At five o'clock in the afternoon, the woman packed her things and walked out of the Mantec Hospital.

A young man pulled a rickshaw and ran to her. The woman got into the rickshaw without hesitation. The young man pulled a rickshaw and ran away.

The rickshaw turned left and right from Yizhou Street to Ash River Street before stopping. The woman walked through the alley to another street and went up to another rickshaw waiting there.

The rickshaw kept pulling the woman to Dongguan before she got out of the rickshaw.

But now the woman's clothes have changed. The caregiver's clothes on her body have disappeared. She has changed it to a cotton cheongsam and her feet have also changed it to a pair of fashionable leather shoes.

The woman walked to a small shoe repair shop, and a cripple man in his fifties was sitting at the door with his shoe nailed.

The woman looked left and right and walked past the cripple and walked directly into the room.

A middle-aged man stood in the outer room and was watching the woman walking in.

"You go out and close the door." A hoarse voice came from the inner room and said in Russian.

The middle-aged man walked out of the house and then closed the door.

The woman walked into the inner room, and an oil lamp was lit in the room. On the earthen kang, you could vaguely see an old man with white hair and beard looking at her against the fire wall.

"Teacher, I'm back." The woman said in Russian.

"Don't call me teacher here, just call me my name!" the old man scolded sternly.

"Yes," the woman replied hurriedly.

"You have been working in Mandarin Railway Hospital for ten days. What did you find?" the old man asked.

Only by looking carefully under the dim light of the oil lamp can you see clearly. The two eyes of this old man are obviously different. One eye is dull and it cannot turn, but it is actually a prosthetic eye.

"No one monitored the Schultz couple in and near the hospital. It seems that his injury is real. I have observed carefully and saw the case." The woman replied.

The old man closed his eyes, but the real gray eye was closed, while the fake eye was still slightly open.

"How old are their children?" the old man asked again.

"It's less than one year old, and it's a cute girl." The woman replied.

"When will you do night shift?" the old man asked again.

"The day after tomorrow" the woman replied.

"Okay, I'll go to see Schultz the night after tomorrow. You can check it carefully in the Manchu Railway Hospital in advance. If there is a suspicious person, you can immediately issue a warning at the hospital door." The old man ordered.

"I think it should be observed for a while, and Schultz should be discharged from the hospital after half a month," the woman suggested.

"No, time is urgent. Besides, we will stay here for one more day and add another danger." The old man said.

Schultz, who was injured these days, was calm and composed, while Hannah, who took care of him, became anxious and nervous.

Hannah advised Schultz several times to recommend listening to telegrams from her superiors in the late night ward, but Schultz stopped her.

"If I'm not wrong, my superiors will come to meet me soon." Schultz said.

Some things cannot be explained clearly by short telegrams. Finding the source of intelligence involves the lives of hundreds of thousands or even millions of Red Army soldiers, and their superiors are more anxious than anyone else.

Moreover, the superiors should also hope to use this meeting to inspect the two of them.

The soldiers who were unable to find the source of intelligence did unnecessary sacrifices, but in order to stop the Germans, they had to let them sacrifice.

Now Hannah believes that she also relies on Schultz's judgment. She now hopes that her superiors will send someone to meet them, but she is also vaguely afraid to meet someone sent by her superiors.

Schultz's schedule has been abnormal these days. He lay in bed and looked quietly at the ceiling every night, and only closed his eyes and slept for a while when it was almost dawn.

On the third night, Schultz was still lying quietly with his eyes open, and Hannah was lying in the small bed next to her with her child in her arms.

A gentle knock on the door at one o'clock in the morning, and a woman outside the door asked, "Mr. Schultz, I heard the ringtone ringing. Are you doing anything?"

"Yes, I'm thirsty, but there's no water in the ward." Schultz replied calmly.

Hannah had woken up and sat up like a conditioned reflex.

"Hannah, don't be afraid to turn on the lights and open the door." Schultz said softly.

Hannah first turned on the light and then unplugged the pin to gently open the door of the ward. But she didn't dare to look out the door and quickly retreated to Schultz.

At this time, only Schultz can give her strength and courage.

At the door, an old man with white hair and skinny hair slowly walked into the ward. As soon as he walked in, the door quickly closed again.

Schultz lying on the hospital bed and stared at the old man.

Suddenly, Schultz sat up with his hands on the bed like a ghost.

"Petrokin, it's you!" Schultz exclaimed. Schultz, who had already been fully prepared in his heart, opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man in disbelief.

"You finally recognize it, it's me." The old man replied softly.

"Why are you so old? Are you dead?" Schultz asked.

At this time, Schultz completely lost his usual calmness.

The old man slowly walked to Schultz's bed and sat down without answering.

Schultz then woke up and turned to Hannah and said, "You go out with your child first."

Hannah's curiosity that had just risen was suppressed by Schultz, and she hurriedly left the ward with the child in her arms.

Schultz reached out and held the old man's hand tightly together.

"We have not met for almost twenty years since I was sent to Northeast China in 2020. But why are you so old? You are one year younger than me." Schultz said.

"You have been lurking in Manchuria over the years, and I have experienced so many things." Petrokin replied.

"After you leave, I first went to the Eastern Workers University to teach and then followed Comrade Beerzin to Spain to fight the damn Spanish bandits. Many of our comrades died there," Petrokin continued.

"Three years ago, Liushkov defected to Manchukuo, and I had to leave here to go to Moscow to report the situation. At that time, I asked you to my superiors, and the leaders in the organization said that you had already sacrificed." Schultz said.

Petrokin's snow-white hair and beard were particularly dazzling under the light with his head down.

"By the way, you said you followed Comrade Belkin to Spain. I haven't seen him for almost twenty years. Comrade Belkin must be on the front line now, right?" Schultz continued.

Petrokin slowly raised his head and looked directly at him with his only eye.

"Schultz, I was a young man like you when I was a young man with great ideals. At that time, we were determined to dedicate ourselves to the noblest cause of mankind. No matter how setbacks, sacrifices, or even grievances we endured, we would not change our ideals, right?" asked Petrokin.
Chapter completed!