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

Chen Qing stood outside the orphanage waiting. Finally, Chen He walked out of the orphanage dejectedly.

"Chen He!" Chen Qing called out, beckoning Chen He over.

Hearing the voice, Chen He looked up abruptly. When he saw that it was Chen Qing, his eyes were filled with astonishment and panic: "Team leader? What are you doing here?"

"Last night you seemed preoccupied and restless, so I was worried something might have happened to you. This morning I saw you rushing out the door, so I followed you to check on you," Chen Qing said calmly.

Chen He was secretly alarmed, and a thin layer of sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He had received professional anti-tracking training. Normally, when carrying out missions, he could detect even the slightest movement behind him. But this time, Chen Qing had followed him all the way from the French Concession to Hongkou without him noticing! This tracking skill was more than ten times better than his.

I didn't dare to think any further at that moment, and just stood there blankly, at a loss for what to do.

Chen Qing took two steps forward, raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder: "I heard everything that was said inside."

Chen He lowered his head even further, his lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin, leaving only a barely audible sigh.

Chen Qing took out a cigarette, handed one to Chen He, and said, "If your family is in trouble, you should tell me. We're brothers who fought side by side. Let me tell you, I can cure your sister Chen Xia's eyes."

"Really?" Chen He suddenly looked up, his expression a mixture of astonishment and elation. "Team leader, are you serious? You're not lying to me?"

Chen Qing nodded: "However, the surgery may be a bit complicated and take a long time. We need to transfer Chen Xia to my clinic, which will take at least two days."

"That's easy, I'll take Chen Xia there," Chen He said.

Chen Qing shook his head and whispered, "No, that will alert the Japanese and could expose my identity. When she goes out to buy flowers, you should kidnap her."

Chen He nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll bring Chen Xia to Ping An Li, and I can take care of her."

Chen Qing took a drag of his cigarette and said, "There's one more thing I need you to do."

"What is it?"

"I really fear he might be led astray if I find out what Chen Shan is doing for that Colonel Araki."

"Okay, I will definitely investigate thoroughly. I don't want to see Chen Shan go astray."

"No rush, we can't reveal our identities."

At that moment, the wooden door creaked open, and Chen Shan walked out, his face gloomy and his brows furrowed.

Chen Qing quickly pulled Chen He to a corner and watched Chen Shan's figure disappear into the distance.

The two continued to wait and discuss their course of action.

Finally, with a creak, the wooden door opened again.

The dean was wearing a faded blue cotton shirt, holding the hands of two young children, followed by a group of children carrying empty flower baskets. Chen Xia walked in the middle, her small hand carefully resting on the shoulder of the girl next to her, the flower basket swaying gently in her arms.

The two followed behind. A group of children from the orphanage, led by the director, chatted and laughed as they walked through two narrow alleys and finally stopped in front of a greenhouse full of flowers.

Winter has already arrived, and all the flowers here are grown in greenhouses.

The flower shop owner had already packed the arranged bouquets into bamboo baskets; bunches of pink, red, and yellow flowers crowded inside, looking fresh and vibrant.

He smiled and handed the flower baskets to each child, saying, "Business is sure to be good today, it's the weekend. Come back early when you're done selling."

The children took the flower basket and chattered excitedly in response.

After giving instructions to everyone, the dean looked at Chen Xia and gently took her hand: "Chen Xia, go to the entrance of Xingxing Cinema. There are more people there, so it'll be easier to sell your tickets."

As she spoke, she helped Chen Xia to sit down by the roadside in front of the Xingxing Cinema, placed the flower basket in her hand, and said, "Sit here obediently. Don't wander around after the flowers are sold out. I'll come pick you up when it's time."

"Okay, Dean, I'm not going anywhere." Chen Xia nodded, her little hand reaching out to pick up a pink rose, sniffing it lightly, then tilting her head back and calling out in a soft, sweet voice, "Flowers for sale! Flowers for sale! Fresh flowers!"

Watching the dean lead the other children away into the distance, Chen He quickly walked out from the street corner, his steps extremely light, afraid of frightening his younger sister.

He knelt down in front of Chen Xia and said gently, "Chen Xia, I'm the eldest brother."

Chen Xia's hawking stopped abruptly. Turning her head towards the sound, a sweet smile immediately appeared on her lips: "Big brother, you didn't leave?"

She gently tugged at Chen He's sleeve and whispered, "Don't be angry with your second brother. He's really had a hard time these past few years. Our house was bombed by planes, and our parents were killed. He took me and wandered around, and he still had to protect me. Once, we were starving, and he stole two steamed buns for me to eat. He was chased down and almost beaten to death."

Chen He felt a pang in his heart, and his eyes welled up slightly. He gripped his sister's hand tightly: "Big brother knows, big brother doesn't blame him. How about I take you to get your eyes treated now? I know a miracle doctor, he can definitely cure your eyes."

"Really?" Chen Xia suddenly looked up, a glimmer of light flashing in her empty eyes. Her small hands unconsciously tightened around Chen He's sleeve. "Big brother, can my eyes really be cured?"

"Yes, definitely." Chen He nodded emphatically, his tone full of certainty. "The miracle doctor that my brother knows can cure any disease. He will definitely be able to restore your sight, let you see how beautiful these flowers are, and see the headmistress and the children."

"That's great!" Chen Xia was so happy she almost jumped for joy, but then she hesitated. "But... I need to tell the headmistress, otherwise she'll worry if she can't find me."

"Silly girl, your big brother will talk to her." Chen He ruffled her hair, carefully helped her stand up, and picked up the flower basket at her feet. "Let's go get treatment first, and come back to thank the headmistress when your eyes are better."

As he spoke, he took Chen Xia's hand, looked up at the street corner, and met Chen Qing's gaze. The two nodded in tacit agreement.

Chen He flagged down a passing rickshaw, helped Chen Xia into it, and then got in himself. He gave the driver a few instructions, and the rickshaw headed towards the French Concession.

Chen Qing watched the rickshaw disappear around the street corner before turning around and walking towards a little girl selling flowers not far away.

The girl, about seven or eight years old, with pigtails, was standing on tiptoe, peering towards the movie theater entrance. Her flower basket was still full of flowers. "Little girl, buying flowers."

Chen Qing walked up to her, his voice gentle.

The little girl immediately turned around, her eyes sparkling: "Sir, how many do you want? One cent each!"

"I'll take them all," Chen Qing said, taking out a stack of brand-new Chinese currency from his pocket, a full thousand yuan, and handing it to the little girl. At the same time, he pulled a slip of paper from his wallet and tucked it inside.

The note read, "I took my sister away to get her eyes treated, Chen He."

The little girl, holding a thick wad of money, stared wide-eyed, her little hands trembling slightly. She quickly handed the money back, saying, "Sir, you don't need so much money! These flowers only cost a few dollars!"

"Good girl, this isn't money for flowers." Chen Qing patted her head and smiled gently. "This is a donation to the orphanage. There's a note inside for your director. Be sure to give it to her personally later, okay?"

The little girl nodded, seemingly understanding, and quickly put the money in her pocket: "Yes! I'll definitely give it to the headmistress!"

Chen Qing smiled, took out the most vibrant red rose from her flower basket, held it between her fingers, and turned to walk towards the rickshaw.