The morning mist in the French Concession in Tianjin had not yet dissipated, and Adjutant Zhou stood solemnly on the bluestone steps in front of Xie's house. He unconsciously stroked the intelligence in his inner pocket, the summary of the Japanese army's crimes written by the young marshal himself and several photos rescued from the laboratory. When his fingertips touched the edge of the oil paper, he withdrew them as if he was burned.

"Adjutant Zhou?"

A clear female voice sounded from behind, and Adjutant Zhou suddenly froze. Looking back, Zheng Wanqing was standing quietly behind him with a cowhide briefcase in her hand. She was wearing a lilac cheongsam and a British plaid coat, and her exquisite attire exuded competence and elegance, and it was obvious that she was preparing to report.

"Madam..." Adjutant Zhou nodded slightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. The young marshal's strict instructions to forbid his wife from taking any risks were still ringing in his ears, making his heart tighten.

Zheng Wanqing's eyes fell on the bulging inner pocket of his military uniform. As she approached, she brought with her a wisp of jasmine fragrance. "How is the situation in the southern suburbs? Is the young commander all right?"

"The young marshal and Dr. Zheng are both fine." Adjutant Zhou answered hastily, just like a student nervously reciting in front of a teacher. "It's just that an epidemic broke out in the refugee area, and the young marshal ordered his subordinates to send an epidemic prevention notice to the emperor."

"Anti-epidemic notice?" Zheng Wanqing repeated in disbelief, her eyebrows slightly frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Adjutant Zhou sighed helplessly and slowly took out the document wrapped in oil paper.

As soon as Zheng Wanqing saw the photo, her body began to tremble violently. In the photo, a poor child was curled up on an iron bed, with a pile of petri dishes beside him. The Japanese words "Greater East Asia Epidemic Prevention Experiment" on the label hurt her eyes.

"It started three days ago?" Her voice was very hoarse.

Adjutant Zhou looked down at the toes of his worn leather boots: "The young marshal told me to submit this information to the newspapers for publication..."

Hearing this, Zheng Wanqing took the documents from Adjutant Zhou without hesitation, and the documents made a rustling sound in her slightly trembling hands. "I'll go find Editor Liu." Her tone was firm and resolute, revealing a fearless courage.

"Madam!" Adjutant Zhou saw this and quickly reached out to stop her, his face full of anxiety, "The young marshal specifically instructed..."

"He doesn't want me to get involved in this, right?" Zheng Wanqing turned around suddenly: "Tell Xie Yun that if anyone needs to punish someone, punish me." After saying that, she decisively stuffed the documents into her briefcase, turned around and left in a hurry.

The door of Liu Yuzheng's office was half-open. Through the crack, one could see him working at his desk, reviewing an essay, his eyes slightly narrowed behind his black-framed glasses.

"Editor Liu." Zheng Wanqing knocked on the door lightly, then walked into the house and gently placed the document wrapped in oil paper on the quaint mahogany desk.

Liu Zheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the voice, and moved his eyes away from the theory. He slowly lifted a corner of the oil paper with his fingers. After just one glance, he suddenly closed the document. He slowly took off his glasses, pressed his knuckles against his brows and pressed them hard twice, trying to calm the raging anger in his heart.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Inoue Yuichi?"

Zheng Wanqing nodded solemnly: "From the Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention Department."

"Beast!" Liu Zheng suddenly punched the table, causing the ink bottle to jump up and splash a dazzling blue on the solid wood table. He breathed rapidly, and the veins on his neck bulged.

The door of the office was gently pushed open. Ji Chen walked in with a stack of proofs. He was wearing a neat suit, his hair was still stained with rain from outside, and he exuded a cool aura. His eyes inadvertently swept over the photos scattered on the table, and his slender fingers couldn't help but wrinkle the illustration proofs in his hand.

"You've come just in time." Liu Yuzheng took a deep breath, his voice regaining the calmness that only an editor can have. "Go and call the director of the current affairs section and Smith from the English department. Let's have a meeting."

Ji Chen nodded slightly, and when he turned around, his eyes lingered on Zheng Wanqing's face for a moment, with a silent question in his eyes. Zheng Wanqing pursed her lips and shook her head gently, her expression full of solemnity and worry.