Chapter 137: Lie Flat

There was an instant silence.

Everyone looked on in shock at what had just happened.

Shock!

In broad daylight!

In the middle of the street!

How dare someone do such a thing!

'Dr Xia...'

'Dr Xia...'

Someone muttered quietly.

Zhang Yong then knew. The female doctor he was holding was surnamed Xia.

Of course, this was the name she had adopted after disguising herself as a Chinese. She was Japanese. She probably also had a Japanese name.

Did she belong to the Special High Section? Or the Kirin Agency? The Dan Agency?

Or, more familiar, the Orchid Agency?

Hu Bin's confession mentioned the Orchid Agency. This indicated that the Orchid Agency had already appeared.

If the Orchid Agency had already appeared, had the Plum Agency, Chrysanthemum Agency and Bamboo Agency also appeared? They had just not been noticed by the Chinese.

The Japanese secret service was quite arbitrary. Before surrendering, the Japanese destroyed all the information. Therefore, future generations have not studied them in depth.

They know that there was such an agency. However, the details and history are not well known.

'Hmm...'

Suddenly, his foot felt a sharp pain.

It was the female spy who had stepped on his foot.

Haha. She is a female spy after all. Her reaction was extremely quick. The heel was very well placed.

She wasn't wearing high heels. They were flat shoes. Without professional training, it would be impossible to step on the heel.

And someone without professional training wouldn't know how to get away like that either.

There was a method to the way she stepped and where she stepped.

Fine, I'll let you go for now.

Zhang Yong let go of her hand. He stepped back. To prevent her from counterattacking.

What if she had a knife?

"Rascal!'

'What's your name, beautiful?'

'Get lost!'

Dr Xia was furious.

He turned angrily into the side corridor. He disappeared.

Zhang Yong smiled. He waved his hand. He called out to the people around him, 'Scatter, scatter. What's there to see? Haven't you seen it before?'

As he spoke, he casually pulled out his Fuxing Society ID card. He drove the people around him away.

A few garrison soldiers rushed in. When they saw his ID card, they silently retreated again. Zhang Yong also turned around and returned to the ward.

Song Ziyu was right behind him. She leisurely lay on the corridor and watched.

Zhang Yong glanced at her and shrugged.

You saw everything? I'm just a scumbag like this. Stay away from me.

If you weren't from the Song family, I would have eaten you up a long time ago. But the Song family, I can't afford to mess with them. So, you'd better go!

Out of sight, out of mind.

'Her name is Xia Lan,' Song Ziyu said from the corridor, "she's my friend.'

'Your friend?" Zhang Yong's mind immediately started to wander.

Xia Lan? A Japanese spy. What is her goal? Is it to get close to Song Ziyu?

His mind slowly opened up. First get close to Song Ziyu, and then get close to the Song family?

If she wants to gather intelligence, there are only two ways.

First, at the Army General Hospital, gather intelligence through her own ears. Remember, summarise and analyse what others inadvertently reveal, and then compile it. Form intelligence.

Second, is to get close to a certain key figure. And then extract intelligence from this key figure.

Obviously, the latter method yields higher quality intelligence.

Genuine classified information cannot be passed around in a hospital. And no one would leak it so easily.

These beautiful female spies must have their own objectives.

For men, beauty is the best means. It has been tried and tested throughout the ages.

So the question is –

who is Fang Muyu targeting?

And who is Xia Lan targeting?

Doubts...

Determined to find out.

A thought occurred to him. He went over to Song Ziyu.

'Let me ask you something.'

'Go ahead.'

'Does Xia Lan have a boyfriend?'

'No. She just returned from studying abroad. She went to Stanford.'

'Stanford?'

Zhang Yong was secretly impressed.

It seems that this female doctor is highly artistic!

How highly?

Three or four stories high.

A medical student from Stanford is working here as a spy?

The Japanese invaders definitely didn't waste talent, did they?

Oh, the Japanese high command has always valued men over women and looked down on women. In their eyes, women are just tools.

In the spy agency, women are even more tools among tools.

Including their bodies, they are all tools. No one will feel pity for them.

'You definitely don't know Stanford.'

'I've heard of it.'

'Oh? Who did you hear it from?'

'I was in Shanghai before and heard the foreigners talk about it. In California, what state?'

'California.'

'Oh, California...'

Zhang Yong shut up.

Okay, the name was a bit of a mouthful.

But in Song Ziyu's opinion, it was as if Zhang Yong had never heard of the state before.

A little sense of superiority welled up inside her. She had finally managed to outdo the other person in something. She wasn't so incompetent after all.

'I'll help you woo Xia Lan!'

'What?'

'Don't you like pretty girls? I'll help you! Xia Lan is a doctor, and she can be useful to you. She can also be useful to me.'

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'Er...'

Zhang Yong was sure that Song Ziyu's thinking was a bit abnormal.

Are you the main wife trying to help your husband take a concubine? You're making yourself seem more virtuous than the empresses of ancient times. I'm really impressed.

'I'm leaving!'

Zhang Yong said goodbye. He returned to his own ward.

A moment later, Dai Yice came in, beaming. Overjoyed.

'What are you so happy about?'

'I've got you in touch with Dr Xia. I've personally asked her to come back and examine you.'

'What Dr Xia?'

'Xia Lan from the neurosurgery department. A real beauty. I guarantee you'll like her.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong looked strange.

I do like her. Very much. But...

It seems that there is no need for this anymore.

Just now, it seems that we had a little disagreement...

Just as I was about to speak, there were footsteps outside. Then I saw Xia Lan enter, followed by two nurses.

Zhang Yong: ...

Well, what a coincidence.

For a moment, I didn't know what would happen next.

Xia Lan looked up...

and saw Zhang Yong...

All expressions immediately froze.

Zhang Yong smiled awkwardly and waved at the other person, 'Hello, Dr. Xia...'

Xia Lan took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling visibly. She was obviously trying to suppress her anger. Fortunately, she didn't have a scalpel in her hand, otherwise...

She really wanted to stab him twice.

'Dr Xia, my brother has a wound on the back of his head. Could you please take a look and see if there are any after-effects...'

'I understand,'

Xia Lan replied coldly.

Immediately, her expression gradually returned to normal.

She went behind Zhang Yong, reached up and pressed her hand against his head, and began to examine the wound on the back of his head.

Suddenly, she applied pressure with her fingers.

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong let out a muffled grunt.

He knew that the other person was taking revenge, but he had to bear it.

After all, the other person was doing an examination. Dai Yice continued to watch.

Xia Lan's fingers continued to apply pressure.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong screamed in an exaggerated manner.

Damn you, female spy. Just wait. I will definitely make you pay in the future.

Damn it, you deliberately pinched me.

When I reveal your identity, I will pinch you back ten times...

'He's mentally fine.'

'Really?'

'He can feel pain, which means his nerves are not damaged.'

'That's good, that's good.'

'I'll keep an eye on him. From now on, I'll be in charge of his treatment.'

'That's great. Thank you, Dr Xia.'

'You're welcome.'

Xia Lan turned and walked away.

Leaving the two nurses to tend to the wound.

Zhang Yong: ...

'My friend, you are truly blessed!'

'Why is that?'

'This Dr Xia is the number one beauty at the Army General Hospital.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was convinced. Dai Yice was not yet aware of what had just happened. Otherwise, he would definitely not have said that.

Alas, he had only managed to shoot himself in the foot.

However, he was certain that his days in the hospital would definitely not continue to be boring.

A beautiful female Japanese spy was enough to keep him occupied.

The question now was how to blackmail her in order to get the most out of her.

Her body, he definitely wanted.

Her money...

Her boss...

I want it all.

But I can't alert the others.

Oh, this is a bit difficult!

I finally have two helpers. But one of them is seriously injured, and the other one is a fraud. The seriously injured one has been shot three times, and I don't think he'll be able to do anything for a month or two.

The other one took 50,000 yuan from me, saying that he'll sell his life to me. But I don't think he'll be reliable. I might have to wipe his ass for the rest of my life.

Oh, I'm worried.

In other people's spy dramas, the main characters are handsome and rich, intelligent and brave, and they move between various parties with ease, exuding a sense of style...

But when it comes to myself, I can't do anything without running into problems. And I'm even being bullied by a female Japanese spy!

Oh, I'm so sad, I don't even want to face people.

Lie down.

No, that's not right. I should lie on my stomach.

Because I have a wound on the back of my head. I can't lie down. I can only lie on my stomach.

This is so uncomfortable...