The west room was quiet, burning incense and cooking tea. Fu Mingcheng arrived the latest, and his expression was gloomy. After taking his seat, he was silent except for slight pauses to Yokogawa on the opposite side to express his first meeting etiquette, and did not show any respect or humility. Kimura looked a little unhappy. Yokogawa did not dislike him at all. He watched him for a moment and smiled at Kimura: "The eyebrows and eyes are warm, and the people are deep and broad. This is a symbol of broad life and longevity."

Kimura said respectfully: "Teacher, you are right."

Fu Mingcheng knew that Yokogawa was talking about himself, but he was still silent. Kimura turned to him and said, "Mingcheng, when you came to Japan to study, the teacher had just finished his 30 years of asceticism in China, returned to China to retreat, and devoted himself to writing, so you have never met the teacher. But I talked about you in front of the teacher a long time ago, and I am not unfamiliar with you, and he has also read your graduation thesis and admired you very much, and regarded you as his family."

You should know that in the island country, many people are struggling to get in touch with Yokogawa but have no way to do so. Needless to say, the academic world, the military, the political world, and even the business world are proud of their ability to interact with Yokogawa. However, although Yokogawa is now respectful, he still maintains his usual simple style, and does not receive courtesy and keeps countless people out. Now he regards Fu Mingcheng as his own clan. If this is in the island country, it will definitely be the supreme glory, and many people dream of it.

Fu Mingcheng's expression did not change much, and he nodded slightly to Yokogawa on the opposite side: "I accept your misunderstanding. I know that I am dull and dare not humiliate my sect."

Kimura was unhappy again and frowned slightly, but Yokogawa still smiled and looked at Fu Mingcheng: "Young people have their own ideas, I appreciate it. When I was young, I decided to give up everything to travel to China. My teachers and friends learned about my decision and would have dissuaded them. If I had not persisted at that time, I would not have been able to write today."

"Teacher, your achievements are unmatched. Your tolerant heart and selfless dedication have made me admire you."

Yokogawa waved his hand slightly: "Do you know what impressed me the most for the thirty years of traveling in China?"

Fu Mingcheng was still silent. Kimura didn't know, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything, and said with his head down: "Please make it clear by your teacher."

"In the past thirty years, I have only one follower around me. I have been in danger many times on the journey. As for the dilemma of having no food to eat, no water to drink, it is even more common. If it weren't for the repeated help from villagers, I would have died on the road long ago." He sighed, "I was deeply impressed by the kindness of the Chinese people and I will never forget it for my whole life."

Kimura was moved: "Teacher, you have also helped you with medical practice all the way. You are my role model."

"It is my duty to study medicine, and there is nothing to say. But it is these thirty years of travel that have made me feel deeply saddened by the suffering of the Chinese people. Many places I have passed by, starving for thousands of miles and mourning. The world should be together. If I can see the Chinese people escape from hardship and prosper with me, Japan, then my thirty years will not be wasted."

"Teacher, don't worry!" Kimura looked firm, "This is what we are doing now, helping China get rid of backwardness and improve people's livelihood-"

Kimura turned to Fu Mingcheng.

"Mingcheng, I'm calling you today, and there's something you need to join. In our Japanese Empire, vaccination of vaccination is very common, especially for children. But in your China, there are very few children who have received vaccination so far. Last year, the teacher's book reprinted, and he gave me a total of about 5,000 silver dollars and asked me to vaccinate vaccination for Chinese children. You are also a doctor, and you should know the benefits of this matter. But I am now in addition to the hospital, so I'm also busy with other matters, so I'm also calling you here, hoping to work with me to promote the progress of this plan, so as not to let down the teacher's good intentions."

Fu Mingcheng finally spoke again: "Thank you Mr. Yokogawa for your kindness. I am willing to join in this matter."

Yokogawa smiled and nodded: "Leave it to you."

Mrs. Kimura bowed and invited the three of them to have dinner, saying that dinner was ready.

The meal is a traditional Japanese diet. After drinking some sake, after the meal, Kimura invited Yokogawa into the study to appreciate calligraphy and paintings, and explained to Fu Mingcheng: "The teacher has no interest in things outside of him, and his only hobby in his life is calligraphy. My current interest also comes from the influence of the teacher. The teacher especially recommended Wang Duo's cursive script and believed that he was another saint of calligraphy after Wang Youjun. His "Missing Shan Yuantie" can be called a magic pen, and even above Wang Youjun."

He turned to Yokogawa: "I know you are coming, and I received a cursive script that is said to be the original copy of Wang Duo, but I am not sure of it myself. I want to ask the teacher to make an appraisal."

Yokogawa showed interest. After Kimura cleansed his hands, he took out a yellow scroll, placed it on the table, and slowly spread it out. Yokogawa stepped forward, carefully appreciated it, slightly excited, and exclaimed: "The brushwork is elegant, the dragon and snake dance, the spirit is smooth, and it forms a unique style. It should undoubtedly be the original work."

Kimura smiled and said, "Then let's borrow flowers to offer Buddha, ask the teacher to accept it with a smile, and take it back and give it a comment."

"I know, teacher, you never accept gifts." He said again, "This is collected by chance. The cost is only a few dozen silver dollars. It is nothing. Just treat the students' wishes. Please do not refuse. If the teacher is willing to write a book, the students will be extremely honored."

Yokogawa obviously liked this character very much and was in good spirits tonight, so he agreed. Before coming to the desk, he picked up the pen and dipped it ink, pondered for a moment, and wrote a few words.

When Fu Mingcheng looked at it, he saw four big characters "Fuxi the Kingdom of Pleasure", with rich ink and full of brushwork and straight into his eyes.

After Yokogawa finished writing, he looked at him in Kimura's endless praise.

That night, Yokogawa was enjoying his life and left under plainclothes guards. Fu Mingcheng then said goodbye.

Kimura sent him out and walked away and laughed: "Mingcheng, you should also know Wang Duo. A celebrity in the late Ming Dynasty was moved by the decay of the Ming Dynasty and mourned the difficulties of people's livelihood. So in the first year of Shunzhi, he resolutely entered the Qing Dynasty as an official, and was successively awarded the title of Minister of Rites, Bachelor of Hongwen Academy, and Shaobao of the Prince. When he died in the ninth year of Shunzhi, he not only enjoyed the honor and mourning, but also received the posthumous title of Wen'an. His name behind him was the same as his calligraphy, which lasted for hundreds of years, and is still highly respected until now."

He stopped at the door.

"Mingcheng, why should I help you instead of supporting your brother? There is only one reason. I have told you more than once. I admire you very much. You have a mind and ability that surpasses most of you Chinese. I have known you for many years. You are generous and gentle, which is the advantage I appreciate. If you can understand and support my good intentions and work with me, it will be a great thing for you and me, or both countries."

His words were sincere and heart-to-heart. Fu Mingcheng was still silent. Kimura's face was still smiling, but his eyes began to shine with chills, and his tone changed slightly.

"My Great Japan supports you in China, hoping that you can develop with us and enjoy the benefits brought by advanced political and economic systems. This is the general trend and no one can stop you."

He paused.

"It's not only the people, but we also have extensive support within your government. Mingcheng, you have the intention to prosper the country in an industry, and you also have this ability. Is it your own ability to stop the car by overestimating your ability, or to know the world, be a real man, join the torrent, and do truly useful things for your country, your suffering people, all depends on your choice."

"My teacher also has high hopes for you. He wrote the last four words in his hand, which is profound. If you go back to Mingcheng, you can slowly understand it-"

Fu Mingcheng was in a daze. At this time, someone rode a bicycle in the distance and rushed towards this side along the village road. It was the vice president of Qinghe Hospital, who hired a Chinese man. Seeing Kimura standing under the lantern at the door, shouting: "Director, something is wrong, something happened to the hospital-"

Kimura frowned, and the man noticed Fu Mingcheng beside him, hurriedly closed his mouth, rode close to him, and threw himself off the car and kept wiping his sweat.

"What happened?" Kimura asked.

The other party hurried forward and said that someone suddenly came to the police station at night and broke into the hospital, claiming that someone reported to Qinghe's hospital for crimes such as stealing corpses and sucking children under the guise of curing and saving diseases. It also claimed that the evidence was conclusive. The victim also came and cried at the entrance of the hospital. At least hundreds of people surrounded the hospital. The police blocked the front and back doors and drove out the doctors and nurses on duty, saying that they wanted to search for evidence.

When Qinghe Hospital was first selected, it was specially built in the old city area for people-friendly reasons. Therefore, in terms of administrative management, it belongs to Tiancheng Police Station.

Kimura's face turned ugly, "Who are the people surrounding the hospital? Ordinary people nearby?"

"Those people seemed to be the common people, but a few of them were the gangsters from Sifanghui! Before, St. Mary's Hospital hired them to distribute advertisements and took people to see a doctor all day long! Tonight's incident should be that St. Mary's Hospital bribed the gangsters to deliberately seek trouble, and maliciously spread rumors, destroying the normal operation of our hospital!"

Tiancheng has opened a new French hospital this year, which is different from the national military medical school affiliated to civilians. French hospitals are similar to Qinghe Hospital. They mainly do business for middle and upper-class citizens. They often cost dozens of yuan for hospitalization. The two sides will inevitably compete. Although Qinghe Hospital has been tolerant, the French hospital that has just arrived regards Qinghe Hospital, which has been running for many years, as an opponent, and has played against each other before.

Kimura pondered. Fu Mingcheng asked if he needed to come forward to find the mayor himself. Kimura thought for a while and shook his head: "It's better for me to go to the consulate and let the consulate come forward to solve it. This is more convenient and prevent future troubles!"

Kiyohe Hospital is his important event location. He is surrounded by trouble every now and then. No matter how well Kimura is in good condition, his face is still unhappy now.

Fu Mingcheng no longer intervened and said goodbye. Kimura had something to do, so he stopped him. He ordered the vice president to say a few words, and then parted ways and went to find the consul himself, while the vice president rushed back to the hospital first.

Although it was almost midnight, people were still crowded near the gate of Qinghe Hospital. The entrance of the hospital was guarded by the police and no one was allowed to enter and exit. The doctors and nurses on duty stood outside. Several people wearing colorful gowns looked like gangsters jumped and led the people behind them to scold the hospital, accusing the hospital of being unscrupulous. A woman lying on the ground, crying for a short cry: "Oh, my dear man, I pity you, you won't be able to live in peace if you die, and they will be cut open and digging their hearts and lungs..." The remaining people who were still sleeping in the middle of the night were talking, and they were talking about everything.

"No, it's here again! I said this last time, but wasn't it cleared in the end! President Kimura is a great man! The reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva! I helped my mother treat the disease last time!"

"Know people, but not your heart! One thing on the surface, one thing behind the scenes is too much!"

"That's it! I heard that Kiyoshi and the hospital took people to cut the caesarean section. Japanese people also like to dip mustard into the child's heart!"

...

The vice president pushed the person away and squeezed in, asking the police guarding the door to pass the message. After a while, a person finally came out from the room. It was Hou Changqing, who brought people to search the hospital tonight, the aide and deputy of the police chief Sun Mengxian. He came in person.

The vice president invited Hou Changqing to a corner inside the hospital gate and explained that Qinghe Hospital will indeed dissect the body, but that is the normal process. The hospital beds are divided into three levels, and there will be several lowest-level numbers for those who do not have money to see a doctor, and they will be treated for free. However, before checking in, a contract will be signed with the family, which stipulates that if they die without treatment, the body will be voluntarily donated to the hospital for scientific research.

"Sir, it's not just our hospital, but the hospital in the capital. There is such a way. If you don't believe it, you can go and verify it! The woman outside the door was purely instigated to come and blackmail! We have a contract where she had pressed her fingerprints before! As for what to eat with mustard dipped in your heart, it's even more nonsense. It's a pity that someone is maliciously smearing our hospital!"

Hou Changqing's face improved a little: "Didn't you say it earlier? If you have such an operation, why don't you go to file? Look, how bad the impact it has caused now! We have no choice but to do things as the rules."

Kimura asked the vice president to come back and restore order as soon as possible. He cursed these people in his heart, knocking on bones and sucking marrow, eating people without spitting bones, but stuffing a tube of silver dollars in his hand and laughed: "Since the misunderstanding is clarified, brothers have worked hard, I'll ask you to withdraw your team and take everyone for a midnight snack, so that our hospital can restore order as soon as possible. The hospital cannot stand the fright."

Hou Changqing weighed the money and collected it. Then he called his subordinates to come over and ordered the team to withdraw. Before leaving, he asked him to go to file the record as soon as possible so as not to have such misunderstandings again. After saying that, he took the people away.

After they left, the gangsters from Sifanghui naturally escaped, and the people watching the fun also dispersed one after another. Qinghe Hospital, which had been making trouble for half a night, finally returned to peace.

The vice president brought the doctor and nurse in.

The patients in the hospital area were not disturbed, but the office suffered a great disaster, like locusts passing through the border, and were in a mess. Not only did they rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but the locks were pried open, and the ground was covered with various scattered documents. Finally, after checking, some property was lost, and even a brass paperweight on his desk disappeared.

The vice president sighed while directing people to clean up. He really didn't understand why Kimura chose the site back then, so he didn't choose the New Territories and wanted to build it in the old city.

It can only be said that the doctor is kind and has a state that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After Fu Mingcheng returned that night, he had insomnia until dawn. The next day, he learned that last night, the French hospital hired people to make trouble. The Japanese consul looked for the French consul. At first, the French man refused to admit it, and the two sides almost turned against each other. Later, the hospital could not bear it and let it go, admitting that it was indeed related to them, but explained that they did not expect the matter to be so big. Mayor Zhou went to ask the police chief. Sun Mengxian screamed, saying that he did not want to offend both sides, but just sent people to visit and walk around the scene. He took the troops that night. After a mud, the French hospital promised not to compete against Qinghe Hospital in the future. All sides would say they wanted to remove the black sheep from behind. This matter was like a small episode, and it was soon left unresolved and passed.

He was worried and naturally he would not pay attention to the unfair competition between hospitals. In the evening, he sat alone in the office of the Fu Building. When he was in a daze, the phone on the desk rang.

He answered the phone and a familiar voice came into his ears.
Chapter completed!