Lu Chengzhou's words made Wu Zhicheng's eyes suddenly widen.
The name "Wang Shaobai" has not been mentioned by anyone for a long time.
Those who can say this name are usually their own comrades.
And could Lu Chengzhou be his comrade?
Wu Zhicheng knew Lu Chengzhou's identity as the director of the Intelligence Office of the British Concession Military Police Unit. Such a person could never be his comrade.
"I don't know what you are talking about. No matter who persuades me, there is no need to... consider it." Wu Zhicheng said firmly.
"Mr. Liu asked me to tell you that my family wants you to go back." Lu Chengzhou took out his cigarette and said suddenly while lighting it.
The "Mr. Liu" he was talking about was what Ma Yuzhen told him in his death mailbox.
Lu Chengzhou had no idea who this person was and what his relationship was with Wu Zhicheng.
Since I mentioned "Mr. Liu" above, it is obvious that this is a very important person to Wu Zhicheng.
Lu Chengzhou estimated that if "Mr. Liu" was not Wu Zhicheng's introducer to join the party, he must be his superior.
Sure enough, Wu Zhicheng's expression changed when he heard "Mr. Liu".
He looked at Lu Chengzhou again. Lu Chengzhou knew that the pseudonym "Wang Shaobai" was nothing.
But knowing "Mr. Liu", it's not easy.
"Do you know Mr. Liu?" Wu Zhicheng said in surprise.
"That's right. In addition, my identity must not be told to anyone except you." Lu Chengzhou warned.
"Do you think I just started working?" Wu Zhicheng gave a rare smile. He had also done underground work. Lu Chengzhou's identity would not be mentioned to anyone unless he met Mr. Liu.
"Of course I want to go home, but I don't want to go home in this way." Wu Zhicheng finally said.
"Either way, it's a good thing as long as you go home. By the way, Mr. Wu, how long have you had a fever and cough?" Lu Chengzhou asked.
"It's been a while, probably almost a month." Wu Zhicheng smiled and said disapprovingly.
"Mr. Wu, you most likely have typhoid fever and must receive treatment immediately. If you can agree temporarily, you can receive the best treatment immediately. No matter what, the most important thing is to take good care of your body first." Lu Chengzhou reminded.
"This..." As Wu Zhicheng spoke, he suddenly coughed violently.
Suddenly, he spit out pus from his mouth and breathed rapidly.
"No need to think about it anymore, I will report to Kawasaki Hiro immediately." Lu Chengzhou stood up and could no longer let Wu Zhicheng hesitate.
"No, tell Mr. Liu that I would rather die than bend down." Wu Zhicheng gasped.
"Your illness must be treated immediately, otherwise you will die at any time. You are a party member and must obey the orders of your superiors. I promise you that as soon as your illness is cured, I will send you back to your hometown." Lu Chengzhou said seriously.
Even if Wu Zhicheng returns to the base area at this time, his typhoid fever will be difficult to cure.
Even in Haigu, you have to go to a foreign hospital to have a chance to be cured.
The mortality rate of typhoid fever has always been very high. Before the advent of Western medicine, only famous Chinese doctors had the opportunity to cure typhoid fever patients.
"I can't obey orders in this matter." Wu Zhicheng shook his head firmly.
Judging from Lu Chengzhou's caring words and tone of voice, he believed that Lu Chengzhou was really his comrade.
He had heard before that some comrades would lurk on the enemy's side.
He had always thought that this was just a legend, but he didn't expect to see him today, a person he had never expected at all.
If Lu Chengzhou hadn't taken the initiative to talk about it, who would have thought that Lu Chengzhou, director of the Intelligence Office of the Gendarmerie Detachment, would be a member of the CCP?
"No, I've made the decision for you. If we lose you, how big a loss will it be to our party?" Lu Chengzhou said anxiously.
He once secretly participated in the talent transfer plan. Figures like Wu Zhicheng should not be regarded as talents, but as figures. Wu Zhicheng is a big figure in the intellectual, educational and economic circles.
"I know my body, I'm afraid I won't live long. Why should I insult my reputation before I die?" Wu Zhicheng said anxiously. He believed that Lu Chengzhou was doing it for his own good, but he also knew better about his body.
Seeing Wu Zhicheng, who was out of breath and having difficulty breathing, Lu Chengzhou was struggling in his heart.
However, he still made up his mind that no matter what, life was the most important thing.
However, when Lu Chengzhou was about to leave, Wu Zhicheng suddenly fell to the ground.
"Mr. Wu!" Lu Chengzhou quickly helped Wu Zhicheng up and exclaimed.
However, Wu Zhicheng has fallen into a coma.
Lu Chengzhou put him down on the ground, but Wu Zhicheng remained motionless.
"How's it going? Is it done?" Kawasaki Hiro asked casually when he saw Lu Chengzhou coming in.
"Yes." Lu Chengzhou took a deep breath. He felt that he should follow his own ideas.
"Hurry up and transport the body outside the city and bury it," Kawasaki Hiro warned.
"Bury it?" Lu Chengzhou was surprised. Usually when a prisoner died, he would be thrown into a mass grave outside the city and that would be the end of it.
"Wu Zhicheng has typhoid fever. If he is not buried, he may become a source of infection." Kawasaki Hiro warned.
It would be remiss of him to let the dead Wu Zhicheng become the root of Haigu's troubles.
With Kawasaki Hiroshi's order, Lu Chengzhou could transport Wu Zhicheng's "corpse" away in a fair and just manner.
Lu Chengzhou knew that Wu Zhicheng was just comatose and not dead.
Of course, he had a typhoid fever attack, and if not treated in time, he might really die.
Lu Chengzhou drove the car and went to the second district first. After a circle outside the city, he went around to the French Concession. After placing Wu Zhicheng in the military commander's safe house, he drove back to the military police detachment.
Originally, Lu Chengzhou wanted to report to Kawasaki Hiroshi, but when he arrived at Kawasaki Hiroshi's office, he found that Kawasaki Hiroshi had gone to the Garden Military Police.
Not only that, Terada Kiyozō is not here either.
"Ishida-kun, thank you very much for your reminder today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that Wu Zhicheng had typhoid fever." Lu Chengzhou had no choice but to report to Ishida Qiuo in disguise.
Wu Zhicheng died of typhoid fever, so naturally no one wanted to do an autopsy.
Moreover, Lu Chengzhou has done this kind of thing many times and has long been able to trust the company.
After the military police unit showed up, Lu Chengzhou had the opportunity to inform Ma Yuzhen and ask her to quickly bring a doctor who was good at treating typhoid fever to Wu Zhicheng's residence.
In the evening, after get off work, Lu Chengzhou hurriedly went to No. 11 Red Wall Road. He wanted to know how Wu Zhicheng was doing.
Being able to rescue Wu Zhicheng was purely luck.
Wu Zhicheng suffered from typhoid fever, coupled with Lu Chengzhou's quick wit and Kawasaki Hiro's trust in him, it was possible to send Wu Zhicheng to the French Concession.
"Webmaster, Mr. Wu died of illness." An Mengbo said with regret when he saw Lu Chengzhou.
"What? So fast?" Lu Chengzhou said in surprise.
He knew that Wu Zhicheng was suffering from severe typhoid fever. He suddenly fell into a coma today. He must be suffering from an illness and needed emergency treatment.
