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Chapter 40 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 13

"Who exactly are you?" Compared to the nurse's surprise, Wen Zhao's feelings were much more complicated.

Ling Yi shook the empty medicine bottle in her hand, a half-smile on her face: "Who I am is not important, what matters is what this is."

This land desperately needs a life-saving medicine right now. Even if it were the Shanghai native Ling Yi, whose identity is somewhat unclear, who brought it out, or even if the Trisolarans dropped this thing from the sky, everyone would have to hold their noses and accept it.

Wen Zhao clearly understood this as well. He took a deep breath to control his overly excited emotions and asked, "So, what kind of medicine is this?"

“Penicillin,” Ling Yi uttered a word neither of them had ever heard before, then, amidst their bewildered gazes, said, “Of course, I prefer to call it penicillin.”

"This is a new antibiotic that is completely different from sulfonamides, and is cheaper, more effective, and easier to obtain."

The nurse murmured the word several times, her eyes shining brighter and brighter.

In this age where knowledge is extremely difficult to acquire, a piece of international news may not reach the ears of ordinary people for eight or ten years. Just as there are still people who do not know sulfonamides, even if a nurse hears the name of this drug, she will not be able to find any similar image in her mind.

But that's not important!

She could understand what Lingyi was saying next.

cheap!

Efficient!

Easy to obtain!

This was extremely important for the struggling rear areas.

At this moment, her eyes almost shone with light as she stared at Ling Yi as if she were looking at some priceless treasure, unaware that the patient on the bed had woken up.

The patient in bed observed this strange scene for a moment, then finally let out a low groan, breaking the silence.

"You're awake!" The nurse snapped out of her daze and rushed over: "How are you feeling now? Is there anything wrong...?"

The questions from the other end could no longer reach Wen Zhao's ears. He just stared at Ling Yi with a complicated expression.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that Ling Yi was not on either side.

Because unless someone is mentally ill, no one would place such a treasure in such a strange and dangerous place.

She should be protected tightly, becoming a national treasure who will die in the end even if the country is destroyed and the family is ruined.

Wen Zhao just wants to know how she developed this medicine and how she acquired this knowledge.

As the eldest daughter of the Ling family, Ling Yi had already been thoroughly investigated by him when he first suspected her. In her living environment, there was absolutely no possibility that she would come into contact with these things.

Was she born with supernatural abilities and innate knowledge?

This idea is ridiculous; a materialist warrior could never believe it!

Shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind, Wen Zhao calmly and scrutinizingly looked at the woman who seemed to have fallen from the sky and asked, "What do you want?"

At this moment, it no longer matters whether Ling Yi is following her or whether her identity has been exposed.

The only important thing was that he had to get his hands on the medicine, no matter the cost.

With such a treasure, it would be worth it even if all the comrades in Shanghai died for it!

Hooked.

Ling Yi smiled and said, "This is just a test subject. It has not been tested on a large scale. I need your help to conduct large-scale experiments."

“Okay!” Wen Zhao agreed without any hesitation.

He believed that headquarters would not refuse Ling Yi's request.

Too many soldiers are dying in despair because of infection. Giving them a chance to live, even if they are used as test subjects, is a possibility of survival.

After agreeing, Wen Zhao waited for a while, but did not receive a second request.

"And then?" His voice sounded somewhat hurried.

Ling Yi pursed her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "That's all."

There are no requirements, I'm just asking if you're scared, if you're panicked, if you're anxious!

"Next, go report to your superiors." Ling Yi smiled and said, "I have only one request: don't leave Shanghai."

As the core of the international power struggle, this place is bustling and full of opportunities. Ling Yi has so many ideas to realize here that she doesn't want to leave at all.

Wen Zhao nodded: "I will report to my superiors!"

This was no longer something his rank could decide. After a pause, he added, "You shouldn't stay here."

If anything were to happen to her, it would be an unacceptable loss.

"Nonsense." Ling Yi waved her hand, looking somewhat impatient as she prepared to leave.

As she opened the door, she suddenly turned around, a half-smile on her face, and said, "I still prefer Young Master Wen's unruly side."

Right now, he's like a silly goose.

Wen Zhao pressed his temples, which were throbbing from receiving too many messages, and gave a wry smile.

How could he still be so unruly?

That ancestor.

He glanced back at the comrade examining the wounded soldier, his face serious: "What happened today must be kept secret. Do not divulge it to anyone, including our comrades!"

"Remain silent and await further instructions from the organization until my next arrival!"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out, silently following Ling Yi's figure in the darkness.

Ling Yi, who was always walking in her blind spot, noticed the faint gaze behind her and her steps became lighter.

The feeling of having that mask ripped off is so captivating.

Is Wen Zhao still so arrogant?

Thinking about all the tears she had shed in the past, Ling Yi felt that she might have a chance to make Wen Zhao shed them all.

As Ling Yi closed the door, humming a little tune, she felt the ever-present gaze disappear.

Seeing that Ling Yi was safe, Wen Zhao turned around and headed towards his radio station.

As was customary, Wen Zhao sent a long telegram to the northwest.

During the Special Higher Police operation, the agent responsible for monitoring the radio station spotted the familiar station again, and his spirits lifted.

This radio station was located within the French Concession, and its frequency was extremely secretive.

He sent messages after the Military Intelligence Bureau fought against them, and also after the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) personnel were arrested. He also sent messages when the traitors in the Northwest were killed.

Such a character, who was clearly a traitor to three masters, led the Special Higher Police to almost conclude that he was a high-ranking spy who had taken money from several parties and infiltrated the Special Higher Police or the military.

They've been trying to catch this guy for a long time, and today they finally caught him by the tail!

"Arrogant!" The technician in charge of listening couldn't help but grit his teeth as he felt the familiar finger movements.

Such a long telegram, sent so openly—did they really think they didn't exist?

Wen Zhao certainly wouldn't pretend that those who were listening to him didn't exist. In fact, when he sent this long telegram, he had already prepared to put the radio station into complete silence after today, making it disappear from the intelligence community in Shanghai, in order to maintain the greatest degree of security.

With radio stations in China facing shortages these days, it's truly extravagant for him to make such a decision for a single news item.

But Wen Zhao believed that Ling Yi and what she had researched were worth such a luxury!