Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.

This booklet is a 'draft'.

To be precise, it is a draft of rumors about the Red Party fabricated by the Shanghai Central Committee.

"The Red Party forced local farmers to plant tablets in Maoshan strongholds under its control. The more they plant, the more rewards they received. Then they sold the tablets to tablet merchants in Shanghai to exchange for urgently needed medicinal materials, hardware, cloth and other items to support the battle against Japan."

In order to achieve the effect of being fake and real, there is also a line of notes in the "Draft", reminding you to try to forge a photo of a soldier wearing a New Fourth Army uniform holding a tablet with joy on his face as evidence.

Insidious and vicious!

Cheng Qianfan cursed in his heart.

The most sinister thing about this rumor is that the Central Commission for the first time did not erase the fact that the New Fourth Army resisted Japan, and spread the rumors in the form of the New Fourth Army having to force farmers to plant tablets in order to raise military funds and supplies.

This kind of rumor is extremely confusing.

...

Zou's Clinic.

A quick knock on the door sounded.

"Who?" Fang Jinghua suddenly woke up and asked.

"Dr. Zou, acute, stomachache."

People outside continued to slap the door, and there were also the sound of shouting, and the sound of walking.

Fang Jinghua listened carefully near the door panel and confirmed that an acute patient was in pain and slapped the door.

He opened the door.

"Thank you, Dr. Zou." The person who came bent his waist and covered his stomach, and hurriedly thanked him as soon as he entered the door.

Fang Jinghua closed the door casually.

"What's wrong? I'm having a stomachache?" he asked.

As he said that, he signaled the other party to sit down, and asked what he had eaten tonight. He only started to take his pulse after the other party's breathing stabilized.

"How about the stool?"

"Dimyopathy."

“Forming?”

"What?"

"Is the stool hard, soft, or is it like egg flower soup?" Fang Jinghua asked.

"Soup."

Fang Jinghua nodded, "Spleen deficiency and diarrhea."

He looked at the other party and said, "I will prescribe a decoction for you to nourish qi and strengthen the spleen to strengthen the spleen and stomach, and then remove the dampness in the body and stop diarrhea."

Fang Jinghua skillfully prescribes medicine and grasps medicine.

When Fang Jinghua turned around and was busy, the patient kept staring at his back, his eyes flashing.

"Doctor Zou is really kind to the doctor." The patient rubbed his stomach and said, "It's late at night, I'm worried that Dr. Zou will not open the door."

"That can't." Fang Jinghua smiled and said, "Doctors are parents, you have called it an emergency."

Speaking of this, Fang Jinghua's eyes shrank, his face remained unchanged, and he reminded him, "You must decoct on time, and it is best to take it lightly."

"I know." After the patient took the medicine bag and paid the medical fee, he suddenly said, "Dr. Zou, my own family, my surname is Kang."

"I don't understand what my own people are." Fang Jinghua frowned.

"You know." said the patient surnamed Kang, "Comrade, I can't prove my identity now. I'll come again the next day."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Fang Jinghua got angry.

The man suddenly knocked on the door for a medical treatment and said this again. He neither said the code words of the connector nor the code they deserved. Fang Jinghua felt even more alert and drove the man out directly.

"Damn Mo Zi." He stood at the door and cursed, "Heartless."

After the patient left, Fang Jinghua thought about it alone and became more and more wrong:

Which party is this person from?

Japanese spy?

Traitor spy?

Or a spy from the National Party?

He first ruled out the possibility that this person is his own person.

With his level within the Shanghai underground party organization, there are very limited people who know his identity.

It is impossible for strangers to come here in a hurry.

It's not someone he knows, and there are no urgent code words for contact.

He has considered whether this person was arrested or a party member who lost contact after the underground party organs were destroyed.

However, this possibility is extremely low.

Instead, it's more like-

Test?

Fang Jinghua frowned.

No matter which part of the other party is, the person appears so suddenly, which is a dangerous signal.

Because only when someone is targeted will he be tested.

...

After leaving Zou's clinic, the patient surnamed Kang walked slowly with his stomach covered his stomach for more than ten minutes, and then turned into an alley.

When passing a corner, the man hung the medicine bag he was carrying on a rotten iron nail on the street light and urinated.

Passing through the alley, we arrived at the main road, and got into the passenger seat of a small car parked on the side of the road.

"How is it?" asked the man in the cab in the car.

The man surnamed Kang shook his head, "It seems that nothing is wrong."

"Tell me your contact with Dr. Zou, including the dialogue, and his reaction at that time, with his expression." The driver frowned and said in a deep voice.

The man surnamed Kang covered his stomach while telling.

"It seems that there is no problem," the driver said, but his brows were still frowning, "Did I see it wrong?"

The man surnamed Kang suddenly opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Where are you going?" asked the driver, then frowned, closed the car door directly, and cursed, "Bitch, stay away."

A crackling sound came, and then a foul smell came.

The man took out two pieces of paper from his body, wiped his butt randomly, and got into the car again.

"What did you eat for me?" he asked the driver.

"Nothing." The driver said with a smile, "The large intestine is not washed."

"Bastard." The man surnamed Kang cursed. After he finished his excretion, he seemed to feel much more comfortable. He glanced at the medicine bag in his hand and said, "This doctor Zou is indeed good at medical skills. I looked at it and the prescription he prescribed was the same as that of an old Chinese doctor when I was in Guandongzhou."

"This person's medical skills are indeed good." The driver nodded.

He stared at the other party and said, "You keep staring at him. Now you are a patient, so it is natural to ask him for a follow-up visit."

"Okay." The man surnamed Kang nodded helplessly, "Go back quickly, I want to decoct medicine. If I go back early, I can catch up with this medicine today."

After the car left, a figure approached the alley across the road, shining the ground with a flashlight, as if looking for something, and soon the person left.

...

Fang Jinghua was unable to fall asleep again for a long time.

The arrival of this uninvited guest who claimed to be the surname Kang made him a little confused.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sound coming from the backyard.

Fang Jinghua's expression changed. He tiptoed out of bed, found the medicine cabinet with three cabinets in a row with a row of Arc based on his memory, took out the Mauser pistol inside, closed the insurance, and walked towards the backyard door with slight hands.

"Who?" Fang Jinghua asked in a low voice.

"We floated on the waters of Taihu Lake and came to visit us only to seek medicine, not to hurt people."

Fang Jinghua heard the code and quickly replied, "What medicine should I ask for?"

The person in the yard said, "The right butt was bitten by a mosquito (gun). Open the door and break in."

"Master, I can't do surgery." Fang Jinghua smiled bitterly and opened the door.

Cheng Qianfan was carrying something in his hand and flashed into it.
To be continued...