Ning Zhiheng went back to Nanwu Library to rest, and continued to hurry up and sort out the manuscripts in the afternoon. At night, he still came to Huimin Grain Store to meet Ji Hongyi as usual.

"How is it? Have the remaining three people appeared today?" Ning Zhiheng sat opposite Ji Hongyi and asked.

"Only two people appeared, Yan Kaiding and Xing Shengrong were missing Yu Li!" Ji Hongyi replied.

Ning Zhiheng was immediately happy when he heard Ji Hongyi's answer. He thought while expressing his guess: "Yu Li? It seems that he should be the one who was sent to Boli Hospital last night!

According to our previous judgment, it should be that there was a conflict between Yu Li and Qi Jingwu, and one was killed and one was injured.

Yu Li is a traitor we have confirmed. He caused more than a dozen agents at the military intelligence station to be killed on the spot and four agents were captured. His rebellion was undoubtedly confirmed. Why did Qi Jingwu fight him? Could Qi Jingwu be a fraudulent surrender and act anyway?

And Yu Li, now I don’t know how his injury is. It’s best to be seriously injured and we will save ourselves from this. We don’t have to risk assassination.”

Ji Hongyi nodded and said, "I hope we can do it as you wish, so that we will save a lot of trouble. However, we really don't have anything to do with Boli Hospital. My people can't find out any news."

Although Ji Hongyi has many subordinates and is well-informed, it can only be within the scope of his contact. Boli Hospital is a full-Japanese management model, with doctors and nurses, and even cleaning people all Japanese, and only accepting Japanese, but his subordinates cannot reach out.

Ning Zhiheng also knew about this situation. He pondered for a moment and said, "I will investigate this matter personally. After all, I have the identity of a Japanese person. Besides, the hospital is a public place after all, so the guards are definitely not as tight as the secret service agency, so it should not be difficult to investigate."

Ji Hongyi asked again: "So, will the original plan to destroy water sources be implemented?"

Ning Zhiheng thought for a while, nodded and said, "Start now. Time is not waiting for anyone. None of the remaining three people can be left. Cut off the water source these days and keep a close eye on their whereabouts. Once it is confirmed, you will be responsible for bringing in my operational team members and weapons. Is there any problem?"

Ji Hongyi thought for a while and said, "There are still trades between the public concessions and the Japanese occupied areas now. I can find a way to get them in. This is not difficult to deal with.

But it will be difficult for them to go back to the south bank. After five o'clock in the afternoon, all levels will be closed, and your assassination will immediately cause the Japanese to be searched, and all the residences of Chinese people in the occupied area will be searched, and they will not be able to hide them."

Ning Zhiheng knew that everything he said was true, so he had to explain: "So I only selected the Huishui team members. After completing the assassination, they would hide in the Nanwu Library where I am now working, which is a library opened by the Japanese, and should be relatively safe.

On the day of the operation, I would make excuses to stay for night shifts. If I had time to go directly across the Suzhou River, it would be best. If time does not allow it, I would cover them to avoid the search, and then swim across the Suzhou River in the second half of the night. Behind Nanwu Library is a perfect drainage point. It is relatively hidden, the river surface is not wide and it is far from the river bridge. It only takes a few minutes to swim, so it is not difficult to find an opportunity."

Ji Hongyi understood Ning Zhiheng's overall plan at this time, and couldn't help but applaud and said, "So you have already designed it before. No wonder you have to apply for this Nanwu Library. Well, I'll arrange for someone to do it now and start destroying the tap water pipeline immediately. They will probably cut off their water source tomorrow at noon!"

The two of them carefully discussed the details and began to act separately.

The next morning, Ning Zhiheng was in his office. He put a thick stack of white paper on the desk, and found a sharp paper cutting knife. After carefully disinfecting it with alcohol, he pointed it at the forearm of his left hand and quickly stroked it. A stream of blood was sprayed out, making it look brighter against the white shirt.

Ning Zhiheng's hands had very accurate force and had a clever position. Although the wound was scratched very long, it was all shallow skin trauma. It was shocking to see the wound open, but it was not very serious.

Then he screamed loudly, which immediately attracted some employees outside to rush in and immediately found Ning Zhiheng's left hand was bleeding.

"Kun Fujiwara, what's wrong with you?" Fukui Yuma asked hurriedly.

Ning Zhiheng's face turned a little pale and he explained: "I was about to cut some paper, but I accidentally used too much force and scratched my left forearm."

Immediately someone went to get the veil and bandaged it for the time being for Ning Zhiheng. At this time, Kuroki Yueyi also rushed over after hearing the sound.

Seeing Ning Zhiheng's arm bleeding, he quickly ordered: "I'm sending Fujiwara Jun to the hospital in my car, hurry up!"

Soon Ning Zhiheng got into the car and the driver asked, "Fujiwara, the nearest hospital is Corning Hospital. Are we going there?"

Ning Zhiheng frowned and said, "There are all Chinese there, so I will take me to Boli Hospital!"

"But you are still bleeding!"

"Okay, I can hold it back and take me to Boli Hospital right away!"

"Hi Yi!"

The driver knew that Ning Zhiheng was a person that Kuroki Yueichi valued very much, so he naturally did not dare to neglect it. The car sped all the way and soon arrived at Boli Hospital.

After getting off the car, Ning Zhiheng said to the driver: "Mr. Kuroki may have to use the car. You don't have to wait for me, go back."

When the driver heard Ning Zhiheng's words, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Fujiwara, are you sure there is no problem?"

After receiving Ning Zhiheng's affirmative answer, the driver drove away.

Ning Zhiheng stepped into the hospital hall. In fact, his physique was far beyond ordinary people, especially his resilience was amazing. Not long after the cutter cutter cutter cut, his muscles and skin began to heal, and he could not shed so much blood. It was him who deliberately tried to break the wound, which made the blood flow out continuously, which seemed very scary.

When he entered the hospital hall, two nurses immediately came up to him.

"Sir, you are~"

"I am a Japanese expatriate!" Ning Zhiheng knew what they meant and immediately answered.

When the two nurses heard Ning Zhiheng's fluent Kansai accent, they both looked relaxed. One of the nurses quickly said, "Sir, your wound is still bleeding, please come with me!"

Ning Zhiheng suffered an trauma and was soon taken to the surgical clinic. A middle-aged doctor stepped forward to ask about the injury carefully and began to check for Ning Zhiheng.

"Name, age?" asked the assistant doctor next to him.

"Tsukeen Fujiwara, twenty-one years old!" Ning Zhiheng replied.

"You are a kid of the Fujiwara family in Kyoto!" the middle-aged doctor asked in confusion.

Ning Zhiheng showed some embarrassing expression on his face, and he looked a little embarrassed. Finally, he nodded and said, "It's just a side branch. I just immigrated to Shanghai!"

Everyone in the room had their eyes lit up. This was a noble child. Just looking at his appearance, it was obvious that his life was not very satisfactory.

It is not because these Japanese people are easy to deceive, but because the Japanese society is very strict and the nobles have a great influence among citizens. In the thoughts of ordinary people, they admit that the nobles are nobler than them and rarely offend the nobles. There has been almost no such thing as civilians pretending to be nobles to deceive, so Ning Zhiheng's words did not arouse the suspicion of the public. What's more, Ning Zhiheng admitted frankly that he was just a down-and-out nobles, and such an identity would be more likely to resonate with ordinary civilians.

You should know that those rich and powerful noble children of China rarely immigrated to China except for joining the army. Many immigrants were forced to leave their hometowns and come to foreign countries to survive because of their land loss and no living.

In fact, there are also some down-and-out noble children in China. For many reasons, they live no better than ordinary citizens. This Fujiwara Tomohito is obviously one of them.

But even so, Fujiwara Tomohito's identity immediately changed his attitude towards him.

"Kun Fujiwara, your wound is not deep and you don't need needles. You just need to do a simple disinfection and bandage. I will prescribe some medicine for you. It is best to come here to change the medicine once a day, and the wound will heal soon." The middle-aged doctor said with joy.

The nurse who applied medicine to Ning Zhiheng was looking at Ning Zhiheng's pretty face, the force on his hands couldn't help but be much softer, so it took a long time to finish the bandage in the doctor's surprised eyes.

Ning Zhiheng nodded slightly and said thankfully: "I have caused trouble for everyone, thank you very much!"

Then Ning Zhiheng slowly walked out of the clinic, looked weak, and sat down on the bench in the corridor outside.

He had to find a way to understand Yu Li's condition, because Yu Li's injuries were also trauma, and he had to be sent to a surgical clinic for treatment, so he found this way to reasonably enter Boli Hospital and find a way to find out about Yu Li.

Soon the female nurse who changed his dressings found him, quickly trotted a few steps to him, and asked, "Kun Fujiwara, why haven't he returned yet? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ning Zhiheng showed an awkward smile, and he said in embarrassment: "I rarely see blood normally. When I see so much blood shed, I feel dizzy and want to rest here for a while."

After saying that, Ning Zhiheng held his forehead with his right hand and slowly rubbed his temples gently, feeling like he was barely supporting him.

"Kun Fujiwara, you have symptoms of mild blood dizziness, but it doesn't matter, go to the waiting room to rest!" The nurse quickly reached out to help him up and walked towards the waiting room.

"Thank you so much. Can you know your name?" Ning Zhiheng said gratefully.

"Of course!" The female nurse smiled shyly, "My name is Ami Abe, please take care of Fujiwara Jun!"
Chapter completed!