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

Chen Qing smiled slightly: "The old lady has been ill for too long, and the blockage in her meridians still needs to be cleared. She can't walk for the time being. You can come to my clinic another day, and I will give her a few more acupuncture treatments, prescribe some medicine, and combine it with our family's traditional massage. I guarantee she will recover completely."

The middle-aged man, with tears welling in his eyes, exclaimed, "Doctor! You are like a second parent to our family! For the past six months, I've taken my mother everywhere seeking medical treatment. She suffered so much, and we wasted so much money, but nothing helped. You cured her with just a few acupuncture needles! I truly don't know how to repay your immense kindness!"

Chen Qing quickly said, "Saving lives is a doctor's duty; there's no need for this."

The man nodded repeatedly, wiped away his tears, and gripped Chen Qing's hand tightly, his voice choked with emotion: "Absolutely! Doctor, we'll do whatever you say! As for the consultation fee... whatever you name, I won't haggle!"

Chen Qing smiled slightly: "I won't charge you. Even if you're cured, it won't cost much. Come to my clinic in three days. I'll give you an address."

"Okay, I'll bring my mother to your clinic in three days." The man thanked him profusely. Chen Qing hadn't brought any paper or pen, so he dictated the prescription and told him to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

"Dr. Chen, please wait a moment!"

The man hurriedly got up and left, but soon returned, covered in sweat, with a pen and paper in his hand.

Chen Qing wrote down a prescription and left him her address. The man said his name was Zhou Fushan and that he lived not far away.

The man thanked her profusely again and pushed his mother away. After the onlookers had dispersed, Chen Qing lifted a corner of the heavy stone chair and rummaged under the chair legs for a while, but found nothing.

It seems that since the massacre at the Shanghai station of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Squirrel has also entered a state of silence, or has already sacrificed himself.

Chen Qing got up, took the newspaper, and went back to Ping'an Lane.

After dinner, Chen Qing tidied up and prepared to go to bed when the landlady pushed open the door and walked in. She swayed her slender waist as she walked up to Chen Qing and stretched out her hand.

"Xiao Chen, you earned one hundred yuan today. Fifty yuan is mine, plus fifteen yuan for rent, which is equivalent to forty-five yuan in legal tender. Give me ninety-five yuan."

Helpless, Chen Qing took out the hundred yuan in legal tender and handed it to her. The money hadn't even warmed his hands before it changed hands.

The landlady was overjoyed, but seeing Chen Qing's helpless expression, she felt a little embarrassed and took out ten yuan in legal tender from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"Never mind, we're all neighbors. You can keep this ten yuan to buy cigarettes, I'll just take ninety yuan."

Chen Qing forced a smile: "Thank you, landlady."

After seeing the landlady off, Chen Qing closed the door and went upstairs to the bedroom. He took out a radio from a hidden compartment under the floor, turned on the bedside lamp, and turned on the radio.

The radio emitted a crackling sound, which gradually stabilized after a few seconds. He tuned the frequency and turned the volume down to just enough for himself to hear.

This is his daily work; he has to listen to the news on time, whether there is any intelligence or not.

At exactly nine o'clock, a steady female voice came from the loudspeaker: "Now broadcasting, 5638, 1792, 4051, 9366, 2801, 7527..."

Chen Qing quickly jotted down the string of numbers.

After a brief pause, the female voice repeated the same string of numbers, then switched back to a soothing opera excerpt, melodious and gentle, as if the previous broadcast had never happened.

Chen Qing took out a thick Qing Dynasty edition of "Three Words and Two Slaps" and flipped through it, comparing it with the numbers on the paper, and wrote down a line of text.

"Parrot, the special envoy has departed from Hong Kong and will arrive in Shanghai in three days. Quickly check the whereabouts of the film reel."

Chen Qing felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed that headquarters already knew that his liaison station had not been destroyed and was about to be reactivated.

He burned the piece of paper with the intelligence written on it. The paper burned to ashes in the ashtray, casting flickering light on his face.

Who will be the special envoy?

The film roll is now in his hands.

How did headquarters know that he was still alive, how could they be so sure that he hadn't betrayed them, and how could they be so certain that he knew about the film?

There must be another pair of eyes watching me, perhaps from another line, but definitely from one of my own.

If I dared to betray them and join 76, I'm afraid this person would kill me without hesitation.

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

The next morning, before Chen Qing even opened the door, he heard a loud banging on the door.

He opened the door and saw Lin Sihai, followed by a young woman. The woman wore a light gray suit skirt that reached just to her knees, which accentuated her tall and neat figure. Her short, ear-length hair was neatly combed, with tidy bangs framing her forehead, and she wore thin-rimmed glasses, giving her a refined and cultured appearance.

Lin Sihai introduced, "This is Sun Qian, a reporter from Shenbao, who wants to interview about the gunfight that day."

Chen Qing quickly ushered the two in. Lin Sihai pulled him aside and whispered, "The higher-ups negotiated with the Japanese, but they got humiliated. They're furious and planning to have a reporter expose this to embarrass the Japanese. You'd better cooperate."

Chen Qing's heart sank. If this matter were reported, would the Japanese retaliate against him? He didn't want to get himself into any more trouble.

But Lin Sihai made it clear that if he refused, he would definitely suffer the consequences. These people are all troublemakers.

"I'll cooperate, I'll absolutely cooperate." Chen Qing forced a bitter smile.

"Hello Dr. Chen, I'm Sun Qian, a reporter from Shenbao. I'm here today specifically to learn about the gunfight that day," the female reporter greeted Chen Qing with a warm smile.

"You're too kind, Ms. Sun. Please feel free to ask me anything."

"Please tell me what happened!" Sun Qian took out a pen and a shorthand notebook.

Chen Qing reluctantly recounted the situation, while Sun Qian lowered her head and quickly transcribed it in her notebook.

After Chen Qing finished speaking, Sun Qian looked up and asked, "Dr. Chen, according to you, the military police searched your clinic and killed a Communist Party member named Wang Shen. It is said that he stole important intelligence from the military police. Do you know exactly what this intelligence is?"

Chen Qing quickly shook his head: "How would I know? I'm just a doctor, how would I know those things? I'm just an ordinary citizen, why would I care about these fighting and scheming things? I just want to live a peaceful life and not cause any trouble."

Having failed to uncover any crucial information, Sun Qian pressed on, "I learned from relevant sources that what was taken from Wang Shen's stomach was just a blank film reel. Is it possible that he hid the real intelligence with you?"

Chen Qing was so angry that his nose was crooked. What did he mean by that? Reporters love to stir up trouble and create sensational news.

If the news gets out that Wang Shen might have hidden intelligence with me, I estimate I'll be arrested and tortured in the 76th Division immediately. Those people would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

"Reporter Sun, don't talk nonsense. I really don't know anything about intelligence. That day, the people from 76 searched the clinic inside and out, and they searched me too. If there really was intelligence, I would have been arrested long ago. Don't write anything. If the people from 76 see this, I won't be able to save my life."

Sun Qian closed her notebook, stood up, and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Chen. That's all for today. I may bother you again if needed."

"No problem." Chen Qing stood up to see him off.

Lin Sihai led Sun Qian away. Chen Qing looked at Sun Qian's slender figure and felt uneasy. The people in the French Concession had ill intentions. This Sun Qian looked pretty, but she wasn't a good person. They were just hoping to cause some trouble.

The day passed quietly like this, with hardly any guests coming.

The next morning, Chen Qing got up early to buy a copy of the newspaper and saw a shocking headline on the front page.

Gunfight between No. 76 and the Communist Party in the French Concession; No. 76 agents disembowel people to extract intelligence!

Chen Qing read the report carefully and was furious.

The report not only recounted the entire incident, stating that the Japanese had lost important intelligence, but also quoted the author to describe in detail the inhumane act of the Japanese cutting open Wang Shen's stomach to retrieve the information, portraying the agents of the 76th Special Agent Unit as ruthless demons.

Seeing this naturally makes one grit their teeth at Number 76, but Chen Qing knew that big trouble was coming.

He walked heavily toward the clinic, but before he had taken two steps, a black sedan suddenly sped up from behind, screeched to a halt, and blocked his way.

Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat. He took two steps back and was about to run when something hard was already pressing against his lower back.

"Dr. Chen, our superior requests your presence. Please come with us."

Chen Qing was put into the car, with the gun pressed against his waist the whole time.

His hands were quickly tied, and a black cloth bag was put over his head, plunging him into darkness. Amid the horrified gazes of passersby, the car sped away, disappearing from Ping'anli.

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