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

Chen Qing returned to his office, which was similar in layout to Ming Lou's. His secretary was Wang Jiazhi. As the saying goes, the secretary does all the work... cough cough!

Chen Qing gradually became familiar with his work. He went to the customs office twice and listened to a group of people from the customs office flattering him, hosting banquets, and giving him gifts.

Everyone knew he was Zhou Fuhai's man, and customs officials of all ranks came to flatter him.

He met Mrs. Liang's husband, Liang Zhongqiu, the captain of the customs inspection team. Liang Zhongqiu immediately gave him a pure gold Rolex, which made Chen Qing very happy.

Not long after, Minglou arranged for him to become the director of Medical Room No. 76.

This was an inconspicuous position, and no one cared. First, he was Zhou Fuhai's man, so everyone would give him face. Second, his medical skills were also famous in Shanghai. The people in the 76th Division were all living on the edge of a knife, and no one could guarantee that they wouldn't get hurt. With a miracle doctor on duty, everyone was overjoyed.

Aside from Wang Manchun not giving him a friendly look, he didn't go there often to avoid the awkwardness of seeing her.

Yoko Nanta appointed Li Ningyu as the head of the Telecommunications Decryption Section of the Special Higher Police.

Li Ningyu replied: "No, I want to be the director of the telecommunications department."

This made Yoko Minami laugh in anger; how could the Special Higher Police allow a Chinese person to be the director?

However, talented people are hard to find. Fortunately, the position of Director of Telecommunications Department No. 76 is still vacant, so let's appoint her as the Director of Telecommunications Department No. 76.

In the late autumn of 1940, Shanghai was shrouded in continuous rain. This was the first time Chen Qing and Li Ningyu met in the infirmary of No. 76. He remembered this codebreaking genius with a cold, jade-like face and suffering from asthma, and he also remembered the unfathomable secret in her eyes.

"Is Dr. Chen here?" a gentle male voice asked, with a Suzhou-Hangzhou accent.

Chen Qing looked up and saw two people standing at the door.

The man walking in front was about thirty years old, wearing a slightly worn dark blue long gown, with a thin face and a somewhat anxious look in his eyes.

Half a step behind him stood a woman with slightly furrowed brows, holding her heart like Xi Shi, making Chen Qing momentarily forget what he was doing.

This is Li Ningyu.

She wore a light blue woolen short coat over her clothes, which made her figure appear even more slender and thin.

Her skin was a pale, almost cold white, as if she had never seen the sun, yet it had a warm, jade-like luster.

With delicate eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and pale lips, she possesses a cool and aloof beauty that is not aggressive.

What is most impressive about her are her eyes, which are beautifully shaped with slightly upturned corners, yet they are filled with a calmness and melancholy that are beyond her years. Occasionally, when she raises her eyes, her gaze is sharp as a knife, as if it can pierce through people's hearts, but in an instant, she returns to that aloof indifference.

Her hair was jet black and straight, neatly combed and tied into a simple bun at the back of her head. A few stray hairs clung to her forehead, damp with the thin layer of sweat that had seeped out during her recent asthma attack.

"I am Chen Qing, and who are you?" Chen Qing asked as he stood up, his gaze falling on Li Ningyu's hand pressed against her chest.

The man hurriedly said, "My name is Pan Hanqing, and this is my wife, Li Ningyu, the newly appointed director of the 76th Telecommunications Department. We just came from Hangzhou. We decided to transfer here to Shanghai after hearing about Dr. Chen's reputation. We just settled in Shanghai and came to see Dr. Chen right away. Her old ailment has flared up again, and she's having a bad bout of shortness of breath. Could you please take a look at her?"

Chen Qing nodded, gesturing for them to sit down. He noticed that Li Ningyu sat down very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing something; her breathing was still labored, and her lips were slightly cyanotic.

"Director Li, is this asthma?" he asked, taking out his stethoscope. "Judging from these symptoms, it seems to be a chronic condition."

"Yes," Li Ningyu's voice was soft, with a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness, "The health problems I developed while studying in Germany have become increasingly severe lately, probably because... I'm working too hard."

She didn't say much, turning her gaze to the window, unwilling to make eye contact, exuding an aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

Chen Qing recalled the plot of the TV series "The Message," in which Li Ningyu developed asthma while studying cryptography in Germany.

Germany has a cold and damp climate with long winters. In addition, the heavy industrial pollution in European cities at that time easily irritated the respiratory tract and caused chronic inflammation, laying the groundwork for asthma.

As a poor international student, she was under constant pressure from intense mental labor and harsh living conditions. To solve the code problems, she often worked through the night, lacking rest and nutrition, which led to physical damage and a decline in her respiratory defenses.

Chen Qing listened to her heart and lungs, then looked at her throat, and said, "It is indeed an acute asthma attack. I will give you acupuncture first, then an injection of aminophylline, and some salbutamol nebulizer, as well as oral licorice tablets to relieve the cough. However, it will take time to cure it completely."

Pan Hanqing breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it can be cured. Thank you, Dr. Chen."

Chen Qing could actually use Xiao Ai (a smart speaker) to transfer her illness to someone else, but he doesn't want to do that for now. This Li Ningyu is too smart and is an uncontrollable factor. She is a member of the Red Party, but not on Ming Lou's side. In particular, she cracked the two telegrams sent by Uncle Li, which almost caused a major incident, making Chen Qing very wary of her.

And then there's her fake husband, Pan Hanqing, who was once a top agent of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), a five-star assassin, on par with Gu Xunzhang, the former king of spies for the Communist Party, and five stars in terms of danger.

Li Ningyu's beauty, reminiscent of Lin Daiyu, was very pleasing to Chen Qing's eye. If she recovered from her illness, she might not be so captivating anymore.

However, Chen Qing only admired her. Li Ningyu liked Gu Xiaomeng. The two women were entangled in a love triangle, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

While preparing the medicine, Pan Hanqing observed the couple. His concern was genuine, but Li Ningyu's gaze always carried a complex emotion, unlike the intimate relationship between ordinary couples.

Chen Qing took out her acupuncture needles and sterilized them over an alcohol lamp.

"Take off your coat and lie down on the medical bed." Chen Qing withdrew his hand and placed the sterilized silver needles on a tray lined with white gauze.

He looked up at Li Ningyu, his gaze sweeping over her still slightly heaving chest, and said, "The first acupuncture might hurt a little, just bear with it. This acupuncture will ensure that your asthma doesn't recur for half a month. Come back for another treatment after half a month, and do seven courses of treatment in total. I guarantee that your illness will be cured completely."

Upon hearing this, Li Ningyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Her breathing had not yet fully calmed down, and she still felt a slight tightness in her chest. The suffocating sensation from her earlier asthma attack seemed to linger in her throat.

She looked at Chen Qing. The young doctor in front of her had sharp eyes, unlike the sycophants in No. 76. However, the word "cure" in his words made her a little suspicious. This stubborn disease had followed her for many years. She had sought out famous doctors in Germany but could not get rid of it. Now, in No. 76, which was surrounded by tigers and wolves, a strange doctor was making such a boast.

But she had no choice.

After hesitating for only two seconds, she obediently raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the buttons of her thin wool coat, slowly unbuttoning them one by one.

As she moved, her breathing became slightly rapid, not because of discomfort, but because of an instinctive vigilance. In this dangerous place, exposing any part of her body could pose a hidden risk.

Her coat slipped down, revealing a plain silk bra underneath. The thin fabric clung tightly to her slender figure, making her shoulders and back appear even thinner, and the outline of her spine was faintly visible under her pale skin.

Without any unnecessary movements, she walked straight to the medical bed next to her, lay down gently, placed her hands naturally at her sides, and lowered her eyelids slightly, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, leaving only a section of her beautifully shaped neck, revealing a hint of fragile vulnerability.

Upon seeing this, Pan Hanqing immediately turned his face away, his gaze falling on the gray rain outside the window, adopting a polite demeanor.

His profile was tense, as if he was trying his best to maintain the respect and discretion a husband should show towards his wife, but the overly deliberate posture made him look unnatural.

Chen Qing saw all of this and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips.

He looked down and arranged the silver needles on the tray, thinking to himself: a fake is a fake, no matter how well it is made to look real, it will not hide its flaws.

Why should there be such distant taboos between husband and wife?

If you don't want to look, I'm going to look closely. I'm not only going to look at the acupoints on her body, but I'm also going to admire her properly in front of your husband...