was very difficult to find aspirin from the inside.

So...

In the end, Zhang Yong had to take on the responsibility alone.

In order to save Huang Shang, the sleeping dragon, he had to take a risk. Fortunately, it should be possible to operate in the rainy night tonight.

The key point was that he had previously gone down to bully Xia Lan and happened to pass by the pharmacy. So, he remembered its location. Now, by referring to the mental map, it was easy to outline the best route to enter the pharmacy: he could enter through the window on the outside. The pharmacy was just recessed in the middle.

Without a three-dimensional map, it would be difficult to determine the exact location of the pharmacy's outer wall. There would be no way to enter it accurately. But now, this difficulty no longer exists. As long as Zhuo Yun-gui climbs down the wall, finds the pharmacy's outer wall window, and unscrews it, he can then squeeze through. Of course, the window is definitely protected by iron bars.

'How thick a steel bar can you break?'

'About the size of a thumb,'

'How?'

'Wet a bed sheet, tie the two bars together, and then wring them hard.'

'Good. That's how we'll do it. You go down to the second floor from here, face the wall, and climb left to the seventh window. There's a recessed gap there. Inside there's a small window. It's the pharmacy.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong was sure.

The map couldn't be wrong. Zhuo Yungui just had to follow the instructions.

'Good!'

Zhuo Yungui moved immediately.

This guy was really very good at climbing.

He slid down.

Ten minutes later, he was back up again.

'Found it,'

he whispered.

'It can be entered,'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It's not bad.

'A bottle about two fingers in diameter, white, two fingers high, bring it all to me,' Zhang Yong carefully instructed.

It was impossible to say that he wasn't worried about Zhuo Yungui informing on him.

After all, he was an outsider.

But now that it had come to this, there was no turning back.

Unless he killed him to keep him quiet.

That was impossible.

Even Feng Chu is temporarily useful.

He is going to involve Zhuo Yungui in more things. That way, he himself can't get away with it either.

'You're not going?'

'What if someone comes to check the room and finds that I'm gone?'

'Okay...'

Zhuo Yungui thought about it. He felt that it made sense. So he went down alone.

Soon after, he returned with a bag full of medicines. They were all white bottles. But there were all different sizes.

Zhang Yong saw the aspirin at a glance. Good stuff. It's true that there are.

There also seems to be atropine and other things.

This Fengchu is really...

awesome. He grabbed a handful.

'Go get more. Fill a bag. Mainly this kind.'

Zhang Yong is also extremely greedy.

He specifically asked for more aspirin. It would be best to take it all. Not a single bottle left.

The underground party organisation must be really short of medicine. Since he's already doing it, he might as well go all out.

As for the aftermath... Haha. None of my business.

I only care about catching spies. I only know how to catch spies...

Wait!

We can pin it on the spy.

Isn't Xia Lan a spy? Haha. It's the perfect frame-up.

Perfect.

She won't get away with it.

As long as there's pressure, she'll reveal herself sooner or later.

If she feels threatened, it'll give me the chance to take advantage of the situation.

'Good!'

Zhuo Yungui went.

Soon after, he really came back with a bag of medicine.

Zhang Yong: ...

This Feng Chu is awesome!

"Not bad!'

'Not bad!'

Immediately, he told Zhuo Yungui to carry the medicine and go down the wall.

After Zhuo Yungui left, Zhang Yong carefully checked the window. He erased any signs of someone having entered or left. After making sure there were no loose ends, he waited to see what would happen.

'Wo wo wo...'

'Wo wo wo...'

Suddenly, the alarm sounded. Someone had discovered the medicine had been stolen.

Zhang Yong immediately lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

See you in the morning.