If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Chen Qing went upstairs to sleep until noon, rummaged through drawers and found a few coins, ate a bowl of noodles at a snack shop at the street corner, and then started worrying again when he got back.

We need to find a way to make some money quickly. Even a hero can be brought down by a lack of funds, and we can't do without a source of income.

Although the system rewarded him with a traditional Chinese medicine massage, it hasn't been credited to his account yet; he'll have to wait until the landlady takes the medicine and sees its effects.

If all else fails, I'll just convert my gynecology clinic into a massage parlor once I've mastered the massage skills. I'm getting worse and worse off.

The shop was deserted all afternoon, with not a single customer. He went to the Bowen Bookstore across the street to rent two novels to pass the time.

But the novels of this era are too outdated. They can't compare to the online novels of later generations, and they can't even compare to Jin Yong and Gu Long.

The bookstore owner's surname was Pan, and the two were quite familiar with each other. There was a parrot cage hanging at the entrance. Chen Qing had come up with this code name because Liu Daya saw the parrot across the street.

Every time he arrived at the door, he would tease the parrot.

"Good afternoon!" he greeted the parrot.

"Damn it, damn it!" the parrot replied in a thick Zhejiang accent, making Chen Qing speechless and wanting to strangle this parrot that only knew how to swear.

Old Pan was engrossed in reading "Jin Ping Mei" when Chen Qing browsed the bookshelf for a while and took away a copy of Zhang Henshui's "The Fate of Tears and Laughter".

I greeted Lao Pan and registered the book title.

Renting a book costs one cent a day, but Chen Qing is too lazy to pay. Occasionally, he buys two packs of cigarettes and leaves them on the counter as payment.

Sipping tea and reading a novel, the leisurely afternoon passed quickly, until eight o'clock at night.

Chen Qing stretched and prepared to close the door, go upstairs to make his bed, and go to sleep when three gunshots suddenly rang out from the street corner.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire was exceptionally clear in the quiet Ping An Lane.

Chen Qing's heart tightened, and he quickly went out to check.

In the dim light, a man in black was staggering towards them.

Seven or eight men in Zhongshan suits followed at a distance, firing their guns at the man in black. Chen Qing recognized them; they were from the 76th Division.

The two sides exchanged blows, with gunfire continuing. Neighbors scattered and took cover, or quickly closed their doors, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. Only Old Pan's bookstore remained half-open, with Old Pan, like himself, peeking out to watch the commotion.

The man in black fought his way out, retreating until he stopped not far from the clinic entrance.

He looked up at the bookstore diagonally across the street, and Old Pan seemed to shake his head.

He spotted Chen Qing peeking out of the clinic, fired two shots behind him, and then charged toward the clinic.

Chen Qing had a bad feeling and quickly closed the door, but the man in black barged in, the muzzle of a gun pressed against his chest.

"Don't move! Go inside," the man in black hissed coldly.

Chen Qing quickly raised his hands: "Hero, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out."

The man in black ignored his pleas for mercy, took out a wax pill, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Swallow it, quickly."

"What is this? Is it poisonous?" Chen Qing naturally dared not eat this thing of unknown origin, and asked vaguely.

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll kill you." The man in black said viciously, pressing the gun barrel against his chest again.

Left with no other choice, Chen Qing swallowed the wax pill with a gulp.

As the agents from the 76th Division drew closer, the man in black turned his gun and fired three shots, killing the closest agent who was charging towards him.

The man in black fired again, but the gun was empty; he was out of bullets.

"He's out of bullets, take him alive!" the lead agent shouted, and the rest of the agents surrounded him.

The lead agent glared at the man in black and sneered, "Wang Shen, surrender! You can't escape!"

The man in black threw down his gun and sneered, "I, Wang Shen, can't stand the torture inflicted by your 76th Division."

After saying that, he quickly took out a wax ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp.

The lead agent's face changed drastically: "Oh no, he swallowed the film roll! Make him spit it out!"

Several agents immediately pounced on him and pinned Wang Shen to the ground.

Wang Shen was held down tightly, and a spy pried open his mouth and tried to forcefully dig into his throat.

Wang Shen struggled desperately and bit off his finger with a fierce bite, causing him to fall to the ground in agony, clutching his hand.

The leading agent was furious. He turned to look at Chen Qing, who was trembling with his hands raised, and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Chen Qing's chin.

"I suspect you are his accomplice. Arrest him."

"I'm innocent! I was just watching the show, I don't know this person at all." Chen Qing felt bitter. The people of No. 76 never listen to reason. If he were caught and thrown into that hellhole of No. 76, how could he possibly come out alive?

Curiosity killed the cat! This fake agent who came from another time is really unprofessional!

One of his men approached Captain Wan anxiously: "Captain Wan, he's already swallowed the film. If it gets dissolved by his stomach acid, all our credit will be for nothing. We need to get him to the hospital right away for a stomach lavage so they can get the film out."

Captain Wan glanced at Chen Qing and revealed a cruel smile: "By the time you send him to the hospital, it'll be too late. This is just a clinic, so tie him to the operating table."

Wang Shen was grabbed by several secret agents and dragged into the clinic like a dead dog.

The agents roughly pressed him down onto the makeshift medical bed in the corner and handcuffed his hands and feet to the four legs of the bed.

Captain Wan grabbed Chen Qing, dragged him to the medical bed, turned around, picked up a scalpel from the shelf in the corner, and shoved it into Chen Qing's hand.

"Take this, cut open his stomach, take out the wax pills inside, do as I say, and I'll keep you safe; otherwise, I'll kill you."

Chen Qing's hand, gripping the scalpel, trembled uncontrollably. She frantically shook her head, "Sir, no! This is a gynecology clinic; we don't have the facilities for surgery! You see, surgery requires sterilization and anesthesia, otherwise someone could die! Perhaps... perhaps you should send him to the hospital?"

Captain Wan scoffed, his eyes growing increasingly fierce: "Disinfection? Anesthesia? Screw you, just dig it out!"

"Just cut him open?" Chen Qing's face turned pale, and he waved his hands repeatedly. "That...that would hurt him to death!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Captain Wan pressed the muzzle of his gun directly against his temple. "Hurry up and do it! If you dawdle any longer, I'll shoot you first!"

The agents beside him had long since lost their patience. They held down his hands and feet and roughly tore open Wang Shen's clothes, revealing his blood-stained belly.

Blood was still oozing from the bullet hole in his stomach, a sight that horrified Chen Qing.

"You beast!" Wang Shen's eyes widened in anger. He struggled for a moment, but several agents held his limbs down and he couldn't move.

Chen Qing felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tightly, and his breath hitched.

Looking into Wang Shen's unyielding eyes, he realized that this man must be a martyr in the War of Resistance against Japan, fighting desperately for his country and people.

But now, he has to personally cut open the stomachs of his compatriots and act as the executioner of No. 76.

But the gun barrel on the back of his head instantly brought him to his senses. Faced with a loaded gun, he was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

In despair, Chen Qing gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the scalpel.

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