allonlinenovel Chapter 39 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 12
Chapter 39 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 12
Upon hearing Lao Zhang's report, Wen Jingshan slammed his fist on the table: "To let a woman cause you to neglect your public duties is utterly unreasonable!"
But then he waved his hand dismissively, "Let him be!"
Now his demands on Wen Zhao have reached the point where he just wants him to stop yelling at him; he really doesn't want to deal with such a trivial matter.
As for that woman, if Wen Zhao really likes her, she will come into the family sooner or later. At that time, he can find two concubines to teach her not to delay the man from doing important things.
For some men, the most important thing is figuring out how to get along with women.
As night deepened, Lingyi heard that a thief had broken into her house, and she sighed deeply by candlelight.
Threatening and intimidation—Wen Zhao's tactic is not clever, but it's certainly annoying.
Ling Yi stroked the small tofu block on which Ling Zhengtai had severed ties with her, and decided to put on another good show for him: "Abandoned daughter begs for forgiveness, slapping the face of her heartless father."
So, after three nights of thieves visiting, Ling Yi, with a pale and sickly face, appeared again at the police station entrance, looking unsteady.
After three days apart, Wen Zhao's human-like aura grew stronger, making him increasingly resemble a spoiled young master who bullies men and women and breaks the law.
"You're here?" He saw Ling Yi and gave a playful smirk.
Ling Yi: "..."
To be honest, I was disgusted by that cheesy expression.
She lowered her head, not wanting to reveal her emotions to Wen Zhao, and said in a barely audible voice, "I...I agree."
"What did you say?" A strange light flashed in Wen Zhao's eyes. He leaned lazily against the roadside wall, threw a pack of cigarettes at his subordinates who were watching the commotion, and said, "Get the hell out of here!"
"I said... I agree, please don't let those people come to my house anymore!" Ling Yi suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face, her sorrow and helplessness bursting forth, causing Wen Zhao's heart to ache.
For a moment, he genuinely believed he was forcing an innocent, delicate woman from the inner quarters of the house.
In reality, this woman would rob someone with a gun and would also order him to kill someone without hesitation. Her tears were fake; they were just her weapons.
Wen Zhao steadied himself, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Miss Ling, what do you mean by that? I don't understand."
Ling Yi's eyes were filled with grief and indignation. Suddenly, she took out a hairpin and held it across her neck.
With a slight press, the silver hairpin left faint red marks on the snow-white neck, evoking pity in those who saw it.
Wen Zhao gripped her wrist, his voice turning cold: "What do you mean by this?"
"I'll agree to whatever you want to do." A corner of a newspaper peeked out from Ling Yi's wide sleeves, her slender wrist trembling as she rubbed the newspaper against it.
Faced with such a frail woman's mortal threat, every passerby cast a look of pity, only to be frightened away by Wen Zhao's threatening gaze.
Wen Zhao, the one who instigated this despair, could even laugh at this moment: "Tell me about it."
"First, no one is allowed to come to my house to bother me again!" There wasn't a single thief before, but now that I've refused his advances, there are thieves every day. It's hard not to be suspicious!
This time, Wen Zhao didn't play dumb and answered decisively, "Okay."
"Secondly, you must come home with me to see my father. I want him to regret it!" Ling Yi's delicate eyes flashed with hatred, as if she was dissatisfied with her father's heartless abandonment of her.
Wen Zhao pulled the newspaper from her sleeve and raised an eyebrow slightly: "That works too."
"Third, I want to study at Tongde Medical College, and you have to help me get in!" Well, the first two are secondary, this is the real reason.
Ling Yi vowed that if Wen Zhao didn't agree, she would turn the hairpin head towards him.
Wen Zhao felt a chill run down his spine. They've arrived!
He had a feeling that this was the real story of the woman—what she wanted to do by entering Tongde Medical College.
Is there someone you're looking for, or something you need to do?
Her mind raced, but Wen Zhao's face showed displeasure: "As a woman, why are you showing your face in public?"
Ling Yi: "..."
Even though I knew this guy was just putting on an act, I still braced myself!
"Will you agree or not!" She gritted her teeth and pushed the hairpin further towards herself.
"Okay, okay, I agree." Seeing that she seemed really going to hurt herself, Wen Zhao quickly agreed, and then, when Ling Yi relaxed slightly, he took away her hairpin.
"A beautiful woman should wear a hairpin in her hair." He gazed at Ling Yi with affection as he put the hairpin in her hair, seemingly forgetting the tense standoff between them just moments before.
Ling Yi tried to dodge, but Wen Zhao pressed down on her shoulder and threatened in a low voice, "You promised to be with me, so it's not right for you to keep hiding."
Ling Yi closed her eyes in despair, letting him approach her. Just as his lips were about to touch her face, the man suddenly straightened up and smiled frivolously: "I'm not so lustful as to do anything to you in the street."
He patted her waist and instructed, "Go home and wait for me. I'll be there tonight."
Ling Yi clenched her sleeves and gritted her teeth, saying, "You...you have to let me into medical school first, otherwise I'll never..."
"Shh." Wen Zhao placed his hand to her lips and chuckled softly, "Don't keep 'dead' on your lips like that, I don't like it."
As for medical school?
He will help.
Let's see what tricks this woman is up to!
"Just a casual meal tonight, hmm?" Wen Zhao flirted again, then gestured for his new driver to take Ling Yi home.
They ate casual meals one after another, and Lingyi even got into medical school, but the man, who had the desire but not the courage, was still only at the level of hugging her neck and waist.
Although the outside world has spread rumors about them, and even Ling Zhengtai was scolded away by Wen Zhao once, their relationship remains as pure as plain water.
Their relationship was so pure that Ling Yi felt embarrassed to invite him home to perform a play for Ling Zhengtai, like "Thirty days west of the river, thirty days east of the river, don't underestimate a poor girl."
Now that Wen Zhao is here again, Ling Yi is too lazy to even pretend to be afraid. She just gives him a look and tells him to go play somewhere else, while she scribbles and draws on the paper.
Because she was introduced by Young Master Wen, Ling Yi had many privileges at Tongde Medical College.
Classes are skipped, and people are nowhere to be seen, but the lab is completely monopolized.
At first, the teacher cared about her out of professional ethics, but later he couldn't even be bothered to look at her anymore, and just gave her a laboratory to play in by herself.
As for why it's about playing?
Stewing soup, playing with a broom, and cutting fruit in the lab—what else is that but playing?
I heard this guy even made cottonseed cake. What, is he trying to feed pigs in the lab?
Ling Yi, who was busy extracting penicillin from various environments, occasionally heard these discussions, but she just smiled indifferently and continued to do her own thing.
Say whatever you want, as long as she doesn't lose anything.
Wen Zhao, who had been secretly observing him for a long time, was also baffled by her behavior.
He tried to pick the lock and sneak into the lab, but found that she had made such precise and unbreakable markings on every petri dish and even the experimental materials. In order not to alert her, he had no choice but to give up in resentment.
However, he had a vague idea in his mind that this woman must be researching something very important.
But what important thing could possibly be extracted from broth?
Looking through the sniper scope at a man emerging from the dock, heavily protected, Wen Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.
This man was once a comrade, but after being arrested, he betrayed nearly thirty comrades, causing great losses on the front lines.
Today, Wen Zhao has been ordered to eliminate the traitors.
boom!
The moment the gunshots rang out on the dock, several bottles of white powder appeared in small glass vials in Ling Yi's laboratory.
In an era when there were only 50 units per milliliter, Lingyi's laboratory produced 4000 units per milliliter of penicillin. Although this was far less than the 10 units produced by laboratories in later generations, it still far surpassed others.
Most importantly, she summarized a complete set of laboratory penicillin preparation methods and even deduced an industrial preparation method that is in line with the current level of domestic industry and is theoretically impossible to err on, thus elevating the research and development of antibiotics in China to an extremely high level.
Ling Yi swore that if anyone found out what was in her mind, she would either die or be placed under house arrest as a precious treasure.
Of course, one side is different...
Ling Yi tapped the glass bottle, feeling that she could officially begin her fishing business.
But what about the fish?
He didn't come on the first day, left after having a meal on the second day, and on the third day he made a brief appearance before disappearing without a trace, leaving only his car parked outside.
Ling Yi looked at the dark night with a sense of melancholy, wondering if Wen Zhao had trusted her too much.
If she were to report this sneaky behavior to a Japanese person, he would die without even knowing how.
trust?
A little bit, but not much.
Wen Zhao only knew that Ling Yi, a woman who also had secrets, would not easily expose his abnormality.
He suppressed the trust that he didn't know if it was developed through spending time together or was just instinctive, and pushed open the door of a small clinic.
"How is he?" he asked in a low voice, looking at the person on the bed who was burning up and had fallen into a coma.
The assassination that day was extremely successful; the traitor died on the spot, and a pair of "brothers" who had come to Shanghai for medical treatment were also brought to safety.
That brother was a comrade who was fighting as a guerrilla in the rear. The wounded comrade was a regimental commander who was injured while covering the women and children in the village that was being swept away.
At that time, medical resources in the rear were insufficient, and he did not have time to receive treatment, which caused his wound to become inflamed.
Given the importance of this comrade and the severity of his injuries, the rear authorities risked sending him to Shanghai for treatment.
Wen Zhao had prepared sulfonamides, which were as precious as gold, but this comrade was too unlucky and was allergic to sulfonamides. He almost died after only receiving a small injection and had to be resuscitated several times. Not only was he not cured, but his life was in danger.
The nurse who was taking care of the man shook her head helplessly: "His condition is not good. If the inflammation is not controlled, he won't live to see the day he gets brain damage from the fever."
Wen Zhao gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of powerlessness.
He did everything he could, but... what could he do?
The nurse noticed his distress and sighed, "There's really nothing we can do."
If even a miracle drug like sulfonamides couldn't save him, what else could?
"Knock knock knock."
A sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night quickly woke up the two people who were feeling sad.
The gun was instantly in his hand. Wen Zhao pressed himself against the wall, watching the direction of the door warily, his mind racing.
Was he being followed, monitored here, or betrayed?
A man who walks a tightrope year-round is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that his comrades on the battlefield will be harmed by him.
"Who?" he asked in a low voice, subtly pressing down on his slightly bulging collar.
He had too many secrets; rather than be arrested, tortured, and die, he would rather commit suicide by poison.
A small amount of potassium cyanide could save him from suffering.
But before that, he needs to kill a few more to make his money back!
A fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes, but it vanished the moment he heard the newcomer's voice: "Me."
That voice, who else could it be but Ling Yi's?
How did she catch up? Why didn't I notice?
What does she want from here? Is she hostile?
Countless thoughts raced through his mind. Wen Zhao shook his head at the nurse who had picked up the scalpel and walked step by step toward the door.
The door creaked open, and Ling Yi, dressed in shorts and disguised as an ordinary man, greeted Wen Zhao: "Hi."
If they hadn't been ambushed at the secret hideout, Wen Zhao would have thought he and Ling Yi had met on the street.
Fearing that the woman's next question would be whether he had eaten, Wen Zhao glanced around warily and pulled her into the room.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
With a gun pointed at her head, Ling Yi showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she rolled her eyes and said, "You're never home. Can't I come out and see who you're meeting?"
Instead of slandering the girl, she looked at the man on the bed who was almost dried up and said with a smile, "Oh, so you've come to meet a man, and a man who's about to die."
Another undercover comrade was bewildered by the scene and didn't know whether he should plunge the scalpel into Ling Yi's neck.
Reason told Wen Zhao that he should pull the trigger now and eliminate the body of the person who had stumbled upon the organization's infiltration.
But the hand on the trigger just wouldn't let go.
Was he incompetent and acting on emotion?
Wen Zhao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes filled with struggle and madness.
Ling Yi had no intention of driving him crazy. She glared at him and walked toward the person on the hospital bed.
"do not move!"
"I can save him, so shut up!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously, the latter being more forceful, leaving Wen Zhao completely speechless.
"Do you have syringes and saline solution?" Ling Yi asked the nurse beside her.
The nurse glanced at Wen Zhao, and with his nod, quickly took out the two items for Ling Yi.
Then she saw Lingyi take out a small glass bottle from her bosom and begin preparing the solution.
Seeing the white powder disappear into the solution, the nurse had to remind them, "This person is allergic to sulfonamides."
Currently, the only mainstream anti-inflammatory drug that people know of is sulfonamide. This guy probably thought Ling Yi was bringing this good stuff to save his life.
Unfortunately, this comrade was not fortunate enough to enjoy it.
Ling Yi smiled at her: "Don't worry, it's not sulfonamide."
"What's that?" asked the man behind him holding a gun. At that moment, Wen Zhao suddenly thought of the moldy meat soup in the laboratory.
"None of your business." Ling Yi was unusually impatient with Wen Zhao today. She rolled her eyes and started doing allergy tests on the person in bed.
After confirming that he was ready for injection, Lingyi administered the prepared solution intravenously.
Penicillin is a deadly weapon for people who have never been injected with antibiotics. Before the bottle of medicine was even finished, the person whose face had turned purple from the fever had returned to normal.
This almost miraculous phenomenon left the nurse speechless with astonishment.
If the atmosphere hadn't been so unusual, she would have grabbed Ling Yi and asked her what it was!
A new antibiotic, one that has never appeared before, either internationally or domestically!
This information is extremely important!