"When summer comes, the willow silk grows, and the eldest girl wanders to the Yangtze River. The scenery south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River is so beautiful, how can the green yarn grow sorghum..."

In the kitchen filled with the aroma of miso, Xiaohuan was humming a song while stirring the soup pot with a spoon. She was humming the latest movie episode. Although she had not seen the movie yet, how magical the paintings were, but she

In a fashionable metropolis, it is inevitable to be influenced by it.

The servants had just returned from the vegetable market with loads of shopping. The vegetable baskets were filled with the freshest vegetables and fruits today. They were standing in front of the sink, sorting and chatting, but their voices were kept low.

"...Tsk, who have you offended..."

"That's right, the streets are full of notices, and they've been hanging up for several days..."

"...Hey, Xiaohuan, have you heard about it?"

When his name was suddenly mentioned, Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment before reacting, "What did you hear?"

"You don't know, oh, you haven't been on the street for a long time."

Seeing her confused look, one of the older maids talked with great interest about what she had seen and heard on the street recently: Orientals are looking for flower girls everywhere, not those who are older, not those who are too fat, too thin, or too dark-skinned, but only for their looks.

She is so beautiful, with tender skin and tender flesh, but I don’t know what she wants to do to her.

Xiaohuan took it as an interesting story and didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, another younger maid immediately followed up, "Didn't you hear it was rumored on the street today? The young master of the Fu family has been found. He is lying in the hospital. It seems that

He’s about to die.”

Xiao Huan's heart skipped a beat, but she resisted the urge to ask. The maid continued, "Think about it again, what is the last name of the female spy on the notice?"

The elderly servant woman was stunned and said, "I'm illiterate, so how can I know what my last name is? I heard someone said it was called 'Yu' or something."

"I know, the surname is 'Yu', Yu Ji's name is Yu Mengwan." The servant who was shabu-shabu next to him casually added. Anyone who goes out on the street these days has more or less heard of this person who is wanted by the whole city.

name.

In a city like Shanghai, news is always flowing like the wind, true or false "insider information", ridiculous rumors, and viral "rewards for capture" gathered together, even if most people are not aware of it.

With an attitude of not having anything to do with it, "the female spies that the Secret Service Headquarters searched for all over the city" has still become a hot topic among idle citizens after dinner.

As for her identity, citizens have three main theories. The first theory is that this woman is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist. She is protected by Zigu God and uses the Ziying Qingsuo Sword, which is like "

"Shi Jianqiao" is generally a strange woman who is not inferior to women, but not many people support this argument. Most of them are novel readers who are obsessed with newspaper serialization.

The second argument is that she was an outstanding female warrior trained by the underground anti-resistance alliance, and they began to pray for her with a very simple concept, hoping that she would leave the devil's cave of Shanghai. People who hold this idea are generally more

Reality, but in fact, various underground organizations in Shanghai have held emergency meetings for this reason, and after repeated discussions, they unanimously confirmed that they did not have a comrade named Yu Mengwan who needed to be rescued.

The last argument is the mainstream. They don't care about the origin of the female spy or what she has committed. They just happily use the height, appearance, age and place of origin on the reward to make up a beautiful and coquettish person with big waves.

The stunning beauty wearing a cheongsam with a high slit, immediately started to smell the "Fairy Girl" cigarettes, and wanted to find her to advertise in the newspaper...

The servant spoke out all the buzzing arguments vividly and vividly. Xiaohuan lowered his head and listened, stirring the spoon in his hand unconsciously. The soup pot was already boiling with scalding heat.

"But you all don't know that this Yu Mengwan actually has an identity." The young maid looked around to make sure there was no one else around, then she lowered her voice to almost inaudible and said mysteriously, "She used to be from the Fu family.

The young master’s fiancée.”

"Really?" Other servants also lowered their voices in cooperation, "How do you know?"

"I was cleaning up the study that day and I saw it secretly." The young maid glanced upward. Although the male owner of this mansion has always been low-key and mysterious, and never had contact with servants like them, things in life are always

I couldn't hide it from the maid who was in charge of it. Fresh fish was often brought into the kitchen, the clothes the washerwoman mended were Japanese kimonos, and the study was full of tadpole-like Japanese characters. Everyone knew many things.

However, in this world, no matter who you work for, it is work, and no one will give up such a good job.

"So, as soon as I heard about the young master of the Fu family today, I knew that this matter must not be simple!" The maid wiped her hands with her apron, as if she had seen through some important secret, although this inference seemed to

It meant that he didn't say anything, but everyone who listened to the gossip felt that they were very satisfied, chatted for a few more words, and then dispersed to get busy.

Xiaohuan turned off the fire and watched silently as the boiling soup gradually stopped bubbling.

"Miss, what on earth are you doing?" Countless questions emerged in her mind, but in the end they fell silent. They only boiled down to a very simple thought: Whatever the lady wants to do, I will help her.

If it were Xiao Huan in the past, her face would have turned pale after hearing such news, but after the bombing at the train station and the days of wandering on the streets, the little maid's heart has changed.

She took off her apron, tightened her hair again, let out a breath, then put on her sleeves with a normal expression, picked up the bucket and rag, and walked up to the second floor.

"Master" is not in the mansion today.

She stepped lightly, but the stairs still made a creaking sound.

The mansion was extremely quiet at this time.

Xiaohuan pursed her lips and looked at the closed door, stretched out her hand to hold the handle, and slowly opened it.

…

"Click——"

The door of the hospital laundry room was pushed outward, and someone came out. She pulled down the hem of her clothes and adjusted her nurse's cap before closing the door softly and walking forward.

"Hello, doctor."

Walking in the corridor of Guangci Hospital, Bai Qianyu smiled and greeted the doctor passing by. The doctor looked down at the report and didn't pay attention. He just raised his eyes slightly and didn't think much about it when he saw that he was wearing a nurse's uniform.

, nodded and left.

Behind him, Bai Qianyu straightened her sleeves, and then moved her neck from side to side. These movements were incompatible with her obviously too sweet smile just now.

Sneaking into Guangci Hospital was not a difficult task, because Pan Biying probably did not expect that she would come so quickly. Guangci Hospital had not yet had time to arrange manpower - even if they learned the news about Fu Shaoze as soon as possible this morning,

You have to think carefully and make adequate preparations. After three to five days, you can find a good time in the dead of night before sneaking in quietly.

Who would have thought that Bai Qianyu would come strolling over at noon that day, carrying a suitcase in her left hand and a fried dough stick in her right hand, as if taking a walk after a meal, she would rush into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, and she even almost fell over because she ate too much.

Don't go through the wall.

The simplest tactic is always the best tactic. The best way to improve work efficiency is always to reduce the work process and add one more link, which will add an element of uncertainty during execution. This is how business is done, like in war.

This is true, and so is killing.

Therefore, Bai Qianyu just took her belongings with her, made some arrangements, found a blind spot during lunch time and sneaked into the hospital's laundry room, picked out a well-fitting nurse uniform from the rack, and began to think about solving the problem.

"Squeak..."

As Bai Qianyu walked forward, her eyes naturally glanced at the door numbers hanging in the rooms on both sides of the corridor. The door of the consulting room in front suddenly opened, and a hospital bed was pushed out, but it was slightly stuck on the steps at the door. The nurse held the sling bottle in her hand and turned it around.

But when she came to the front of the car, she quickly stepped up to help.

Her movements were all natural, as if she were an ordinary little nurse in this hospital.

After walking through the corridor, the hall was very quiet, and the temperature seemed to be a few degrees lower than outside. From time to time, nurses and doctors came and went. Everything seemed to be as usual, except that the registration waiting area was a little deserted, probably due to the control of the Secret Service Headquarters and the new patients.

It is difficult for patients to seek medical treatment, so they have to choose another hospital.

In the hall, there were a few people in uniforms wandering around, and a few were hiding in corners smoking, or sitting with their legs crossed reading newspapers, their postures looked very loose. When Bai Qianyu passed by two of them,

I also heard them yawning and complaining.

"That guy named Pan is out of his mind..."

"It means... using a chicken feather as an arrow, you can catch a ghost in broad daylight..."

"Wait a while and take a nap, I won't be able to hold on anymore..."

The sun was shining brightly at noon and the atmosphere was peaceful. Bai Qianyu picked up a kettle and watered the green radish in the corner of the hall. The agents next to her chatted casually. They didn't know who they wanted to arrest.

At this time, the distance from him was less than three meters.

After being wanted for so long, Bai Qianyu already knew that the other party no longer had a photo of her, and there were so many nurses in the hospital, many of whom were similar in height and appearance to her. It was impossible for them to identify each nurse's appearance.

She listened with interest for a while to the two agents' family disputes, and then left the hall.

After passing the administrative office area, Bai Qianyu went up the stairs to the second floor. Before going upstairs, she looked at the floor navigation. Each floor had different department categories, and the operating room and intensive care unit were all on the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is obviously a "high-risk zone" in the hospital, because it is too difficult to strictly control every floor, and the secret service headquarters does not have so many manpower to be on call in the hospital every day. If I were to assume Pan Biying's perspective, I would definitely pay special attention to it.

There is an "Intensive Care Unit" on the fifth floor.

Sure enough, when Bai Qianyu pretended to be a trainee nurse and sneaked into the nurse's lounge of the injection department to chat, she easily heard from the nurses that there was a "big shot" living on the fifth floor, and there were no idlers waiting there.

Allowed to go up.

At the end of lunch time, Bai Qianyu said goodbye to the nurses in the injection department with a smile. She also used a few words of friendship to get two hair ropes and tied her hair into braids. She looked like the little nurses in the hospital, which was enough to look fake.

However, she never wanted to go to the fifth floor.

You don't need to think about it to know that guarding Fu Shaoze's ward is a trap. She doesn't want to risk her own life. If Fu Shaoze really falls into Pan Biying's hands, then it will be a matter of course for her to kill Pan Biying and save Xiao Fu's classmate.

What's more, whether Fu Shaoze is in the hospital is still an unknown factor.

In the afternoon, she found an opportunity to sneak into the director's office, forged a certificate with an official seal, and stuffed it in the file of this week's temporary staff - the demand for medical staff, especially nurses, has surged since the war began, and the Red Cross will report weekly

Several of them will be transferred. After a while, if other hospitals are short of manpower, they will be "transferred" again.

According to her plan, today's matter will be completed today, and the matter will probably not be dragged out to the point where the file will be checked, but there is nothing wrong with making more preparations.

Next, she began to "help" in various departments in a serious manner.

She calls herself Xiao Huang, a college student who resolutely gave up her writing to practice medicine when she saw the national crisis. She has just been training at the Red Cross for two weeks, but she has done some research on new technologies developed abroad. She is thick-skinned and eloquent, and her rhetoric is flawless.

I thought it would be a bit difficult to get over the technical aspects, but who knew that her first-aid skills in her previous life were compared to her current persona of "temporary nurse transferred by the Red Cross", and it was even a bit surprising - the awareness of sterility has almost become instinctive.

The frequency of hand washing and disinfection is even better than that of active nurses, which has impressed many doctors.

As evening approached, the garrison strength of Guangci Hospital was significantly strengthened. Hidden lines were also placed throughout the hospital. There were people wearing windbreakers with collars turned up, people reading newspapers who had nothing to do with themselves, and people wearing mandarins and hats with expressions on their faces.
To be continued...