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

The prison cells of the Military Police Headquarters.

Wearing a nurse's uniform and carrying a medical kit, Tian Dan walked slowly to Nakamura Isao's side under the watchful eyes of two military police officers.

Nakamura Isao, who had just woken up, was bound by iron chains. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and there were still traces of torture on his body.

She didn't speak, but simply took out her stethoscope and gently pressed it against Nakamura Isao's chest.

Using her body as cover, Tian Dan lowered her eyes and seemingly unintentionally tapped lines of Morse code on Nakamura Isao's forearm.

Nakamura nodded slightly, indicating that he had received the message.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

After the physical examination, Tian Dan stood up and nodded to the two military police officers. Then, Nakamura Ko was dragged away and taken to the interrogation room.

Araki waited outside the cell for a whole day. Upon learning that Nakamura had woken up, he immediately rushed to find Xu Tian.

"Mr. Xu, Nakamura Isao is awake! You have a way to get him to talk, right?"

"Okay. Let's go to the interrogation room. But Araki-kun, 24 hours have passed since he was arrested. In that time, his accomplices who were going to leave have already left. Even if he confesses now, the number of people we can catch will probably be limited, so it won't be very meaningful."

"No, we must interrogate them!" Araki's gaze was resolute. "Even if we can't catch them, we must dig out those moles lurking among us. We absolutely cannot let them continue to cause trouble!"

The two entered the interrogation room one after the other.

Nakamura Isao was still tied to the rack. Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over Araki and Xu Tian without the slightest fear.

Xu Tian walked up to him and said in a calm tone, "Nakamura-kun, 24 hours have passed. What needs to be said should be said."

Nakamura suddenly grinned: "My comrades should indeed have all retreated safely. I can give an account. Not only that, I also want to write down my experiences and write a history of the Red Party."

Xu Tian turned to Araki: "Araki-kun, look. If we could get a detailed record of the history of the Red Party from his mouth and writings, it would be far more important than simply catching a few moles. It would be of immeasurable value to our research on the organization, ideology, and development of the Red Party. Why don't we submit it first and see what the higher-ups think?"

Araki frowned, looking at Nakamura with suspicion. He felt Nakamura had ulterior motives, but Xu Tian's words did make sense. A detailed history of the Communist Party was indeed extremely tempting intelligence for the military.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright. I'll report to the military headquarters now and await instructions. Put him back in his cell and keep him under strict guard; no one is allowed to contact him!"

The news was quickly reported up the chain of command, reaching the Tokyo headquarters.

Not long after, a reply came from headquarters: Nakamura Isao was to be immediately escorted back to Tokyo and placed under special guard, allowing him to focus on his writing. His safety and the integrity of his work must be ensured; this is crucial for the Empire's research on the Red Party.

Araki realized he had been tricked by Nakamura, but things were now out of his control, so he could only send Nakamura back to Tokyo.

Thus, Nakamura was removed from his shackles, dressed in clean clothes, and boarded a plane to Tokyo under the strict escort of the military police.

He was imprisoned in a jail outside Tokyo and given a relatively clean cell.

Day after day, year after year, he calmly and quietly wrote his autobiography in prison, recording the history of the Red Party.

This writing continued for several years.

Even after Japan's surrender in 1945, the history of the Communist Party remained unfinished...

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Chen Qing resumed his life of debauchery. Spring came and autumn went, and by the time he calculated, Zhou Fuhai's concubine was due to give birth.

The Zhou family mansion was already on high alert, and three experienced midwives were invited into the mansion, busy inside and out.

Zhou Fuhai originally wanted to send the child to a Western-style hospital, which would be safe and secure, but the old lady in the mansion held onto feudal ideas and insisted on giving birth at home, saying that this was in accordance with the rules and that the child could also benefit from the family's good fortune.

Zhou Fuhai couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so he had to comply, hoping that the delivery would go smoothly.

Just after noon, heart-wrenching screams came from the third concubine's bedroom, each one louder than the last, making those outside the courtyard feel their hearts ache.

The screams lasted for three hours. As the sun began to set, the noise inside the house grew weaker and weaker, and the baby still couldn't be born.

Zhou Fuhai paced anxiously in the courtyard, smoking cigarettes all over the ground, his brows furrowed, glancing towards the bedroom every now and then, muttering, "Why isn't it ready yet?"

Half an hour later, the bedroom door creaked open, and a midwife rushed out, her face flushed with panic. She said to Zhou Fuhai and the old lady sitting on the veranda, "Master, Madam, something terrible has happened! The Third Madam is in good health and has had plenty of nutrition during her pregnancy, but the baby is too big and is stuck inside! Madam is almost exhausted now, and if this continues, I'm afraid..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Fuhai's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, "Then what should we do? You have to think of something!"

The midwife knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling with tears: "The three of us have done everything we can, there's really no other way! Now we have to choose between two options: save the mother or save the baby?"

"Save the child!" the old woman blurted out, clutching her Buddhist prayer beads tightly. "The Zhou family line cannot end! No matter what, I must save my grandson!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fuhai hesitated. His third concubine was usually gentle and considerate, and he was not without affection for her, but his mother's words weighed heavily on his mind.

He opened his mouth, about to nod in agreement, when a steady voice came from behind him: "Second brother, wait!"

Everyone turned around and saw Zhou Fushan walking quickly towards them. His expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Second brother, the situation is critical right now. Why don't we ask Doctor Chen Qing to give it a try? His medical skills are superb, and perhaps he can find a way to achieve both goals."

"Chen Qing!" Zhou Fuhai slapped his forehead, as if suddenly remembering something. He exclaimed, "How could I have forgotten about him! Quick, send someone to fetch Doctor Chen, the sooner the better!"

"This..." The old lady hesitated, frowning, "Dr. Chen is, after all, a man. The delivery room is a woman's private place. Letting him in might be against etiquette, wouldn't it?"

"Mom!" Zhou Fuhai exclaimed urgently, "What time is it now? Lives are at stake! Third Concubine and the child are both lives at stake, how can we care about these formalities! Besides, Doctor Chen is a doctor, he only sees patients, he doesn't distinguish between men and women!"

Zhou Fushan chimed in, "Mom, only Doctor Chen can save us right now. I've already sent someone to fetch him; he should be here soon."

The old lady looked towards the bedroom and could still faintly hear the third concubine's weak moans. In the end, she softened, sighed, and stopped objecting.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, footsteps came from outside the courtyard. Chen Qing, dressed in a blue robe, walked in with a calm and composed gait, as if he had just come to keep an ordinary invitation.

The old lady quickly stood up, grabbed Chen Qing's sleeve, and said urgently and pleadingly, "Dr. Chen, you've finally come! My third daughter-in-law can't give birth, and the midwife said they can only save one. Please go in and take a look. If it's really impossible, you must save my grandson!"

Chen Qing patted the old lady's hand, his tone calm and resolute: "Don't worry, Madam. Now that I'm here, I can make sure everyone, young and old, is safe and sound."

After saying that, he broke free from the old lady's hand and went straight into the bedroom.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat and blood. The third concubine lay on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her lips cracked, her breath weak, and her eyes somewhat unfocused.

The three midwives stood around the bed, at a loss for what to do.

Chen Qing stepped forward, quickly checked the third concubine's condition, took out a row of silver needles from his medicine box, and deftly inserted them into several acupoints on her lower abdomen and inner thighs. His movements were swift and decisive. After inserting the needles, he gently pressed on the third concubine's philtrum, then turned and left.

Zhou Fuhai and the old lady outside had been waiting anxiously. When they saw Chen Qing come out, they rushed over and asked, "Dr. Chen, how is he?"

Just as Chen Qing was about to speak, a loud baby cry suddenly came from the bedroom. The cry was clear and powerful, breaking the dullness in the courtyard.

Everyone was stunned at first, then their faces lit up with ecstasy.

Soon, the midwife came out carrying a baby wrapped in a red swaddling cloth, beaming from ear to ear: "Congratulations, sir! Congratulations, madam! It's a boy! Eight pounds eight ounces, perfectly healthy! Doctor Chen is truly amazing; with just a few needles, the baby was delivered smoothly, and the lady is safe and sound!"

The old woman looked at the baby in the midwife's arms, tears streaming down her face. She clasped her hands together and murmured, "God bless us!" Her whole body trembled with excitement: "The Zhou family has an heir! The Zhou family finally has an heir!"

Zhou Fuhai quickly took the child and held him carefully. Looking at the baby's wrinkled little face, his face was full of joy, and the anxiety of the past few days was swept away.

He turned to Chen Qing and bowed deeply: "Dr. Chen, I am deeply grateful! If it weren't for your help today, my Zhou family would have been in grave danger!"

Chen Qing quickly stepped aside, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Mr. Zhou, you're too kind. It's all thanks to your great fortune and the blessings of Heaven. I was merely doing my small part. Right now, my wife and child need to rest, so I won't disturb them any longer. I'll take my leave now. I'll come again another day to celebrate the young master's full moon."

Chen Qing waved his sleeve and left gracefully, without taking away a single cloud.

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