Chen Wenqiang narrowed his eyes and sneered: "After this analysis, everything will be linked together. But we still need to confirm and then take action. Zhao Jinghu, if you don't care about your retirement, we will send him a long way. By the way, Xu Anbao will slow down first, and help him get on the throne after the matter is over..."

The carriage suddenly stopped in an emergency, and Li Yapu was caught off guard and rushed forward. Chen Wenqiang quickly pushed the seat in front to stabilize his body. At the same time, he blocked Li Yapu with his other hand.

There was a noise outside the car. Chen Wenqiang opened the car door and walked out first. A big man was covered in blood lying in front of the car, and there was a little girl next to him, lying on the verge of shaking the big man who was shaking the ground with his little hands.

"He suddenly ran out of the alley and couldn't even hold the horse back, but the collision was not heavy." Zhao Dayi, the bodyguard sitting on the roof of the car, witnessed the incident and told Chen Wenqiang.

Chen Wenqiang nodded slightly, walked over, reached out to explore the big man's carotid artery, but was pushed by a pair of small hands. He turned to look in surprise, facing the little girl's big round eyes. Then, Chen Wenqiang was stunned. The pupils of those serious and somewhat sad eyes turned out to be blue, like the sky and the sea water, so deep that they could not see. After a brief loss of consciousness, Chen Wenqiang looked at the little girl carefully. She had black hair like Chinese, but her skin was lighter, and she should be a mixed-race child.

"Is it a bastard?" Zhao Dayi obviously saw the difference and said in vulgar language.

The blue flashed and disappeared, the little girl bit her lips tightly, and her face turned red because of shame. This shame should have become a habit and cannot be escaped.

"He is a mixed-race boy, not a bastard." Chen Wenqiang said correctly, nodded to the little girl, and said gently: "Let me see this person and then take him to the hospital, okay?"

The little girl is about six or seven years old and looks a little sick. Under Chen Wenqiang's gentle words, she slowly moved her body and no longer stopped Chen Wenqiang's hand.

The knife wound was obvious. Chen Wenqiang gently flipped the big man's body and saw a familiar wound on his chest. Moreover, he also had the impression of this big man, who sold his sword at the night market. Although his pulse was weak now, he was still alive.

"Go to Tongji Hospital." Chen Wenqiang stood up and greeted Zhao Dayi, "Be gentle and get him into the car." After saying that, he turned to look at the little girl, with a complicated expression flashing across his face. He bent down, picked up the little girl, and turned around to the car.

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The warm and comfortable embrace, accompanied by a gentle bump, felt a faint smell in the nose, sweat, clothes, and powder... made people feel sleepy. Tired of fatigue kept coming, Lili's eyes became smaller and smaller, and the last touch of blue was finally covered by her long eyelashes, and she fell asleep.

"That wound looks like Ma Sanxiao's body." Chen Wenqiang did not move, tilted his head, and whispered to Li Yapu: "From the perspective and strength, it looks like a good hand at using a knife."

"Then maybe there will be clues." Li Yapu nodded and whispered: "It is not difficult to find out the good knives of Heyitang, unless they have been hiding and have never taken action. It's just this miscellaneous thing." He pointed to the little girl and looked at Chen Wenqiang with inquiring eyes.

"Mixed-blooded man." Chen Wenqiang emphasized again, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's see if that big man can save him. His kung fu should be good too. As for her, he lowered his head and looked at him, and a touch of gentleness flashed in his eyes, "Caring for it first!"

Although he had different appearances, his age, especially his blue eyes, reminded Chen Wenqiang of Meng Jie. The girl who influenced him with flawless innocence and kindness and confidence in treating everything equally. Although he was chased to death by the organization, Chen Wenqiang did not blame her, but regarded her as the eternal light that illuminated his new life path.

In 1899, German surgeons Baolong and Fushaber set up a hospital for treating Chinese patients in Shanghai under the name of the German Medical Association. The construction work was supported by German Consul General Knappe in Shanghai, Shanghai industry figures Yu Qiaqing, Ye Chengzhong and others. After the hospital was completed, it was named Tongji Hospital.

In 1903, Knappe suggested to the German government that a German medical school to train Chinese doctors should be built on the basis of Tongji Hospital. This proposal was actively supported by the Shanghai German Medical Association headed by Baolong, and also received the promise of financial sponsorship from Chen Wenqiang. Chen Wenqiang was willing to provide financial sponsorship. On the one hand, it wanted to train a large number of Chinese doctors through this medical school. On the other hand, Tongji Hospital was also a clinical trial site for Arsenic Vannemine, and a biological bacteria laboratory that cooperated with Elich's Frankfurt Research Institute.

Although the establishment of a medical school still requires the approval of the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Prussian Ministry of Culture, Chen Wenqiang has sponsored Tongji Hospital 5,000 yuan, increasing the number of beds from fifteen to forty. At the same time, Janet also arranged a group of orphans adopted by Jirosedo to intern here for an internship and serve as nurses.

When I arrived at Baolong Hospital, I was admitted to the hospital and the treatment went smoothly. According to the doctor's diagnosis, the injured person stabbed his heart a little deeper. Although it is dangerous now, he still needs to be treated.

Chen Wenqiang found Dean Erich Baolong and arranged a small single room with two beds for the wounded, where Lili could also stay temporarily.

"If the German officials disagree, can the medical school be established?" Chen Wenqiang seemed to be more anxious and enthusiastic than Baolong.

"Shanghai Deyi Medical Association actively supports this." Baolong thought for a while and said, "If it cannot be officially recognized and the medical school is to be established, it will be difficult for funds and faculty."

"If you have funds, I can find a way; if you have the difficulties of faculty, you have to overcome them." Chen Wenqiang was a little helpless, "I can solve the problem of the school building and venue."

"Lujiawan?" Baolong nodded, "Far away from the city, the quiet environment helps learn."

Chen Wenqiang smiled and asked in confusion: "There doesn't seem to be many patients in the hospital. Is it a matter of cost or something else?"

Baolong smiled bitterly and said, "It's not a medical problem. The cost is a bit related, but it's not the most important. The most important thing is that Chinese people don't believe in Western medicine. In fact, it's much better now than before. The effect of the clinical trial of Arsenic Vanneming makes Tongji Hospital more prosperous than other Western hospitals."
Chapter completed!