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

Shortly after the New Year in 1940, the Wang Jingwei regime was officially established.

The death of the Emperor's special envoy caused the Japanese government to lose face and enraged the military. The Shanghai Special Higher Police failed to perform its duties, and Yoko Minami was severely reprimanded. The military also sent her a senior advisor, Major General Yoshimasa Fujita.

This infuriated Yoko Minamida, who launched a large-scale internal investigation within the Special Higher Police and the 76th Division, targeting Minglou.

She didn't suspect Minglou of being a member of the Kuomintang or the Communist Party, but rather that he was eliminating dissidents.

Mingcheng was a little nervous and asked Minglou, "Brother, Nantian Yangzi is conducting an internal investigation now, which has made everyone in the 76th Division very uneasy. It's obvious that she suspects you."

Having already learned the whole story from Uncle Li, Minglou was both amused and exasperated: "Is this Xu Tian the reincarnation of Jia Xu? He's gotten me into so much trouble with just a few words. But if Nantian Yangzi wants to investigate, let her investigate. Anyway, she won't find any evidence. Besides, how many people in the 76th Division are clean? In the end, everyone will be found to be full of shit. By the way, Nantian Yangzi has already found out about Liang Zhongchun's smuggling. You should remind him about that. Also, the radios of his two smuggling fleets have been tapped by the 76th Division's listening section. The head of that listening section, Zhu Huiyin, was appointed by Wang Manchun. Be careful not to get stabbed in the back by her. Hide well, lest Nantian Yangzi take down his fleet."

Mingcheng asked, "Brother, who works for Zhu Huiyin, the new head of the wiretapping department?"

Minglou glanced at him and said irritably, "Organized but undisciplined, is that something you should be asking?"

Mingcheng's expression turned serious, and he hurriedly said, "I'll go find Liang Zhongchun right now and tell him to be careful. I still have shares in Liang Zhongchun's business!"

Mingcheng drove to No. 76 and went directly to Liang Zhongchun's office.

Liang Zhongchun was taken aback by Mingcheng's words: "How did the information get leaked? I've been keeping it very secret."

Mingcheng snorted: "Before the New Year, the Sakura was bombed, and the classified documents it was carrying were stolen by the Red Party. Your little business is nothing. The 76th Division is already riddled with holes. But I must remind you, I only partnered with you to deal in some civilian supplies. I didn't expect you to even dare to touch weapons. You've got some nerve."

Liang Zhongchun disagreed, saying, "In these chaotic times, people don't feel at ease without some gold and silver in their hands."

Mingcheng said, "If I didn't have informants in the Special Higher Police, I wouldn't have known about your shady dealings. I treated you as a friend, but what do you take me for? You kept this kind of thing from me?"

Liang Zhongchun smiled humbly: "I'm just worried that Brother Acheng will be implicated."

Mingcheng wasn't buying it and sneered, "Director Liang, I treat you like a brother, but what do you take me for? I'm leaving. You'd better think about how to explain this to Nantian Yangzi."

Mingcheng stood up to leave, but Liang Zhongchun quickly stopped him: "Brother Cheng, don't! I was wrong before. I'll apologize to you, okay? As long as you help me get through this, I'll definitely remember your kindness."

Mingcheng said irritably, "Go away, stop with the nonsense. I'm asking you, what are you planning to do?"

"Of course, we absolutely cannot admit it, even if you beat us to death. That's a capital offense."

Mingcheng's face was full of sarcasm: "Do you think your messy accounts can withstand a Japanese investigation, or do you think your frail body can withstand the Special Higher Police's torture?"

Liang Zhongchun panicked and asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"You must speak, and not only speak, but speak a lot."

Mingcheng taught him a set of excuses, telling him to first deal with Zhu Huiyin and clean up the mess, because the Special Higher Police would probably be coming to his door soon.

After seeing Mingcheng off, Liang Zhongchun dialed the phone of his brother-in-law, Tong Hu: "Arrest Chen Liang, the captain of the Second Brigade, and take him and his trusted subordinates to the execution ground for a secret execution."

Chen Liang was his front man in arms smuggling, doing all the dirty work for him, and now he's going to become his scapegoat.

After finishing all this and waiting for Tong Hu to call him back, Liang Zhongchun breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the Detective Department to find Zhu Huiyin.

If we can't handle Zhu Huiyin, things might get even worse.

...............

Life in Ping An Li was peaceful. Since that incident, no one from No. 76 had set foot there again, and the landlady had stopped coming. It was Mr. Hu who came to collect the rent every time.

Mr. Hu stopped going out to do business and stayed at home to take care of his wife. He always suspected that Mrs. Hu was having an affair, but he had no evidence.

Sun Qian rested at the clinic for more than ten days. Under Chen Qing's careful treatment, she finally recovered. With everything calm outside, she went back to work at the newspaper.

A telegram from Chongqing said they would send new team members. Chen Qing was a little annoyed; Wang Tianfeng still wouldn't let him off the hook.

Before the Lantern Festival, the Zhou family's car arrived to take Chen Qing to their residence.

Chen Qing asked, "Which person in the household is unwell?"

The servant respectfully said, "Third Madam is feeling unwell, and the Old Madam has asked Doctor Chen to come and take a look."

Chen Qing carried the medical kit into the car and drove all the way to Zhou Enlai's residence.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Old Madam Zhou came to greet him, leaning on her sandalwood cane, with a kind smile on her face. Before Chen Qing could speak, she took out a red envelope embroidered with auspicious and longevity patterns from her sleeve pocket and stuffed it into his hand without saying a word.

"Oh dear, Madam, this is not appropriate," Chen Qing quickly declined.

The old lady patted his hand: "Take it. The New Year isn't over yet. You've come all the way here to treat our illnesses during the New Year. You're the younger generation, it's only right that you do this."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Chen Qing had no choice but to put the red envelope into his pocket and bow, saying, "Thank you very much, Madam. Let me take your pulse and massage your body first."

Chen Qing placed his fingertips on her pulse, feeling the rise and fall of the pulse with his fingertips. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Madam's pulse is steady and strong, her blood and qi are flowing smoothly, and she has a very good constitution. She just needs to pay more attention to resting on weekdays."

Then he massaged the old lady's shoulders and back to help her relax her muscles and improve blood circulation, making the old lady feel extremely comfortable.

Grandma Zhou was in a good mood and called out to the inner room, "Quickly invite the third son over so that Doctor Chen can take his pulse."

A woman wearing a light green cheongsam slowly walked out; she was Zhou Fuhai's third concubine.

Chen Qing lightly touched the pulse with his fingertips, concentrating intently to examine it. The pulse was smooth and swift, a sign of pregnancy.

He knew in his heart that the system had already given the answer, even clearly showing the sex of the fetus, but he couldn't say it out loud.

A moment later, Chen Qing stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Old Madam Zhou, and said, "Congratulations, Madam, the Third Madam is pregnant."

"Really?" Grandma Zhou beamed, her wrinkles smoothing out. She quickly asked, "Dr. Chen, is it a boy or a girl?"

Chen Qing did not answer directly, but smiled and said, "Well... whether it's a boy or a girl, it ultimately depends on Mr. Zhou's fortune."

"What do you mean?" Old Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment, her face full of doubt.

Chen Qing smiled faintly, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. When the time is right, it will naturally be the result the Zhou family has been hoping for."

A man dressed in a dark long gown walked in; it was Zhou Fuhai's elder brother, Zhou Fushan.

His expression was calm as he cupped his hands to Chen Qing and said, "Doctor Chen, my second brother is in the study. Please come over there."

Chen Qing replied "Okay" and followed Zhou Fushan through the corridor to the study on the west side.

The study was simply furnished, with a row of bookshelves against the wall filled with ancient books and Chinese and foreign classics. On the desk were writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and a copy of "Liao Fan's Family Instructions" was open.

Zhou Fuhai was sitting at his desk when he saw Chen Qing enter. He stood up and offered him a seat: "Dr. Chen, please sit down. I've been reading this book these past few days during the New Year holiday. 'Fortune is created by oneself, destiny is sought by oneself. Just do good deeds and don't worry about the future.' I, Zhou, am deeply moved by this."

Chen Qing sat down, his gaze fixed on the pages of the book, and slowly said, "Mr. Zhou is absolutely right. If we can do more practical things for the country and the people and accumulate merit, we will naturally be blessed. Heaven will surely grant the Zhou family a boy to continue the family line."

A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Fuhai's eyes, and he quickly pressed, "Is that really true?"

Whether it's true or not, it all depends on Mr. Zhou's own choice.

Zhou Fuhai was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, staring directly at Chen Qing: "Mr. Chen, are you from Shancheng?"

Chen Qing remained calm: "No, Mr. Zhou, please don't joke around. I'm just a doctor, I'm not from some remote mountain town."

A hint of disappointment appeared on Zhou Fuhai's face. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two got up to see Chen Qing out.

Chen Qing returned to Ping'anli and understood Zhou Fuhai's meaning. He had figured it out and wanted to do business with Chongqing.

The time is ripe; it's time to report to Chongqing and make contact with Zhou Fuhai.

Guo Qiyun has been living here and has no intention of leaving. He is very content with the peaceful life here.

Chen Qing pulled Guo Qiyun up to the second floor and told him what Zhou Fuhai meant.

"This is good news; we should send a telegram to headquarters immediately."

Chen Qing shook his head: "This is a matter of great importance. I'll write a letter and you must return to Chongqing immediately. If we can solve the supply problem for hundreds of thousands of people in Chongqing through Zhou Fuhai, it will be an immense achievement."

Guo Qiyun was grateful and, knowing that Chen Qing wanted to share the credit with him, immediately nodded in agreement.

To avoid being searched by the Japanese, Chen Qing wrote a letter directly on the underwear using an invisible liquid, instructing Guo Qiyun to wear it back to Chongqing.

After tidying up, I drove Guo Qiyun directly to the dock.