Hearing Adams Teach's words, Fang Lang smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the direction of the Navy Club.
Everyone hurriedly followed and returned to the room. Fang Lang took a cold shower, changed into a decent white shirt and black trousers, and then drove to the hospital where Colonel Antar Heydrich's youngest son was under the guidance of Adams Teach.
This is a hospital located in the city of Rio de Janeiro. It seems to be about the same size as the county-level hospital that Fang Lang saw in his hometown in the 1990s.
But in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil at this time, it was already considered a good private hospital. It had at least three buildings with more than three floors.
Compared to the hospital in Natal, this place can already be called luxurious. Of course, it is incomparable to the scale of the hospital that Fang Lang is building in Sao Paulo.
As for the medical strength of the hospital, Fang Lang had no idea. The group passed through the building in front of the hospital in a mighty manner and came to the information desk on the second floor of the inpatient department. Two Indian men who looked a little fat were busy inside.
They were all stunned when they saw such a group of big men coming in. Among them was an officer in a colonel's uniform. The two of them quickly stopped what they were doing and looked at everyone in a bewildered manner, obviously frightened.
Adams Teach took two quick steps to the reception desk and asked:
"There is a little patient named Ricardo Heydrich. Is he hospitalized here?"
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The male nurse, who looked nervous, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He quickly picked up a clip and searched for it, and soon found the name. He looked up at Adams Teach nervously and said,
"Yes... there is such a person, living in Room 206."
Hearing this, Adams Teach nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Take us over to visit."
The male nurse swallowed hard, looked at the group of strong men in front of him with some worry, then turned to look at his companions. When the other party saw his gaze, he quickly turned his head away.
He could only curse inwardly, walked out of the reception desk trembling, and walked towards Ward 206.
After Fang Lang's guards knew that they were on the second floor, they immediately dispersed and took control of the entire second floor. For a moment, the atmosphere on the entire second floor became somewhat solemn.
A bald strong man who was cursing was pushing open the door of the ward with a kettle in his hand and walking out. He met a strong man who was still wearing a suit in the hot weather. He was about to curse in his heart, "What an idiot!" for wearing a suit in the hot weather.
He was pushed back into the room by the other party. The strong man was furious and was about to curse when he saw that the entire corridor was full of men dressed the same as the other party.
He swallowed back the words he was about to say, but still managed to remain calm and said:
"What, what are you doing?"
The guard in the black suit ignored the words and just blocked the other person with his left hand. His right hand unconsciously touched his waist and looked at the other person with cold eyes.
"go back."
The bald strong man accidentally glanced at the other person's right hand and discovered that there was a gun handle with a distinct metallic texture exposed there. He shuddered and stepped back in fear, almost peeing.
I didn't dare to say any more nonsense. I went back to my room obediently and locked the door instinctively.
Seeing this, the sick woman was about to ask, but the bald man hurried forward, covered her mouth with his hand, and said in a low voice:
"Shh! Don't talk, don't talk."
The woman was stunned when she saw this scene. Then she looked at the fine beads of sweat oozing from the other's bald head and his slightly pale fat face. She knew in her heart that this must be a big problem and she didn't bother to argue with him.
He wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, but his eyes looked out the door uncontrollably.
Fang Lang obviously would not ask about these trivial matters. Ever since he had experienced an attack, the vigilance of the guards around him had increased dramatically, and the slightest sign of trouble would arouse their high alertness.
This is why today's trip was a temporary one. If he had received the news in advance, his men would have come here early and checked it carefully.
He is probably the one who makes the most pomp and circumstance in the entire Brazilian army. Although Adams Teach beside him has the rank of colonel, he usually travels with only a driver and a guard.
Even when his superior, Lieutenant General Crook, went out, he was accompanied by at most a guard squad, but he was indeed the only rear admiral who was specially approved by the president to have a guard company for protection.
As a minority, Fang Lang would not let his guard down in a chaotic place like Brazil, so no matter where he went, he would always have at least a platoon of fully armed guards taking turns to protect him.
Fang Lang and Adams Teach followed the male nurse to a ward numbered 206. When they opened the door, they saw six beds inside, which seemed very crowded. There was not even a single isolation curtain around them.
As the male nurse pushed open the door, five or six soldiers from the guard platoon squeezed in immediately, stood quietly around the room, and looked at everyone in the ward vigilantly.
Everyone in the ward looked at it in confusion, obviously not understanding what was happening.
The male nurse didn't care about that and pointed to a bed next to the window outside and said:
"That's the Ricardo Heydrich you're looking for."
After saying that, he stepped aside, unwilling to move forward.
Adams Teach, who followed in, saw at a glance a very elegant-looking lady sitting beside the bed.
Without paying attention to the male nurse's reaction, he gestured to Fang Lang, then took the initiative to step forward and nodded to him:
"Good morning, Frau Heydrich!
I am Adams Teach."
He pointed at Fang Lang behind him and said:
"This is Rear Admiral Fang Lang. When I was having dinner with Colonel Antar Heydrich last night, I heard about Heydrich Jr.'s situation and reported it to the general this morning.
The general is very concerned about the child's condition and asked me to bring him here to visit him immediately. I hope I didn't disturb you."
Mrs. Heydrich had long chestnut hair tied up behind her head and wore a plain long skirt. She looked elegant. From her straight back while sitting on the stool, it could be seen that she was a noble woman who had received a good education since childhood.
She was feeling surprised by the sudden influx of so many people into the ward, but when she saw Adams Teach wearing the same naval colonel uniform as her husband, she knew his identity after hearing his self-introduction.
After hearing him introduce the identity of the young man behind him to her, she was obviously stunned. As a noble woman who often organized salon gatherings for naval officers' wives, she had a certain understanding of the navy's situation.
Seeing the other person's skin color and unrealistically young age, she already had a vague idea of his identity.
It was precisely because she understood Fang Lang's identity that she became a little flustered. She didn't quite understand why he would come to visit her children. After all, her husband was now just a nominal naval colonel who had been relegated to the bench.
And the man in front of her, if she guessed correctly, should be the most powerful general in the entire Brazilian Navy.
Seeing that the other party was a little dazed, Fang Lang didn't care. He smiled and walked forward, stretched out his right hand and gently shook the other party's fingers, then let go of the other party's somewhat cold fingers.
He said very kindly:
"Good morning, Frau Heydrich!
I am your husband's colleague, my name is Fang Lang."
As he spoke, he took the flowers handed over by adjutant Qi Qingshan and handed them to him, saying:
"I heard about little Heydrich today, so I came to visit you. I hope I didn't disturb you."
Mrs. Heydrich, who had been in a daze, did not react until she received the flowers. The habit she had cultivated since childhood forced her to calm down. She forced a smile on her face, bowed slightly to Fang Lang, and said to him:
"General Fang, we are honored by your arrival. The conditions here are simple and we are sorry for the poor hospitality."
Seeing how the other person was trying hard to hold on, Fang Lang just nodded at her. Her husband was not there, so it was obviously not appropriate to say anything more to him.
Therefore, he turned his head and looked directly at the sick little patient Ricardo Heydrich. He saw that he was wearing a mask covering most of his face, so he couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, but from his thin physique and pale skin color, it can be seen that he has been ill for some time.
The little guy obviously noticed Fang Lang. When he saw Fang Lang looking at him, he nodded at Fang Lang very politely. Just as he was about to say something, he started coughing.
This made Fang Lang frown. When he saw him wearing a mask, his heart tightened and he became a little worried. Could it be some infectious disease?
He was about to go over to see the other party but suddenly stopped and turned to look at Mrs. Heydrich and said:
"Madam, what disease is this that little Heydrich has?"
Mrs. Heydrich still looked a little dazed. After hearing Fang Lang's question, she quickly replied:
"Oh! The doctor diagnosed that Ricardo had tuberculosis. My poor child, I don't know why he got this disease. No one else in our family has this problem!"
Fang Lang's heart tightened when he heard this. Oh my god, it really is an infectious disease! This completely stopped him from going in to visit the little guy.
However, as far as Fang Lang knows, tuberculosis in later generations seems to be completely cured! I just don't know if there is a specific medicine developed in this era.
"Oh! Does the doctor have any good treatment?"
Hearing Fang Lang's words, Mrs. Heydrich smiled bitterly and sighed:
“Now the doctors have used penicillin injections, but it has been almost two weeks now and there has been no improvement.”
Hearing this, Fang Lang was stunned. Penicillin! I know this! No wonder the family savings were emptied in such a short time. Penicillin is now extremely expensive!
At the same time, it is also regarded as a miracle drug by many doctors. Whenever there is a disease that cannot be cured, the first reaction is to try using penicillin.
But it seems that this doctor's level is obviously not good enough! If penicillin is effective, why does it need to be used for two weeks? Wouldn't it make the little guy produce antibodies?
From then on, the effect of penicillin on him became less and less effective.
Suddenly, he remembered that when he was chatting with the team doctor on the ship in his previous life, the other party seemed to have mentioned that not long after the invention of penicillin, a kind of streptomycin was invented!
That thing seems to be a specific medicine for tuberculosis!
I just don't know if this thing has been invented yet. I'll send a telegram to Lilith to ask. If streptomycin has been invented, then we can give it to the little guy directly!
If the little guy's illness was cured, he believed that even if Colonel Antar Heydrich did not swear allegiance to him, he would not stand against him!
Moreover, this can also save a rare upright soldier.
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