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"Sorry, my medical skills are not as superb as you think. As you can see, I am only good at certain aspects."

"Thank you, Mr. Peter Sain. You are such a magnanimous gentleman. Thank you for the red wine. The party was beautiful tonight."

After rejecting the invitation from the British consul in Shanghai to be a personal doctor, Chen Junwei bowed and left.

Holding Wang Jiazhi's arm, she danced gently to the melodious tune.

Wang Jiazhi is wearing a cheongsam, exuding a seductive and charming aura. She does not show any timidity in this kind of social scene, but complements each other and makes her even more gorgeous.

What is more interesting is that regardless of the dignitaries at home and abroad, even if there are many handsome men among them, Wang Jiazhi still likes to cling to Chen Jun's side, as if she is afraid that he will leave.

"Isn't that a good opportunity just now, British Consul?" Wang Jiazhi asked.

“Don’t be too deliberate, and you may not be able to find better options when you get to Shanghai.”

Chen Jun once told her a rough plan, which was mainly to take advantage of the situation and power to get close to Yi Mocheng, and then kill him as a traitor.

"Yeah." Wang Jiazhi nodded. She didn't have much ideals. She just wanted to stay with him.

"Your cheongsam outfit is very beautiful."

Wang Jiazhi raised her eyebrows, "I hate it, you just like me to have fun."

"It's where it is. It's not enough to see it here. Let me wear it at night..."

Wang Jiazhi's face turned red.

Somehow, since that day, many changes have occurred in Kuang Yumin, such as his inexplicable medical skills, and he always likes to make her happy.

However, she didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, she felt secretly happy, which made her feel ashamed for no reason.

"Someone is here, the group you rescued this morning."

Chen Jun raised his eyes and saw that the middle-aged man, his bodyguards Yao Fan and Xiang Pingsheng were walking towards him hand in hand. Their expressions were calm and smiling, and it seemed that they were not attacking the enemy.

He stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, after all, he had the first fault for what happened in the morning.

Immediately Chen Jun took Wang Jiazhi's arm and walked towards them, apologetically, "I'm very sorry about what happened this morning. This glass of red wine is my apology to you."

After drinking 1/4 of the red wine, Chen Jun's posture was very low, but no one dared to despise his calm attitude.

The middle-aged man and Yao Fan looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

On this trip, they did not come to attack the enemy. On the contrary, after seeing the British consul and the Glaxo company representative showing favor to the young man, they gave up their grudges and planned to come to make friends with this young man whose background was unknown.

Talents.

They didn't expect to encounter something like this when they arrived, but I have to say that Chen Jun's low profile made them feel very comfortable, and the grudge in their hearts about their loved ones being plotted was completely eliminated.

He assesses the situation, is experienced and capable, and has amazing medical skills.

I have to say he is a talent.

The two of them sighed inwardly. The middle-aged man in Chinese tunic was the first to pick up the goblet and said, "A small favor or grudge is nothing to worry about. I, Xiang Yutang, would also like to thank Brother Kuang for his kindness today. Thank you for this cup."

Afterwards, Yao Fan and Xiang Pingsheng toasted to Chen Jun one after another.

He secretly speculated on what the middle-aged Xiang Yutang said. Brother Kuang, in such a short period of time, his identity information has been clearly revealed by the other party. It seems that he is indeed rich or noble.

But during the Republic of China, which big family had a surname?

"A small gift is not respectful."

Xiang Yutang handed over an envelope. It looked really thin, but it probably contained a check.

Chen Jun did not accept it and declined politely, "To be honest, I was short of money before, so I put my idea on your young master's head."

"But it is not my wish that things have evolved to that extent. I am a doctor. Although I cannot save people whenever I see them, I will try my best to make up for the mistakes I make. I cannot accept this money. What's more, I am in a foreign country.

I also got £10,000 from someone, which is enough for me to spend this time."

Enough, more than enough.

As long as your consumption is reasonable, you will have nothing to worry about in Shanghai for the rest of your life.

Xiang Yutang was secretly dumbfounded. The envelope contained ten thousand pounds, but it was only legal tender. This comparison was simply unsatisfactory. It seemed that they had still far underestimated the value of the young man in front of them.

"Mr. Kuang is honest, our Xiang family hopes to make you a friend."

Xiang Yutang took back the envelope and presented a business card with both hands.

"Xiang's Pharmaceutical!"

Chen Jun took it and scanned it, feeling that it was a coincidence. A representative of Glaxo Company appeared on the ship. Could this company be an agent for Western medicines?

I'm afraid that's the case, thinking in his mind, Chen Jun couldn't help but have a low opinion of this company, but he still talked and laughed calmly with nothing unusual on his face.

In this era, Western medicine agents, generally companies of Western powers, exploit domestic accomplices and executioners.

Originally, he planned to make good friends with this company and take advantage of the opportunity to hook up with Yi Mocheng, but now he still has to think about one or two things.

In this era of war, famine, plague and other factors, pharmaceutical companies are a profit-making industry, and it is also a life-buying industry. Therefore, in a pharmaceutical company, the big boss behind the scenes may not be visible, and it is the kind that involves military and political affairs.

Don't rush to get on the line, otherwise his small body will be trampled to death if you miss it.

Later, Chen Jun told them what they should pay attention to about heart disease, which greatly moved Xiang Pingsheng and Xiang Yutang.

At this time, there were basically no various precautionary regulations that were used to end life in later generations. It can be said that these precautions are worth thousands of gold, enough to extend Xiang Ping's life by a few years, but Chen Jun still did not accept the money.

They have to remember this love.

...

In October of the golden autumn, the passenger ship finally sailed north and arrived in Shanghai.

There were not many people on the pier, and it was not lively at all. There was no prosperity at all in the past. Instead, everyone looked sallow, thin, and gloomy.

Chen Jun knew the reason. In 1938, Shanghai was occupied and controlled by the Japanese army.

His eyes were a little red, and inexplicably strong blood and anger welled up in his heart. He wished he could step forward and shoot the Japanese soldier guarding the dock.

"Don't be impulsive."

Wang Jiazhi held Chen Jun's hand tightly, fearing that he would run up to vent his anger. She shook her head with tears looming in her eyes.

Chen Jun patted his hand and told her that it didn't matter and that she wouldn't be impulsive, but Wang Jiazhi still held his hand and refused to let go.

This scene was seen by the Xiang family behind, and they were also in a depressed mood.

Later, Xiang Yutang invited Chen Jun, but he declined politely. It has not yet been found out whether the Xiang family is an accomplice to the executioner, so he will not make a rash decision.

"Where are we going now? I'm from Shanghai. You know this place better than me." After getting off the passenger ship, Chen Jun asked in a weird Shanghainese accent.

"My dad left me a house. Let's go there and treat it as our little home."

The accent in Wang Jiazhi's mouth is the real Shanghainese accent, and Wu Nong's soft words sound beautiful, especially in the mouth of a beautiful woman.

Chen Jun knew that she was deliberately making him happy and wanted to improve his mood, so he said softly, "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion."