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Chapter 41 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 14

northwest.

After receiving the top-secret message from Bianzhou, the telegraph operator immediately handed it over to his superiors.

This level of confidentiality was beyond her ability to translate.

In the dimly lit cave dwelling, people working late into the night write down words on paper while looking at a codebook.

When the entire telegram, which had nearly given Wen Zhao blisters from typing, was finally translated, the comrade took off his glasses and wearily pressed his temples to conceal his astonishment.

A new antibiotic, unparalleled efficacy, and the daughter of a cloth merchant.

All these pieces of news, when put together, are truly unbelievable.

A strong wind howled outside the window, carrying yellow sand. He suddenly stood up and lifted the curtain.

After the few people who knew about the news had read the telegram, a voice finally rang out slowly in the quiet, dimly lit room: "Incredible, but Comrade Bianzhou wouldn't speak without reason."

"In that case, send our comrades to Shanghai to bring the medicine back, and after the seriously wounded soldiers agree, conduct experiments on them."

"If it's true, if it's true..." the man's voice rose uncontrollably, "What a wonderful thing!"

Sulfonamides are good, but they are too expensive.

One or two doses of sulfonamides and one or two doses of gold are so scarce in the Northwest, where funding is extremely tight, that it's difficult to even find a few, let alone use them on a large scale on everyone.

If there were cheaper anti-inflammatory drugs, countless lives could be saved!

Those babies who had just come of age, those women who died from postpartum infections, and those little ones who hadn't even had a chance to grow up—all of them had a chance to survive.

The others clearly shared this opinion, nodding to each other before placing the question at the end of Wen Zhao's message.

They refuse to leave Shanghai... what if they encounter danger?

The man sitting in the center lit a pipe and said with a smile, "Under what circumstances do you think this kid would ask for our permission not to leave Shanghai?"

"This flat-bottomed boat is probably confused by this news and didn't even think of this!"

"You mean, she wants to... join us?"

"Otherwise, why would she hand this over to us?" The man flicked his cigarette ash and laughed, "Is it that the Southwest is broke, or that the Gauls, the British Empire, and the Americans are broke?"

"The fact that this comrade handed the items to us is the greatest trust and support he has given us, and it is the clearest signal that he is joining us."

He made the final decision: "The matter of the medicine must be dealt with, and the matter of bringing this comrade into our ranks cannot wait. We must immediately convey our decision to Comrade Bianzhou."

"As for not leaving Shanghai?" He took a few deep drags on his cigarette and made a decision: "Go with her wishes. We don't know much about scientific matters, so we shouldn't interfere. She will always have a reason to stay there."

"Have everyone in Shanghai who has seen or knows that comrade withdraw, leaving only Comrade Bianzhou to protect him."

"This comrade's organizational affiliation was not kept in Shanghai, but in the Northwest, and his code name was Mingyue (Bright Moon)."

He looked at the dark sky outside and said with a smile, "The moon is out!"

After sending out the message, Wen Zhao sat on the radio like a statue, his hand resting on the munition, waiting anxiously.

An hour later, the Northwest's decision was finally announced over the radio.

After silently translating the content, his expression changed, and a look of helplessness flashed across his face.

He was truly... stunned into silence.

They couldn't even figure out something this simple.

I'm confused.

After rubbing his temples, Wen Zhao returned a signal and then decisively disassembled the radio, placing it into several small suitcases he had prepared in his room. He then tied stones to each suitcase and sank them into the river flowing behind his room.

He will never come to this safe house again.

As he left the room, Wen Zhao used the grenades he had left there to set up several booby traps before departing.

A few days later, several spies were killed in the bombing, but that's another story. At this moment, Wen Zhao was thinking about the news from the Northwest and hurriedly headed towards Ling Yi's home.

Before the neighbors got up and got busy, Wen Zhao climbed over the wall and returned to Ling Yi's home.

The candlelight in Ling Yi's bedroom had long since gone out. After the sleepless, chaotic night, Ling Yi, covered by the blanket, drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Wen Zhao stood in front of Ling Yi's bedroom door, hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not go in.

Before his true identity is revealed, he needs to play the role of a spoiled young master, and it's perfectly acceptable for him to do some outrageous things occasionally.

But now that there are no secrets between them, and Ling Yi is about to become his comrade, it would be too inappropriate for him to act as before.

Thinking about the things he had done in front of his comrades, even someone as experienced as Wen Zhao couldn't help but rub his face hard several times.

This is incredibly embarrassing!

Ling Yi slept soundly without any dreams. When she woke up early the next morning, she saw a door god standing at the entrance.

She paused in her yawning, feigning surprise: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go inside and sleep?"

Although this guy didn't dare to do anything before under the guise of not forcing people, he still occupied her bed. Why isn't he coming in now?

Surely no one would be so thin-skinned after being exposed!

No way, Young Master Wen!

Wen Zhao wiped his face again under her teasing gaze, forcing a serious expression: "Shall we go inside and talk?"

Ling Yi pursed her lips and leaned weakly against the door frame: "Young Master Wen saved my life, how dare I disobey you? What if I say no now and another thief breaks into the house tomorrow?"

Wen Zhao finally couldn't maintain his serious expression and said with a wry smile, "It was my fault. I apologize to you. Please forgive me, Ms. Ling Yi."

For those who work in intelligence, utilizing every available means is instinctive.

At that time, he suspected Ling Yi, so he naturally had to use the most efficient method to deal with her.

Looking back now, Wen Zhao doesn't think there's anything wrong with treating potential enemies this way.

But now, this enemy is about to become my comrade!

He made a fool of himself in front of his comrades, and even pretended to be a spoiled young master to flirt with them...

Wen Zhao was still young, and his face still had a businesslike look, but his ears were already incredibly red.

Ling Yi admired his appearance for a long time, and when he couldn't help but want to disappear, she finally let him go: "Alright, let's talk."

Beside a small wooden table, Wen Zhao conveyed the organization's intentions to Ling Yi, and said seriously, "Comrade Ling Yi, would you be willing to join the organization?"

Ling Yi blinked: "I thought I had made myself very clear."

Please answer: yes or no.

"Yes."

So, in this rather unceremonious little house, at this seemingly inappropriate time, in this environment with only the two of them, Ling Yi swore an oath to become comrades with Wen Zhao.

The serious atmosphere in the room eased slightly when their hands clasped together, and Wen Zhao smiled and said, "Comrade Ling Yi, hello."

The young man, only twenty years old, finally shed his disguise and revealed his long-hidden naiveté in front of like-minded people.