Chen Zhaohua followed Madam Wang to the room where Wang Hanmin was resting. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Wang Hanmin wearing a hospital gown, standing in front of the table watching his son Wang Jianhao write calligraphy.
Wang Hanmin has always valued his family highly, but due to work requirements, he is often away on business trips and has little time to spend with his wife and children, which has always made him feel guilty. Now that he finally has some free time, he tries to spend as much time as possible with his children every day.
He was correcting his son's handwriting mistakes and was in high spirits when he heard footsteps. He turned around and saw Chen Zhaohua coming in, so he smiled and said, "Dr. Chen, I'm sorry to trouble you again today, but please wait a moment while I write a few more words for the child and explain a few sentences."
Chen Zhaohua hurriedly nodded in agreement, saying, "Of course, of course. The director comes from a family with a long tradition of scholarship and has taught him with great care. It is truly a case of a loving father and a filial son. Young Master is sure to have a bright future!"
Chen Zhaohua exchanged a few polite words with Wang Hanmin, not daring to disturb the father and son, and then withdrew. Madam Wang poured him tea, and Chen Zhaohua sat in the living room to continue waiting.
Time passed slowly, and after about twenty minutes, Wang Hanmin finished instructing his son and called Chen Zhaohua to go in and change his dressing.
Chen Zhaohua quickly picked up the medicine box and went back into the inner room, smiling as he said, "Director, let's begin. It should be quick today; most of your wounds have already scabbed over, so it won't be long!"
"Okay, thank you for your hard work!"
Chen Zhaohua helped Wang Hanmin onto the bed, untied his hospital gown, and deftly removed the gauze from his bandages one by one.
Looking at Wang Hanmin's wounds, which were gradually healing, Chen Zhaohua nodded and comforted him, "Director, your physical condition is very good, and your wounds are healing well. Only the two wounds on your chest were more serious and are recovering more slowly. You will probably need to change the dressing twice more. I will apply for another dose of sulfamethoxazole for you tomorrow to make sure there are no problems."
Wang Hanmin said with a smile, "Sulfonamides are not easy to obtain these days, so please put in a lot of effort!"
"You're too kind! Director Li said that the medication he prescribed for you should be the best. Sulfonamides are hard to find outside, but our Special Agent Headquarters has connections, so please don't worry!"
As Chen Chaohua spoke, he opened the medicine box beside him, took out cotton balls, dipped them in medicine, and cleaned the wounds on Wang Hanmin's body. Just then, the telephone rang in the living room, and soon Mrs. Wang's voice could be heard answering the phone.
Chen Zhaohua didn't pay attention. After cleaning one wound, he reached out and took out a white medicine bottle, gently unscrewed the cap, and was about to apply medicine to the wound.
Just then, Mrs. Wang let out a scream in the living room. Wang Hanmin and Chen Zhaohua were both startled, and Chen Zhaohua's hand paused involuntarily.
Immediately following was the sound of hurried footsteps, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Madam Wang rushed in. She saw the medicine bottle in Chen Zhaohua's hand, immediately lunged at him, and knocked the medicine bottle out of his hand.
The medicine bottle immediately crashed to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, the glass shattering into pieces, and white powder scattering everywhere!
Chen Zhaohua was stunned and speechless by this sudden scene!
Rewind ten minutes. In the infirmary, Li Zhiqun and others were waiting for news outside the treatment room when Secretary Zhuang rushed in from outside.
Upon seeing Li Zhiqun, he quickly ran to him and whispered in his ear, "Director, twenty minutes ago, Wu Zhenming was attacked at Kangjiaqiao. He is dead, and only two guards survived."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Li Zhiqun felt a buzzing in his head. He had been forcing himself to handle affairs after his injury, and today, with one unexpected event after another, his blood rushed to his head, and he felt a little dizzy. The people around him quickly stepped forward to support him.
The action team had always been Li Zhiqun's trusted subordinates and his greatest asset, especially Wu Zhenming, who was originally part of his team and a skilled member of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. However, Wu Zhenming had also been killed, which was far more significant than the deaths of the peripheral personnel.
Li Zhiqun steadied himself and asked urgently, "Do you know the specifics? Who did it?"
Secretary Zhuang hurriedly replied, "I don't know. The other side wasn't injured at all. According to the surviving guards, it was done by students from Juchuan Academy. They called the leader 'Instructor' and mentioned Minister Ding during their conversation. Besides, there couldn't be anyone else but them. The Second Brigade is currently investigating the scene, and the follow-up results will be reported soon."
"It's Ding Mo again!"
Wu Shicai had been unable to contain himself for a long time. Early this morning, his two captains were attacked, and now one is dead and the other is injured, with the injured one's fate still unknown.
He helped Li Zhiqun up and said in a harsh voice, "Director, those people surnamed Zhou and Ding are completely untrustworthy. Just one night later, Zhenming and Lao Pan were murdered. We can't tolerate this any longer. I'll go and arrange for someone to teach them a lesson right now."
Li Zhiqun was also anxious, but he still managed to maintain a sliver of clarity. He still couldn't completely believe that Zhou Fushan and Ding Mo would actually dare to break the previous agreement. He knew that doing so would be tantamount to openly opposing the Shadow Agency and making enemies of Haruki Masayoshi. If Haruki Masayoshi ordered the army to intervene, the consequences would be extremely serious. Zhou Fushan and Ding Mo shouldn't be so reckless.
Just as he was hesitating whether to call Qing Qingzhengliang or Zhou Fushan, Dr. Liu came out of the treatment room.
Everyone rushed over. Dr. Liu spread his hands and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Director, I've done my best. Captain Pan's injuries were too severe. His internal organs were badly damaged, and he was bleeding continuously without being able to stop it. I couldn't save him..."
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