Espionage: I can read memory information

Chapter 40 Requires Medicine

Central Hospital.

The leaders of the other two groups left the hospital with their people after realizing they had nothing to do.

Although there is competition between the three groups from time to time, today it was Shen Yi from the first action group who was treating them to dinner, so they couldn't stay and watch the show.

After the other two groups left, Lin Jiang went straight up and kicked each of the few junior agents guarding the area.

"Useless! What are you all good for?!"

The roar startled Wu Fuchun, who was now mostly sober, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Seeing the murderous look in Lin Jiang's eyes, he almost knelt down on the ground.

"Team...team leader, I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't try to explain to me, go explain to the section chief later!" Lin Jiang roared.

Upon hearing the words "Director," Wu Fuchun could no longer hold back and immediately knelt down on the ground.

At this moment, Shen Yi also came downstairs. He had just arrived at the Central Hospital and immediately went up to the third floor to check on Tang Feifan's condition.

He knew, of course, that Tang Feifan would be fine, but outwardly he was equally unaware that there were Communists on the second floor, so going to check on Tang Feifan was the right thing to do.

After seeing Fang Wei and the other two protecting Tang Feifan closely, he pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, praised them a few times, and then came down.

"Brother Lin, what exactly happened?" Shen Yi asked.

Lin Jiang sighed upon hearing this, "Alas! Things have come to this point, Brother Shen, I won't hide anything from you anymore."

"There was actually a Communist Party member in the Central Hospital. He'd been detained for a week, and he'd finally woken up recently. But before he could be transferred to the intelligence department, he was rescued!"

"What?" Shen Yi asked in surprise.

"Don't be offended, brother. I didn't mean to hide it from you..."

"Brother Lin, you don't need to say anything more. I know the rules of the department. Let's go to the site and take a look first," Shen Yi said.

Lin Jiang nodded upon hearing this; he was genuinely worried that a rift had developed between him and Shen Yi.

The two then went to the door of ward 203 on the second floor and began to survey the scene.

There were four bodies at the scene, and there were no signs of a struggle, indicating that the perpetrators were experienced.

Shen Yi stepped forward and examined the four corpses one by one. Three of them had their throats slit, while the last one, lying on the chair, had been shot in the head.

Lin Jiang was also observing; after examining several corpses, he carefully surveyed the surrounding environment.

He then turned to one of the remaining agents and asked, "How many gunshots did you hear at the beginning?"

The man thought for a moment and stammered, "Well... it seems like there were two sounds."

"I need a definite answer!" Lin Jiang roared angrily.

At this moment, a spy standing nearby quickly said, "It was...it was just two sounds, I heard them clearly."

Shen Yi then picked up the pistol from the corpse on the chair, opened the magazine, and took a look.

"Brother Lin, he's missing a bullet in his gun."

Lin Jiang nodded upon hearing this. "I just carefully examined the surrounding walls and didn't find any bullet marks."

"That means someone on the other side must have been shot," the two said simultaneously.

"Brother Shen and I are thinking the same thing," Lin Jiang said with a smile.

He then immediately issued the order, "Yunshan, Su Mao."

"Your subordinate is here!"...

"Go notify the police to conduct a city-wide manhunt for communists, search all medical facilities and pharmacies, and arrest all suspicious individuals!"

He didn't believe the Red Party would ignore the fact that someone in the Red Party had been shot and that the person who was rescued was also wounded.

"Also, get me the information on all the staff of the Central Hospital," Lin Jiang continued.

The fact that the rescuers were able to reach the second floor of the hospital so late at night means they must have been wearing doctors' uniforms, and the uniforms of the Central Hospital have markings on the chest.

If he just grabbed any random outfit and wore it, his spies would definitely spot it.

Moreover, the fact that the other party escaped so quickly suggests they were very familiar with the hospital environment.

Therefore, Lin Jiang believed that there must be a Communist Party insider in the hospital!

"yes!"…

. . . . . .

Wuyi Lane.

Song Yu bought a house here to use as a safe house for the Red Party.

At this moment, Song Yu frowned as he looked at Zhou Yihui, who was lying unconscious on the bed, while Xia Lan checked on his condition.

According to Chen Liang, he was awake before, but suddenly fainted halfway through the journey.

Seeing that Xia Lan had finished examining him, Song Yu quickly went over and asked, "How is he?"

"He was seriously injured before, shot three times. Even if none of the shots hit vital organs, it's a miracle he woke up," Xia Lan said.

"It must have aggravated the wound, causing it to reopen and bleed, which led to him falling into a coma."

"I've already done some basic treatment, but other medications will be needed later."

"Don't I have enough medicine?" Song Yu asked hurriedly.

He had anticipated that the comrades he was rescuing might need medicine, so he brought some with him.

"Yes, that's not enough. He might get inflamed later and will need anti-inflammatory medication. It would be even better if we had sulfonamides. He'll also need some other medications to help with the treatment," Xia Lan said.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu frowned even more deeply.

He did have some medicines, but he didn't have sulfonamides.

Even someone of his status would find it difficult to obtain such an extremely rare medicine easily.

Moreover, the Secret Service is definitely searching for them everywhere right now, and if he rashly buys medicine at this time, it will definitely attract attention.

"How about I go back to the hospital this morning and see if there are any left? I might be able to steal some," Xia Lan said softly.

She was a nurse at the Central Hospital and had heard stories about people stealing medicine from the hospital.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu immediately refused, saying, "No! The risk is too great. We can't take the risk, and the Secret Service will definitely be staking out the hospital."

Xia Lan knew this was too risky, but sulfonamides weren't easy to get, and she worried that Song Yu wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

At this moment, Chen Liang pushed open the door and walked in, saying anxiously, "Brother Song, Xiao Dongzi has fainted, and his head is burning hot!"

The "Little Dongzi" that Chen Liang mentioned was Yu Dong, who had been shot earlier.

Upon hearing this, Song Yu and Xia Lan hurriedly went out and arrived at the room where Yu Dong was.

Yu Dong's shoulder was wrapped in bandages, which Xia Lan had just given him a quick treatment.

Xia Lan stepped forward to check on Yu Dong's condition, then said, "The bullet in his shoulder must be removed immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Liang quickly said, "Then hurry up and take it out for him!"

Yu Dong was his good brother, and he was more anxious than anyone else; his mind went completely blank.

Xia Lan wasn't angry; instead, she explained carefully:

"Removing the bullet without anesthesia would be excruciatingly painful for him, and there's a risk of infection later, requiring anti-inflammatory medication."

After saying that, she looked at Song Yu again, "Uncle Song, why don't you let me give it a try?"

Song Yu is also very anxious, but he knows he must remain calm.

"Chen Liang, you stay here and guard the house. I'm going out to find medicine."

"Xia Lan, take good care of them first. If I can't find the medicine, then we'll do as you said."

Seeing Song Yu like this, the two gradually calmed down.

"yes!"…

Song Yu then left the safe house and went to the black market.

He went to the black market where the shop he directly managed was located; that was his first choice.

If that store doesn't have it, I'll have to try other black markets.

He hadn't been to that store for a while, and hoped that this time God would be on his side.