Looking at the surprised students, he smiled and said, "Professor Peng from the Chinese Department is ill, so today's class will be changed to French."
Yes, in addition to his job as a translator for the French Concession Political Office, Xiu Gongshen is also a professor of French at National Tongji University.
"Before the formal class, let's talk about the French Revolution." Xiu Gongshen wrote the two French words "Girondins" and "Jacobin" in French on the blackboard.
Luban Road, the clinic of German doctor Hans.
"Mr. Hans, how are they doing?" Peng Yuou asked with concern.
At about three o'clock in the morning, Wang Jun took a huge risk and knocked on Peng Yuou's door.
The situation of Ahai, Kang Erniu and Da Zhuang who were shot was not good, especially Ahai, who started to have a high fever.
Wang Jun knew that he could not wait for dawn and could only take risks.
Peng and Ou went out late at night and found Dr. Hans from Hans Clinic. Hans' true identity was a German party member of the Communist International.
Hans drove his car to Traster Road overnight and transferred the three injured people to his clinic.
"The warhead has been taken out." Hans wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The problem with these two comrades is not big. This comrade's situation is a bit dangerous."
He pointed at Ah Hai, who was already feverish and talking nonsense.
Peng and Ou bent down and listened to what Ah Hai was saying in a daze.
Little sister?
"Who is the younger sister?" Peng Yuou asked Wang Jun.
"It's a poor little girl." Wang Jun looked sad, glanced at Ah Hai, who was in a bad situation, and said, "A female child worker named Da Mei in Huacheng Tobacco Factory was killed by the capitalists. The younger sister is her
sister."
Peng Yuou nodded, he understood, what a respectable and lovely comrade, under such circumstances, he still misses the poor people.
"I will arrange for someone to take care of my little sister," Peng Yuou said. He asked Hans, "Hans, is there any way to reduce the fever?"
"I can't do anything." Hans shook his head. Ah Hai, this is a gunshot wound infection. Many people who are shot do not die directly from bullets. The biggest cause of death is bacterial infection caused by gunshot wounds.
"Is there really no other way?" Wang Jun asked emotionally. In fact, when he asked, he already knew the answer. He once worked in the Soviet area and saw many brave red warriors sacrificed by gunfire.
There is no way to treat subsequent infections.
"Unless we can get a medicine, it might be useful." Hans thought for a while and said.
"What kind of medicine? I'll get it!" Wang Jun said hurriedly.
"Sulfonamide powder," said Hans.
"Sulfonamide powder? What is this?"
Both Peng Yu'ou and Wang Jun were a little confused, especially Peng Yu'ou, who was considered a senior intellectual in the party and had never heard of the name of this medicine.
"Isn't it surprising that you haven't heard of it? I only learned about this drug from my friends," Hans said.
"This is a new type of drug. Last year, one of my German compatriots published a paper mentioning a drug that is effective against streptococcal infections, namely sulfa. As far as I know, this drug has already been started in my home country.
It has been clinically tried.”
After hearing this, the look of expectation in the eyes of both Peng Yuou and Wang Jun dimmed. This new type of drug has just begun clinical trials in Europe. Although Shanghai is a metropolis in the Far East, if you want to get this
Medicine is simply impossible.
"There is no specific medicine, so I can only try my best to treat him, but the possibility of him surviving is very small." Hans said regretfully.
…
"Haozi, let me give you something." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Brother Fan, tell me."
"There is a Pingjiang Village by the Suzhou River. I asked about a little girl named Xi Mei. She has an older sister named Yang Damei. The eldest sister works in Huacheng Tobacco Factory." Cheng Qianfan said.
"Okay, Brother Fan."
"Don't show up, let Pi Dan go. This kid is smart. That place is a slum area, and little beggars don't attract much attention." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression, "Remember, only ask for news about Xi Mei, don't talk to Xi Mei.
any contact."
"I understand, Brother Fan, don't worry." When Li Hao saw Cheng Qianfan's serious expression, he also nodded seriously.
Ah Hai gave the note to Cheng Qianfan last night. Ah Hai, who was ready to sacrifice in his heart, left his "last words" and asked him to help take care of it.
What was written on the note was 'Sister of Yang Damei of Huacheng Tobacco Factory, Ximei, 6 years old, Pingjiang Village, Hepingjiang, Suzhou.'
Cheng Qianfan speculated that this little girl was A Hai's family member.
And it doesn’t look like it, maybe it’s a child from a poor family that Ah Hai rescued.
Cheng Qianfan did not take the risk to contact his younger sister. On the one hand, Ah Hai was not arrested and successfully escaped.
The most important thing is that Cheng Qianfan didn't know when the government agents targeted Ah Hai.
Are Ahai's relatives and friends being monitored by spies?
If you make contact rashly, once the spies are waiting for you, you will be trapped in the trap.
…
Wang Kangnian's eyes were bloodshot, and he was like an enraged beast. He locked himself in his clinic.
Wu Shanyue, chief of the Shanghai Special Administrative Region Action Unit of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, was extremely angry about the disastrous failure of last night's operation.
Wu Shanyue scolded Wang Kangnian bloody.
Wu Shanyue issued a strict order to continue tracing the whereabouts of the Red Party’s ‘Minister Wang’.
At the same time, an order was issued to the entire action unit to search Chenzhou, the special branch of the Red Party, at all costs, and this "extremely vicious" gangster must be apprehended.
"Team leader, we found out that the dead girl worker at Huacheng Tobacco Factory was named Yang Damei. She had a sick old woman and a five or six-year-old sister. They lived in a shack area by the Suzhou River."
An agent excitedly opened the door and reported to Wang Kangnian.
"specific situation!"
"This is a mother and daughter. Yang Damei worked as a child laborer to earn money to support her sick mother and sister. Now that Yang Damei is dead, her mother and sister will be in misery. They probably have to wait to die of illness and starvation."
awful?!
That’s right!
Wang Kangnian stood up suddenly, his eyes cold.
"Notify brothers, take action."
He has a strong intuition that by keeping an eye on the girl Yang Damei's family, he will surely catch the red party.
The Red Party prides itself on helping the working people. Now that they know how miserable Yang Damei's family is, they will definitely not watch the mother and daughter die of illness and starvation.
…
No. 22, Xue Huali Road.
The arresting hall of the third patrol of the central patrol room.
The patrolmen are discussing the shootout that took place last night.
"It's unlucky to say that this road is a big one. The previous shootout on Xiafei Road was under his jurisdiction, and he was the one who led the patrol in the shootout last night." Ma Yishou clicked his tongue.
"I've also heard that Lu Dazhang was called over by Lieutenant Makelele early in the morning, and he was scolded so much." Datou Lumeng, who had returned from patrolling the streets, drank some water, wiped his mouth and said, "It is said that Lu Dazhang was scolded by Lieutenant Makelele."
Got some big mouths."
"You tell me, why can't we arrest all the Red Party members?" Someone shook his head and said, "It's only been a few months, but it has revived again, and the movement is unprecedentedly loud."
Cheng Qianfan held the teacup, drank tea quietly, and listened to everyone's discussion.
At this moment, He Guan came over sneakily and said, "Qianfan, I heard that you got a batch of Western medicine on hand?"
"Why, Master Guan also wants to do business?" Cheng Qianfan asked calmly.
He knew that this was news spread on the black market.
He was relieved in his heart. The news about the black market had spread, and there was no way for the Red Party to use the black market to purchase his medicines.
He is in business and will not pay any attention to it, let alone find out the identity of the buyer, who gave the money, and who he sold to. This is very reasonable.
"I'm not interested in your business." He Guan whispered, "It's an elder of mine at Guangci Hospital. He heard that you have a drug called amine on hand and wants to get some of it."
"Sulfonamide?" Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
"Yes, it's this kind of medicine." He Guan nodded and winked, "You can do it. I heard this elder said that this kind of medicine is very rare in Europe."
"Professor Zhao Wenhua from Guangci Hospital?" Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.
"Do you know Uncle Zhao?" He Guan asked in surprise.
"I've met once." Cheng Qianfan nodded, remembering that he had heard the name of the drug 'sulfonamide' somewhere.