strictlysupreme Chapter 35 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 8
Chapter 35 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 8
In an era before antibiotics were widely used, inflammation claimed countless lives; many soldiers died not on the battlefield, but from infected wounds.
If a cheap, effective, and highly efficient antibiotic were to suddenly appear on the battlefield in China, the changes it would bring would be earth-shattering.
And she happened to know a little bit about it.
For example, penicillin, which has far superior effects compared to what we have today.
For Ling Yi, the biggest difficulty in creating it was not the method, but a qualified laboratory.
In an era when industrial capacity had been reduced to a level worse than that of the feudal dynasty by that tyrant in the mountain city, finding such a laboratory was more difficult than manually preparing penicillin.
At least, that's how it is with Ling Yi.
Tongde Medical College.
Unconsciously writing these words on the desktop, Ling Yi made a decision.
This is it!
Firstly, as a private school, it is not as heavily monitored as other universities. Secondly, at the beginning of the year, medical students, professors, and experimental equipment from several other schools transferred to this school, giving it relatively abundant laboratory resources.
Although we can't get much more than we need now, it's enough!
Once you produce a small sample of penicillin and prove its efficacy, the rest becomes much simpler.
She would turn this sample into fragrant bait to catch a small fish that thought it was well hidden.
Ling Yi narrowed her eyes, finally revealing her annoyance at being guarded against today.
Serving the country is something we must do, and making those wretched fish toss and turn in agony is also something we must do.
She won twice this time.
Now that the goal has been set, the most important thing next is how to get into this school.
Waiting until next year's enrollment period is absolutely not an option; she has to use some tricks to enroll midway through the semester, or sneak in as a teaching assistant.
As for the solution...
After finishing the last bit of meat, Ling Yi silently added two more shovelfuls to the hole she had been digging for Wen Zhao.
"Tool guy, step forward!"
……
"boom!"
The wooden door was kicked open by the patrolman, the bolt bounced twice on the ground, and landed in front of Ling Yi.
"do not move!"
When the dark gun was pressed against her, Ling Yi began to empathize with Zhang Er.
Her eyes instantly filled with tears, filled with fear and confusion: "What are you doing!"
The frail woman trembled under the gun barrel, her small face pale and pale, and the tears that seemed about to fall aroused sadistic desires.
Excitement flashed in the eyes of the patrol officers, and one of them immediately stepped forward with a sneer to grab Ling Yi's fair little hand: "You've been caught. Come with us!"
Once this woman is in jail, won't they be able to do whatever they want with her?
Ling Yi staggered back two steps, leaning nervously against the wall: "Don't touch me!"
Her eyes scanned the wall, searching for the best escape route.
For safety, she hid her weapons elsewhere. Now, escaping empty-handed is quite difficult, but thankfully she hasn't slacked off in her training these past few days and has developed a thin layer of muscle.
"Dare to hide?" The patrolman's eyebrows shot up, and he grinned menacingly. "Come here!"
"Stop."
A young man's voice suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a pair of shiny riding boots in Ling Yi's line of sight, then crisp police trousers, and Wen Zhao's familiar face.
The assistant had already stepped forward, but he went too far and smashed her door.
Ling Yi looked at the only familiar face in the room, and as if she had found a lifeline, she rushed over and grabbed Wen Zhao's clothes: "Mr. Wen, save me!"
The woman's fragrance enveloped him, and Wen Zhao, with one hand on her waist, asked in a serious tone, "What brings Miss Ling here?"
Ling Yi wished she could shrink into his arms, murmuring repeatedly, "Save me, I didn't do anything wrong, I don't want to go to the police station!"
Her pitiful appearance aroused the lust in the eyes of several patrol officers.
Unfortunately, this woman clearly had a past relationship with their new patrol chief, and was not someone they could get involved with.
Wen Zhao let the woman tremble in his arms, and said slowly, "We haven't even asked yet, how do you know she hasn't done anything wrong?"
These words sounded like an interrogation, but they were more like flirting, making the surrounding gazes even more ambiguous.
"Young Master, don't forget what the Master told you to do." The driver, who had been following Wen Zhao, had to remind him as his young master became increasingly presumptuous.
The mountain group, which had been out of contact for several days, has been classified as arrested by the Special Higher Police.
To find out the whole story, the Special Higher Police traced the investigation all the way back to Zhang Er, who had provided housing to the group leader in the mountains, starting from the group's entry into Shanghai.
They also discovered that Zhang Er had made large expenditures after the group leader on the mountain disappeared.
In response, the Special Higher Police judged that he may have discovered something about the head of the mountain group and betrayed him for money.
Just when they were trying to get information out of Zhang Er and find the Chinese people he was loyal to, he died unexpectedly!
This is too much of a coincidence, and the last thing intelligence work believes in is coincidence.
The Special Higher Police believed that Zhang Er's death was not an accident, but rather that the Chinese hiding in the shadows discovered their movements and preemptively silenced him!
Having repeatedly stumbled on minor figures, the Special Higher Police (STPD) became ruthless and began a thorough investigation into Zhang Er's network of connections, hoping to find suspicious individuals.
They can handle matters outside the French Concession on their own.
Although the former leading power in Europe, which occupied the French Concession, was not as powerful as it once was, the Japanese did not want to confront them head-on.
Fortunately, a few days ago, their good friend Wen Jingshan had sent his son to the position of patrol chief in the French Concession. The Special Higher Police immediately handed over the task of sorting out Zhang Er's interpersonal relationships in the French Concession to Wen Zhao.
Since it was his son's first time working for the Japanese, Wen Jingshan was worried and asked the driver to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't do anything foolish.
After all, there are plenty of red heads in the Northwest. Although his son has nothing to do with those people, it would be ridiculous if he were influenced by their nonsense and started talking about how Chinese people shouldn't fight each other.
Born in a chaotic world, everything is meaningless except for the power in your hands. If you listen to those guys who talk about ideals, you won't even know how you died.
Following Wen Jingshan's instructions, the driver naturally increased his supervision of Wen Zhao.
In the days leading up to this, the young master's behavior towards Zhang Er's accomplices and clients was quite good.
After a beating, those without problems are fined a sum of money and thrown out; those with problems are thrown into jail for further interrogation.
But today, this young master's actions have gone too far.
This person is still a suspect, how can he be so affectionate with her?
If you delay the important matters of the Japanese, not even the Emperor himself can save the young master, let alone the master!
Old Zhang thought his reasons were sufficient, but he didn't notice that his young master had already narrowed his eyes in displeasure.