In Jiangcheng in 1939, under the nose of the Japanese and puppet public security investigation department, Shen Yanzhou, the doctor at Renjitang, had a secret: he was a single-line secret sentry of the military command, and he only passed on information with the vegetable vendor Guiyan. Each simple military blueprint was sent with a prescription code, and the manuscript was immediately burned. He cannot contact anyone, cannot be absent from court, and even prescribes medicine as a quack. Until Gui Yan suddenly lost contact, Chen Dasui, an investigation agent, led people to surround the vegetable market. Shen Yanzhou still had drawings in his arms that he had not had time to destroy, and there were all spies outside. By treating patients, he stuffed the drawings into the medicine bag and asked the stupid puppet soldier Mao Jinzhi to help deliver it - the idiot orphan who had just been taken in by him handed over a bowl of hot porridge. The internal strife in the military system wanted to seize power and usurp the throne, but Shen Yanzhou used the market ledger to calculate and ruin his reputation. In order to repay a favor, the puppet soldiers at the bottom turned their guns at the critical moment. But Yamaguchi Sadao of the Special High School had already set his sights on Renjitang, and he smelled the smoke in the medicine residue. Shen Yanzhou must use every medical consultation and every prescription to survive on this single line in the devil's cave.
The night dew was so heavy that it could crush a person into the mud.
Lin Qiu put the last handful of Angelica sinensis into the celadon altar, the astringent smell of the medicinal material still lingering on her fingertips. There was only one kerosene lamp in the backyard, and the flame was flickered by the draft, making the shadows of the medicine cabinets on the wall look like rows of tombstones.
He stopped and listened.
There is movement in the wind.
It wasn't a wild cat stepping on the tiles, or the door panel being pushed by the wind - it was the sound of human footsteps, very heavy and urgent, stepping on the stone slabs in the back alley of Ren'an Hall, making a splashing sound with the sound of water. No, it's not water.
Lin Qiu subconsciously straightened her back.
Master Chang
