The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Huishi Hospital in London can be regarded as the best hospital in the British Concession in Tianjin, and its address is near the later Tianjin Stomatological Hospital.

Jacob Heyman handed the test sheet to Wang Qianming, and said in fluent Chinese: "Mr. Wang's illness has been cured, but you should pay attention to rest to avoid catching a cold again. You should also pay attention to what you eat. Don't eat spicy food. Don't eat spoiled food."

"Thank you doctor," Wang Qianming said to Zhou Hexuan with a smile, "Mingcheng, you should feel at ease now."

"There is no big mistake in everything," Zhou Hexuan smiled, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hyman."

"You're welcome. If you're free next week, you can play polo with me." Jacob smiled.

"Of course, I'll call Mr. Consul when the time comes," Zhou Hexuan asked again, "Mr. Hyman, is there any possibility of this disease recurring?"

There is no specific medicine for typhoid fever, and the recurrence and mortality rate are extremely high. It was not until the successful development of chloramphenicol in 1948 that the harm of typhoid fever was effectively controlled.

Jacob solemnly warned: "This disease is easy to relapse, especially within one to two months after recovery. If symptoms such as fever, chills, and diarrhea occur, you must seek medical attention in time, otherwise it will be life-threatening. "

"Is it really that scary?" Wang Qianming asked.

Jacob nodded and said: "Once the optimal treatment time is missed, the mortality rate is close to 80%."

Wang Qianming was completely frightened, and quickly said: "I will be extremely careful."

Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered an article he read before time travelling. According to statistics, the average life expectancy during the Republic of China was only 35 years old, and the mortality rate of infants and epidemics was extremely high. Take typhoid fever as an example, there will be an outbreak every 2-3 years, and tens of thousands of deaths will occur.

These days, human life is the least valuable thing. Many low-level people can only suffer when they get sick, or wait to die if they can't survive.

Damn the Republic of China!

Coming out of the hospital, Wang Qianming clasped his fists and said, "My dear brother, I'm going to the hotel first, and I have to board a boat to go south tomorrow morning."

"Brother Qianming, take care." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Goodbye!"

Just because Zhou Hexuan forced him to come to the hospital for an examination, Wang Qianming thought that Zhou Hexuan was a person worthy of deep friendship, and how much he cared about his friends!

After the two parted, Zhou Hexuan didn't go to the newspaper office, but went home directly by rickshaw. He just took out a few calligraphy treasures and hid them, when he heard a hasty knock on the door.

Li Shoumin outside the door kept wiping his sweat. He came running from the newspaper office. When he saw Zhou Hexuan, he said, "Finally found you, come with me!"

"What happened?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Li Shoumin said anxiously: "Chu Yufeng has taken Meng Xiaodong away, you should quickly find the young commander to find a solution."

Zhou Hexuan didn't have any special thoughts about Meng Xiaodong, but we were still friends after all, he couldn't let go of it, and immediately set off for the Marshal's Mansion.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xueliang was not there, so Yu Fengzhi received him personally, made coffee for Zhou Hexuan and said, "The battle on the front line is fierce, and Hanqing went to Nankou to supervise the battle three days ago. Is there anything urgent you need to do with Hanqing?"

Zhou Hexuan immediately narrated what had happened. He was afraid that Yu Fengzhi would not help, so he added embellishments and said, "Xiaodong is my confidante, so I ask my wife to help me!"

Sure enough, when Yu Fengzhi heard this, he immediately said: "Then what are you waiting for? There are some guards in my house, you take them all over. By the way, let Jin Zhiming accompany you, I am not afraid that Chu Yufeng will not let them go!"

"Madam, thank you for your kindness! I will take my leave first." Zhou Hexuan said happily.

When leaving the Marshal's Mansion, Zhou Hexuan was in a Chevrolet car, followed by a military truck with more than ten guards on board.

Chu Yufeng's mansion was in Nanshi, Tianjin, and the convoy drove swiftly all the way, and soon arrived at the big courtyard house.

Zhou Hexuan got off the driveway: "Brother Ming Jing, please!"

"Don't worry, put it on me," Jin Zhiming pulled out his gun and ordered immediately, "Slam down the door for me!"

More than a dozen guards in the Young Marshal's Mansion are like wolves and tigers. These are the new-style troops trained by Zhang Xueliang. They formed a human wall, counted "one two one" and stepped forward, and then rushed forward.

"boom!"

The solid solid wood door bolt was directly broken, and Zhou Hexuan, Li Shoumin and Jin Zhiming followed immediately.

A few big soldiers ran out of the courtyard, and scolded: "What are you doing, you dare to break into Second Master Chu's house, and you're getting impatient!"

"How dare you call yourself a master in front of me?" Jin Zhiming was furious, "I will take them all!"

The guards at the Young Marshal's Mansion were visibly fiercer, rushing forward crazily, throwing the butt of their guns at anyone who dared to fight back, and immediately knocked Chu Yufeng's men over.

Inside the courtyard.

Chu Yufeng was sitting on the teacher's chair, listening to the music leisurely, clapping the beat from time to time to applaud.

Meng Xiaodong looked miserable, but the song he sang was still so beautiful. She is wearing a cheongsam with high slits at the moment, no Peking opera oil makeup on her face, but a beard (long beard), making her look even more pretty in a weird way.

Chu Yufeng knows how to play!

"boom!"

The sound of the outside door being knocked open awakened Chu Yufeng, and then there was another scream of fighting, and he was furious: "His grandma is a bear, which gray grandson dares to come to my house to make trouble!"

Chu Yufeng stood up with her gun drawn, kicked the teacher's chair away, and strode outside. Before he could walk out of the courtyard, people from outside had already rushed in, and the two sides collided on the steps.

Seeing that the opposite party was holding guns, Second Master Chu felt a little guilty, and said sternly, "Whose soldiers are you?"

Zhou Hexuan stepped forward and said, "Commander Chu, it's been a long time."

"It's you," Chu Yufeng said with a sneer when she met Zhou Hexuan before, "I heard that you went to work as an errand in the Marshal's Mansion and set up some kind of foundation. Did you come to my mansion today because you wanted to rebel?"

Zhou Hexuan said neither humble nor overbearing: "I have a friend who was invited by Commander Chu to sing an opera, and I want to take her back."

"Hehe, you are here to snatch women from me. You are good enough. Are you really not afraid of death?" Chu Yufeng looked at Zhou Hexuan viciously, but did not dare to move casually, and could only threaten with words.

Meng Xiaodong also came out, and the moment she saw Zhou Hexuan, her face was full of joy, and the grief and indignation of being robbed by Chu Yufeng were swept away.

Zhou Hexuan nodded and smiled at Meng Xiaodong, signaling her to be at ease, and then said: "Commander Chu, do me a favor."

Chu Yufeng said angrily: "For your face, what kind of onion are you? It's not a dog raised by our Chu family! Don't rely on your large number of soldiers, try to trick me if you have the guts!"

"Hehe." It was the first time Zhou Hexuan was scolded like a dog. Instead of being angry, he smiled, which seemed to be quite interesting.

Jin Zhiming was angry. Zhou Hexuan belonged to Zhang Xueliang, and he belonged to Zhang Xueliang. Zhou Hexuan was called a dog, so what is Jin Zhiming? Immediately he shouted: "Mr. Zhou, don't talk nonsense with him. Brothers, call me!"

"You dare!" Chu Yufeng had already taken a few steps back when he spoke, if he hadn't relied on his elder brother Chu Yupu's might, he would have run away long ago.

Two fists were no match for four hands, and Chu Yufeng was useless even with a gun in his hand. The guards of the Young Marshal's Mansion rushed up and beat her nose and face swollen in minutes, screaming like a pig for mercy.

"Don't hit, don't hit, if you hit again, you will die!" Zhou Hexuan hurried up to dissuade him, but his feet were relentless, and he stomped hard on Chu Yufeng's face, leaving a few shoe marks of size 43.

Jin Zhiming saw that it was almost done, and said with a smile: "Close the team!"

Zhou Hexuan led the people to come and go quickly, and disappeared in the courtyard in an instant.

Chu Yufeng got up in embarrassment, her whole face was swollen into a pig's head, and her nosebleeds flowed endlessly like running water.

Well, two of his front teeth are missing, and he speaks so breathlessly that he can't hear what he is yelling at all.