Chapter 382

As long as it’s not on herself, Zhu Yuyan doesn’t mind giving others a shot.

However, it is not easy to listen to their words and do as they say.

The frame still need to be set up a little bit.

So, Zhu Yuyan refused righteously.

“I have sworn before God.”

“It is our duty to save lives and help the sick.”

The position of nurse in modern medicine was developed from the western civilization, in the beginning, nurses were really the maidservants of the doctors and patients, doing all the dirty work, without much professional respect to speak of.

However, thanks to the “blessing” of the war, there was suddenly a great demand for doctors and nurses in society. Because before the doctor is not to do to save lives, rather than dedicated to save lives, rather than a doctor of science, the development of Western medicine in the early stage, doctors and science maniacs almost, bloodletting and blood transfusion of this pair of Western medicine, the two machetes is invented by these doctors, as bloodletting can be put out of the body of the disease as blood transfusion is not to cure the disease, but in order to restore the youth of the poor body of young blood transfusion to the aging blood of the nobility. blood from the poor into the aging bodies of the aristocrats to rejuvenate them for balls and dates with their lovers. And although blood types were not discovered until after the advent of microbes and microscopes, they were in fact discovered by missionaries and part-time doctors, because under their “treatments” some patients would die from blood transfusions, a normal therapeutic accident that did not arouse objections from the families of the patients, who were politely told that “The patient died”. It wasn’t until blood types were discovered, on top of the many dead, that it was realized that transfusions between different blood types could kill.

RIP to those noble lords who were unfortunate enough to bear the brunt of medical advances.

Not that there weren’t poor people who were treated by the doctors of the time, but it’s true that most of those who were able to benefit from the doctors’ attentive blood transfusion treatments were wealthy aristocrats.

Anyway, Zhu Yuyan had taken a serious oath with the other female students when she was studying modern nursing techniques in school, and she had spat a lot about the oath – in her heart.

Swearing to protect patient privacy and whatnot – there really would be a lot of privacy in an aristocratic home.

Swearing not to give poisonous or harmful substances to patients and whatnot – there really would be a lot of poisonous and harmful substances in noble homes, and nurses and doctors were sometimes bribed, so that was a pretty big warning.

The fact that she spat it out then doesn’t stop her from taking the oath she took then and using it now.

For example, she could just demand that Mr. Yamamoto tell her what it was, and if it was poisonous or harmful she would never give him a shot – unless he insisted, then she would be forced to do so.

Yamamoto, believe it or not, showed that he admired her.

Yamamoto: “You are a respected lady, and I hold as much trust in you as your son does in his dearest friend, and I am taking great risks in making this request to you, so please believe me when I say that my friendship for you is so strong.”

Nonsense aside, Yamamoto’s point was – you’re in the thief’s boat.

It’s the same way she sends a thank you note before asking for a donation, and Yamamoto says I trust you before making a request.

The shot, then, is the pitch.

By taking the shot for him, she’s getting on his boat.

This means that this needle is really quite important.

Zhu Yuyan couldn’t think of what major secrets this shot was about for a moment.

Her brain had already jumped to the fact that the US and German armies were the ones that had dispensed heroin and opium cigarettes to boost the morale of their armies, could it be that Yamamoto was already addicted to such things?

He wouldn’t want to drag Su Chunjun to smoke with her.

Truly, there were too many messed up things in this era, and she surprisingly didn’t find anything unbelievable after making such a presumption.

This made Zhu Yuyan’s face turn sour.

Yamamoto continued, “I got seriously ill.”

Zhu Yuyan: “……”

Peak!

So he wasn’t *addicted* to smoking, he was sick and in treatment!

Zhu Yuyan breathes a huge sigh of relief, then asks with concern, “Is your health okay?”

Yamamoto said heavily, “Please don’t worry, I have been undergoing treatment. I bought the latest type of therapeutic medicine from the United States and Germany and injected it every day. I know I’m gradually getting better, but my enemies think I’ve fallen.” He looked to Zhu Yuyan, “Yan Ji, I am here to ask for your help.”

Zhu Yuyan responded by taking out her handkerchief, carefully wiping her hands clean, picking up the syringe on the table, observing that there was no excess air in the syringe, tying a belt around Yamamoto’s upper arm to tighten it, finding a blood vessel, and gently, slowly, sticking it in – it had been too long since I’d stuck a needle in, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find a blood vessel!

Let the needle go back and forth and back and forth in the vein – not on purpose, really can’t find it.

Ten minutes later, the shot was finally done.

The inside of Yamamoto’s arm was already blue and red – not on purpose, just a little bit of subcutaneous bleeding.

Zhu Yuyan put the syringe back on the table and calmly said, “Of course I’ll be your friend.”

— hoping Yamamoto wouldn’t regret letting her take the shot.

Having re-established their friendship, the two sides seemed to seem closer.

Zhu Yuyan cared for Mr. Yamamoto’s health and said that since Mr. Yamamoto had delivered such a heavy trust, she and Mr. Su would definitely consider Mr. Yamamoto as their most important friend.

-After all, Yamamoto makes it obvious that the enemy in his mouth is no one else but the very people in the Japanese military who want him out of power.

Yamamoto was sick, and that’s why his relationship with the Japanese military had become strained. His illness must not be light, and it is obvious that there is no ironclad group in the Japanese military, and there must be people who want to take his place.

That’s why Yamamoto has many more Chinese bodyguards in his house.

Of course, this could also be a plot devised by Yamamoto.

But for now, it might as well be believed that he’s really sick.

Zhu Yuyan asked Yamamoto if there was anything he needed her to do.

Yamamoto covered his arm and said, “I’m almost out of medicine, and I told them I was cured, which makes it impossible for me to buy any more medicine from people I know. Suppose you could help me buy medicine through your connections, I would be grateful.”

Zhu Yuyan immediately agreed, “Of course.”

Yamamoto gave the name of the medicine, Zhu Yuyan memorized it, and only then did she take her leave.

Outside, the sky was already full of stars.

Su Chunjun sat in the car as a row of cars parked in front of Yamamoto’s house.

All of them were loaded.

A row of Japanese soldiers also all stood at the door with their guns.

The reason there was no fight was that a Japanese man stood outside Su Chunjun’s car, bent over and said, “Mr. Su, I assure you that Mrs. Su is not in any danger.”

Su Chunjun: “Then why hasn’t my wife come out yet.”

Japanese adjutant: “Mr. Yamamoto has something important to discuss with Mrs. Su.”

When the gate opens, Zhu Yuyan walks out accompanied by Jin Juli just to see the confrontation outside the gate.

She quickened her pace to cross over the Japanese soldiers and arrived in front of Su Chunjun’s car, the Japanese adjutant immediately stepped back and bowed, “Mrs. Su, Mr. Su has been waiting for you.”

Zhu Yuyan pulled open the car door and sat in the car, nodding to the Japanese adjutant before waving goodbye to Jin Juli.

Su Chunjun’s heart nearly jumped out of his throat the moment he saw her.

He was thinking about it as he sat in the car, reason and emotion struggling.

Reason told him that Yamamoto wouldn’t suddenly tear his face off. He couldn’t find out why from the Intelligence Section, so he had to come running on his own, using him as a bargaining chip to threaten Yamamoto, and he was betting that Yamamoto didn’t want to turn his back on the KMT right now. The Japanese side must have a deal with the KMT internally, and they weren’t attacking in full force right now just because the time wasn’t right yet.

But if both he and his wife died here in Yamamoto’s place, it would be tantamount to tearing their faces off.

The Intelligence Section didn’t want him to come, but he still entangled all the armed forces he could control and surrounded Yamamoto’s house.

He had already learned that Yamamoto was at odds with key members of the Japanese military, and it seemed that the Japanese domestic community was planning to parachute in another person to replace Yamamoto, who was eager to get credit for his work.

Yamamoto shouldn’t want to turn against him now.

He shouldn’t have miscalculated.

Su Chunjun’s heart just now didn’t know how many times he had thought back and forth about how he would have to die to repay her if she had died.

Now she was out, alive, sitting beside him.

Su Chunjun didn’t wait for her to finish and said to Chen driver, “Drive.”

Driver Chen sounded the horn, and only then did the line of automobiles start together and speed away from the Yamamoto house.

It was only after these cars left that the Japanese adjutant removed his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He wasn’t wrong, every one of those cars was loaded with weapons, every car was equipped with a machine gun, two machine gunners, and boxes of lutetium bullets.

This Chinese guy was crazy, he was so close to trying to blow up the street.

The Japanese adjutant returned to Yamamoto’s room and reported all that had just happened.

Yamamoto: “He was very calm? No loss of temper?”

Japanese Adjutant: “Yes, but I believe he came here with the determination to die.”

Yamamoto sighed regretfully, “It seems he loves his wife very much.”

Japanese adjutant: “Mrs. Su is also a very fine woman.”

Yamamoto nodded, “Yes. It is a pity that she is not a Japanese woman. China has many beautiful people, and one day they will all become loyal subjects of my Japan.”