Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Hearing Adams Teach's words, Fang Lang smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the Navy Club.

Everyone quickly followed and returned to the room. Fang Lang took a cold shower, put on a decent white shirt and black trousers, and then drove to Colonel Antal Heydrich's youngest son under the guidance of Adams Teach.

The hospital where you are located.

This is a hospital located in the urban area of ​​Rio de Janeiro. It seems to be about the same size as the county-level hospitals that Fang Lang saw in his hometown in the 1990s.

But at this time, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, was already considered a good private hospital. There were at least three buildings with more than three floors here.

Compared with hospitals as far away as Natal, this place can already be called luxurious. Of course, this is not on the same scale as the hospital Fang Lang is building in Sao Paulo.

As for the medical strength of the hospital, Fang Lang didn't know. The group of people walked through the building in front of the hospital and came to the consultation desk on the second floor of the inpatient department. Two Indian men who looked slightly obese were sitting there.

It’s busy inside.

When they saw such a group of big men coming in, they were all stunned. Among them was an officer wearing a colonel's uniform. The two of them quickly stopped what they were doing and looked at everyone at a loss, obviously frightened.

Adams Teach took two quick steps to the guidance desk and asked:

"There is a minor patient named Riccardo Heydrich. Is he hospitalized here?"

The anxious male nurse heard this and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly picked up a folder and rummaged through it twice, and soon found the name. He looked up at Adams Teach nervously and said:

"Yes...there is such a person who lives in room 206."

Hearing this, Adams Teach nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Take us there for a visit."

The male nurse swallowed hard, looked at the group of strong men in front of him with some worry, and then turned to look at his companion. The other party saw his gaze and looked over, and quickly turned away.

He could only curse secretly, and walked out of the consultation desk tremblingly, heading towards Ward 206.

When Fang Lang's guards knew they were on the second floor, they immediately dispersed and took control of the entire second floor. For a while, the atmosphere on the entire second floor became a bit chilly.

A cursing bald man was holding a kettle and pushing open the door of the ward to go out. He met a strong man wearing a suit on a hot day. He was about to curse him for being stupid for wearing a suit on a hot day.

He was pushed back to the room by the other party. The strong man was angry and was about to curse when he saw that the entire corridor was filled with men dressed in the same clothes as the other party.

The words he was about to say were suppressed by him, but he still managed to calm down and said:

"What are you doing?"

The guard in black suit heard the words and ignored him. He just stopped in front of the opponent with his left hand, and unconsciously touched his waist with his right hand, looking at the opponent with cold eyes.

"Go back."

The bald man's eyes inadvertently glanced at the opponent's right hand, and he suddenly discovered that there was a gun handle with a distinct metal texture. His whole body trembled, and he backed away in fright, almost peeing.

Not daring to say any more nonsense, I returned to the room obediently and locked the door intuitively.

When the woman on the hospital bed saw this and was about to ask, the bald man quickly stepped forward, covered her mouth with his hand, and lowered his voice:

"Shh! Don't talk, go ahead and don't talk."

When the woman saw this scene, she couldn't help but be stunned. Then she looked at the fine beads of sweat on the other person's bald head and the slightly pale fat face. She knew in her heart that something big must have happened, and she didn't care to argue with the other person.

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He wisely chose to shut up, but his eyes looked out the door uncontrollably.

Fang Lang obviously doesn't care about these trivial matters. Ever since he had an attack experience, the vigilance of the guards around him has increased sharply. The slightest disturbance will arouse their high vigilance.

This means that today is a temporary trip. If he had received the news in advance, his people would have come over in advance to check it carefully.

He is probably the person who has caused the most ostentation in the entire Brazilian army. Although Adams Teach beside him has the rank of colonel, he usually travels only as a driver and a guard.

Even when his superior, Lieutenant General Crook, goes out, he only has a guard squad at most, but he is indeed the only rear admiral specially approved by the president to have a guard company for protection.

As a minority, Fang Lang would not let down his guard in a chaotic place like Brazil, so no matter where he went, there would be at least one heavily armed guard platoon around him to protect him.

Fang Lang and Adams Teach followed the male nurse and came to a ward with the house number 206. When they opened the door, they saw that there were six beds inside. It looked very crowded, and there were even isolation curtains around it.

None.

As the male nurse opened the door, five or six soldiers from the guard platoon squeezed in immediately and stood calmly around the room, looking at everyone in the ward warily.

Everyone in the ward looked at all this with blank faces, obviously not understanding what happened.

The male nurse didn't care about this, pointed to a bed next to the window outside and said:

"That is the Riccardo Heydrich you are looking for."

After saying that, he stepped aside, unwilling to move forward any further.

Adams Teach, who followed him in, immediately saw a very elegant-looking lady sitting beside the hospital bed.

Ignoring the male nurse's reaction, he gestured to Fang Lang, then took the initiative to step forward and nodded to him:

"Good morning, Mrs. Heydrich!

I'm Adams Teach."

As he spoke, he pointed at Fang Lang behind him and said:

"This is Rear Admiral, General Fang Lang. When I had dinner with Colonel Antal Heydrich last night, I heard about Little Heydrich's situation and reported to the General early this morning.

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Your Majesty the General is very concerned about the child's condition and immediately asked me to bring him over for a visit. I hope I won't disturb you."

Mrs. Heydrich has long chestnut hair tied behind her head and wears a plain dress. She looks elegant. From her straight back while sitting on the stool, it can be seen that this is

An aristocratic woman who has received a good education since she was a child.

She was feeling strange about the sudden intrusion of so many people into the ward, when she saw Adams Teach wearing the same navy captain's uniform as her husband, and after he introduced himself, she knew his identity.

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After hearing him introduce the identity of the young man behind him, she was obviously taken aback. As an aristocratic woman who often organizes salon gatherings for naval officers and wives, she has a certain understanding of the situation in the navy.

Seeing the other person's skin color and his ridiculously young age, she already vaguely understood the other person's identity.

It was precisely because she understood Fang Lang's identity that she became a little flustered. She didn't quite understand why the other party came to visit her children. After all, her husband was now just a nominal naval colonel who had been pushed to the bench.

And the person in front of her, if she guessed correctly, should be the most powerful general in the entire Brazilian Navy.

Fang Lang saw that the other person was in a daze, but he didn't care. He smiled and stepped forward, stretched out his right hand and shook the other person's hand gently, then let go of the other person's cold fingers.

He said very kindly:

"Good morning, Mrs. Heydrich!

I am your husband’s colleague, my name is Fang Lang.”

With that said, he reached out and took the flowers handed over by his adjutant Qi Qingshan and sent them to the other party:

"I heard about little Heydrich today and came here to visit. I hope I won't disturb you."

Mrs. Heydrich, who had been in a state of confusion, didn't react until he received the flowers. The habit he had cultivated since childhood forced him to calm down, squeezed a smile on his face, gave Fang Lang a slight salute, and said to Fang Lang

:

"General Fang, we are honored by your arrival. The conditions here are simple and we are sorry for the poor hospitality."

Seeing the other party's strong hold, Fang Lang just nodded to the other party. His husband was not here, so it was obviously difficult to say anything to him.

Therefore, he turned directly to look at the little patient Riccardo Heydrich on the hospital bed. He saw that he was wearing a mask covering most of his face. He couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, but he was so thin and thin.

With his strong physique and pale complexion, it can be seen that the other party has been sick for some time.

The little guy obviously noticed Fang Lang. When he saw Fang Lang looking at him, he nodded to 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 again, he felt tight and worried. It couldn't be an infectious disease!

She was about to step forward to take a look at the other party, but couldn't help but pause. She turned around and continued to look at Mrs. Heydrich and said:

"Madam, what kind of disease does little Heydrich have?"

Mrs. Heydrich still looked a little dazed. After hearing Fang Lang's question, she quickly answered:

"Alas! The doctor diagnosed Riccardo as having tuberculosis. My poor child, I don't know why he got such a disease. No one else in our family has such a problem!"

Fang Lang's heart tightened when he heard this. Good guy, it's really an infectious disease! This made him completely give up the idea of ​​going in to visit the little guy.

However, as far as Fang Lang knows, it seems that tuberculosis in later generations can be completely cured! I just don’t know if any specific medicine has been developed in this era.

"Oh! Does the doctor have any good treatment methods?"

Hearing Fang Lang's words, Mrs. Heydrich smiled bitterly and sighed softly:

"Now the doctor has used penicillin injection, but it has been almost two weeks now, but there has been no improvement."

Hearing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but be startled, penicillin! I know this well! No wonder the family's savings were wiped out in such a short period of time, penicillin is so expensive now!

At the same time, it is regarded as a miracle drug by many doctors. As long as there is a disease that cannot be solved, the first reaction is to use penicillin.

But it seems that this doctor’s skills are obviously not good! If penicillin is effective, why does it need to be taken for two weeks? Doesn’t this allow the little guy to produce antibodies?

From now on, the effect of penicillin on him will become worse and worse.

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 special drug for tuberculosis!

I just don’t know if this thing has been invented yet. I’ll send a telegram to Lilith later to ask. If streptomycin has been invented, then it can be used directly by the little guy!

If the little guy's disease is cured, he believes that Colonel Antal Heydrich will not stand against him even if he does not swear allegiance to him!

Moreover, this can also save a rare and honest soldier.