The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Wu Liande asked Zhao Chuanxin to prove it to him.

For those who work in medicine, this is completely unbelievable.

"What does it prove? Invulnerable to all poisons, can you still see inside?"

Wu Liande wanted him to prove it: "Look at it all."

Zhao Chuanxin stood still and said nothing.

Wu Liande was confused.

A minute later, Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "My heart beats 38 times per minute."

Wu Liande took his pulse and looked at his watch.

Most people cannot feel the heartbeat rate without touching their pulse and chest.

Wu Liande confirmed Zhao Chuanxin's statement: "This heartbeat is abnormal and too slow. But it cannot be proven that this is internal vision. Some people can feel the heartbeat."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a bottle of wine and stretched out his left hand: "Smell my skin."

"Gudonggudong" I drank a few big sips.

Wu Liande was stunned and smelled the smell of alcohol seeping from his skin.

In the end Wu Liande was half convinced.

When the conversation started, Wu Liande simply confessed his doubts: "Sir Zhao, when I first heard about your deeds, I had a lot of questions. When I was in Tianjin Guards, I heard some officers discussing you, saying that you can single-handedly fight against an army of ten thousand people. Personally. No matter how brave we are, how can we keep fighting when our manpower is sometimes poor?”

Zhao Chuanxin looked outside. The weather was just right and the room was warm enough. He took off his turtleneck sweater and the white T-shirt underneath, and lay on the ground doing push-ups.

Wu Liande saw that Zhao Chuanxin was muscular and muscular, and that ancient Greek sculptures could not compare with him.

He counted and was surprised to find that Zhao Chuanxin was fast and could do 500 push-ups in one go.

Not red in the face, not out of breath, not slow in speed.

On the 500th push-up, Zhao Chuanxin did a Russian push-up. First, his legs lifted off the ground, and then his arms suddenly stretched out, and his body rose into the air parallel to the ground, reaching a height of two meters.

He turned 360 degrees in the air, straightened his waist, and landed in a standing position.

This move was beyond Wu Liande's knowledge.

Zhao Chuanxin said while putting on his clothes: "If I want, I can gallop around on the battlefield and kill endlessly."

Some things don't even need to be kept secret. I'm afraid the Japanese already know his invulnerable secret.

Even the careless Russians probably know that Zhao Chuanxin has physical abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Wu Liande was convinced: "Your Excellency is really different."

"So." Zhao Chuanxin got dressed: "If I leave now, is there any risk of spreading the plague bacterium?"

"Wait a moment." Wu Liande tried to be safe: "You can only leave after the International Plague Research Conference."

Zhao Chuanxin was happy to bear the reputation of being a butcher, but he was unwilling to be the sinner who spread the plague.

From the beginning of the plague to zero death cases, the number of dead according to statistics outside the customs was more than 1,300, which was two-thirds less than the original history.

On the day that the great eunuch Li Lianying died, Wu Liande ended the quarantine in all areas, nearly two months earlier than the original history.

As soon as this news came out, the whole country was excited and praised Wu Liande and other medical staff.

On March 6, 35 medical experts and scholars from 11 countries including China, the United States, Austria, France, Germany, Britain, Italy, Japan, Mexico, the Netherlands, and Russia went to Fengtian, China, to participate in the International Plague Research Conference.

Wu Liande was known as the "Plague Fighter".

The natural candidate for the chairman of the International Plague Research Society was Wu Liande, but the Japanese were not convinced and wanted Kitasato Shibasaburo, who was good at treating tetanus, to snatch the chairmanship.

However, experts representing various countries opposed it.

Kitasato Shibasaburo was not convinced and had to settle for second place.

The national flags of various countries were flying at the scene. Local officials and representative experts were present, as well as reporters from various newspapers.

First is the press conference. Wu Liande will tell reporters about the epidemic prevention process.

When Wu Liande mentioned Zhao Chuanxin, many reporters laughed out loud.

Today is Wu Liande's home game. He knocked on the microphone, frowned, and said seriously: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's obvious that we are laughing at Zhao Chuanxin."

"Zhao Chuanxin wanted to buy fame through invitations, but he shot himself in the foot. He was found to be enjoying himself during the epidemic prevention..."

"He also killed people..."

"What a cold-blooded butcher!"

The medical staff at the scene all changed their colors.

Wu Liande was furious on the spot: "That's nonsense! How dare you slander Mr. Zhao?"

Zhou Fengquan snorted coldly: "Isn't it?"

Wu Liande glared at Zhou Fengquan: "Did you know that all the drugs for epidemic prevention were provided by Mr. Zhao? Did you know that Mr. Zhao donated tens of thousands of masks? Epidemic isolation, poor transportation, and shortage of materials. Lubin Mansion produced a lot of grain last year. Mr. Zhao Do you know that you are willing to spend millions of taels of money to urgently supply food to the affected areas?"

The sarcasm on the faces of reporters at the scene froze.

Wu Liande continued: "Epidemic prevention works day and night, and the medical staff are extremely exhausted. Mr. Zhao provides at least three meals a day. Because of the lack of manpower, he cooks himself. To prevent the spread of the epidemic, the clothes we wear must be disinfected every day. Mr. Zhao Do you know of any high-ranking officials who would be willing to condescend to wash and disinfect us personally? Let alone Mr. Zhao, I am afraid that others will avoid the epidemic area. Let me tell you one more thing. Mr. Zhao got sick during the epidemic prevention, but his body and bones were strong and he recovered within two days. Are you willing to risk your lives to do these things?"

Medical representatives from various countries were shocked.

They didn't expect the Far East butcher to be willing to do this.

Zhou Fengquan said harshly: "Then what do you say about him killing people?"

Wu Liande said coldly: "At that time, there were countless patients who died of the disease or were abandoned by the people to freeze to death. Their corpses carried Yersinia pestis and were abandoned in the wild at will. As long as the weather gets warmer, the bacteria will come back. If you don't believe it, ask various countries. Medical representative. There is only one solution - burning the corpse, but he does not dare to challenge the Chinese people's concept of the deceased. Wu asks Mr. Zhao for help, and Mr. Zhao takes the blame every time he thinks about it. I want to be heartbroken and want to clarify, but Mr. Zhao won’t allow it. Mr. Zhao said that those who fight against the epidemic are heroes and should inherit this reputation..."

Doctors from all over the world were moved.

Medical staff fighting the epidemic outside the country were in tears.

Zhou Fengquan looked around and bowed his head when he saw reporters.

He still spoke harshly: "Zhao Chuanxin slapped the Crown Prince and Tutor, and the following offense was committed, so what can I say?"

Wu Liande slapped the table: "Is the plague a child's play? Once those who carry the germs leave the customs, the plague will spread to the capital and even Hebei, the south and other places. Who can bear this responsibility?"

Zhou Fengquan's heart tightened.

There were whispers and discussions around him, and they all looked at him with disdain.

Wu Liande pointed to the venue: "Even the tables, chairs, tea cups, and microphones and sound facilities used by Wu to speak were all provided by Mr. Zhao, with a total investment of 200,000 yuan. Mr. Zhao said that China must establish internationally accepted epidemic prevention guidelines. Promote contemporary public health and epidemic prevention. The accusations are false. Anyone who dares to obstruct epidemic prevention is the most important thing. What do you think? Are you eating and drinking Mr. Zhao at the same time?

Nothing to say.

Medical representatives from various countries spontaneously applauded.

Reporters also applauded.

No matter how notorious Zhao Chuanxin is outside, at least his attitude towards medicine deserves recognition from everyone present.

The conference lasted 25 days and was held 24 times.

Zhao Chuanxin did not show up on the first day.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin attended the meeting at the strong request of Wu Liande and other medical staff.

When Zhao Chuanxin, wearing a double palace silk suit, appeared, the audience applauded again.

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the applause was for Wu Liande and others. He put his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, and left without acknowledging his relatives.

Reporters around him lamented: "Master Zhao is really unfazed."

A reporter from "Ta Kung Pao" asked: "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

"What are your thoughts? There are too many to say."

The reporter smiled: "Master Zhao, pick out the important feelings to talk about."

"Is it important?" Zhao Chuanxin smoothed his hair: "I seem to be a bit more handsome again. It's really embarrassing. How can other men live?"

"..."

When passing by Zhou Fengquan, Zhou Fengquan said: "Master Zhao, have you ever given compensation to the people you killed?"

Zhao Chuanxin spat on Zhou Fengquan's shoes: "Ah... tui! They are not strong enough, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhou Fengquan was furious: "Master Zhao, you also have to pay a fine!"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of ocean and waved it in front of Zhou Feng's face, then put it back in his pocket: "Okay, the procedure is over."

Zhou Fengquan: "..."

The medical staff who were already familiar with Zhao Chuanxin's temperament laughed.

Master Zhao has this temper.

Zhou Fengquan still wanted to speak, but Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "This is a fake reporter, get out of here."

Dr. Yao was originally going to let Zhao Chuanxin speak, but now he quietly said to Wu Liande, "Otherwise, forget it."

He was worried that just yesterday he had clarified some things for Zhao Chuanxin, and today Zhao Chuanxin would turn his reputation around.

Zhao Chuanxin sat next to British doctor Siket Carr.

Sickert Karl said: "Mr. Zhao, we meet again."

This man is 1.75 meters tall, with a receding hairline but not completely bald, curved eyebrows, a hooked nose, and two drooping beards on his lips.

He combed his little hair meticulously, and it could be seen from the collar of his shirt that he particularly liked to be clean.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up his cigarette and said "huh" in response.

Siket Karl looked at Zhao Chuanxin's profile with a smile on his face and cold eyes.

He said: "If my guess is correct, Mr. Zhao must come from a very ordinary family."

"Hmm." Zhao Chuanxin took out the book.

Sickert Khar continued: "You know, smoking is harmful to your health."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a page and took a breath: "Okay, I will definitely quit next time."

"..." Siket Karl frowned and looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, you have forgotten that we have met once, haven't you?"

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head in surprise: "So who are you?"

Siket Karl turned his head away, looked at the rostrum, and stopped talking to Zhao Chuanxin.

The meeting ended that day and it was getting dark.

Everyone in the venue was leaving one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his coat and leather gloves, held the book under his arm and went out with the crowd.

About thirty meters after walking out, an old man wearing a ragged coat met across the street. He must have been sixty years old.

No one paid attention.

Only Sickert Kaldo glanced at the old man.

Just as the old man approached Zhao Chuanxin, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms, pointed it at Zhao Chuanxin, and pulled the trigger with hatred on his face.

Bang.

Everyone was caught off guard and startled.

Many people's hearts trembled: Zhao Chuanxin is over.

However, Zhao Chuanxin handed the Humboldt hat to the person next to him as if nothing was wrong and walked towards the old man.

The old man's eyes were about to burst, and he threw away his gun. He took out a short knife from his arms and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin: "Zhao Chuanxin, Qu Shiwen came to seek revenge on you. I will accept your fate..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the assassin announced his identity.

Zhao Chuanxin moved his neck, took out a crescent-shaped Viking battle ax, and faced Qu Shiwen.

Everyone exclaimed.

Qu Shiwen's steps obviously slowed down and became messy.

This shows his inner fear and struggle.

Reporters present are all aware of the feud between Qu Shiwen and Zhao Chuanxin.

Qu Shiwen killed his wife and daughter and vowed to rebel. After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin became angry and offered a reward for his son's life. As a result, Qu Shiwen ended up with the lives of his two sons.

The rebellion also failed.

Killing his son is equivalent to cutting off his descendants.

Qu Shiwen held a short knife and actually used it to chop.

As soon as he waved his arm, Zhao Chuanxin chopped him with an axe.

laugh……

The arms hit the ground.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, looking sideways: "That's it? Just that, why the hell are you pretending to be a coward with me?"

After that, he chopped with the axe.

Qu Shiwen lost both arms and was in unbearable pain.

Blood flowed everywhere.

Before everyone could recover, Siket Karl trotted up to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "What a close call, what a close call. Mr. Zhao, are you okay? Let me check you for any injuries."

As he spoke, he approached Zhao Chuanxin and suddenly stretched out his arm.

The sleeves of his coat were long and covered his hands.

When his arm was close to Zhao Chuanxin's body, he stretched out his hand, holding a small round knife with an inward curve, and cut Zhao Chuanxin's throat.

Sickert Karl had a proud smile on his face.

The circular knife stopped only fifteen centimeters away from Zhao Chuanxin's throat. No matter how hard Siket Karl exerted himself, he could not advance even half an inch.

He lowered his head, and it turned out that Zhao Chuanxin had pressed a Viking battle ax against his chest.

Zhao Chuanxin is tall and has long arms, which just blocks his path.

Zhao Chuanxin showed his teeth while holding a cigar: "You know, many years ago, when I was a nobody, people began to assassinate me. Later, the Japanese and Russians took turns using airplanes, cannons and bombs. Now I am still standing in front of you. "How much do you think I look like before?"

The people around were shocked and speechless.

What a twist.

But how could this foreign doctor get mixed up with Qu Shiwen?

Sickert Karl finally stopped laughing: "This is impossible."

He waited for many days and finally got the perfect opportunity to make a move.

Because he knew that if he encountered an assassination, even Zhao Chuanxin would definitely be frightened and excited.

He was an outsider, and as a doctor, Zhao Chuanxin would definitely not be defensive if he approached him with care.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Siket Karl's wrist, snatched off the small round knife, and cut off the tendon of Siket Karl's hand while holding the knife behind his back.

"ah……"

Then Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Siket Karl's sparse hair and gouged out one of his eyes with a machete.

The people present were horrified to watch.

"ah……"

Siket Kal let out a miserable scream.

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Who sent you here?"

In severe pain, Sikert Khar shouted: "A Japanese, he paid for me to come."

The round knife slashed across Siket Karl's cheek, the skin and flesh rolled, and blood flowed profusely.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "You don't look like a soldier, but this is definitely not your first time killing people. Tell me your identity."

Sickert Karl stopped screaming and had a sick smile on his face: "Killing, that's my hobby. I've killed a lot of people."

He knew there was no hope of escape, so he simply told the truth in the hope of gaining attention and fame.

Someone exclaimed: "Serial killer? Could he be Jack the Ripper?"

Sickert Karl's face was covered in blood, but he was still smiling: "The Japanese saw me killing people, but instead of calling the police, he paid for me to come to China to kill you. I thought, killing you must be interesting, it must be very interesting." Neither our country nor your country will find me guilty, haha..."

After Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he stabbed the tip of the round knife into the lower part of his neck and pulled it down.

laugh……

Wow.

Zhao Chuanxin allowed Siket Karl to have his stomach broken, and he wailed on the ground: "Like killing people? Cruel? Then you are just doing whatever you want to do in front of me."

He admired Aoki Nobuzumi's imagination.

First, a psychiatrist was sent to try to hypnotize him.

Then he searched for a serial killer and tried to fight fire with fire?

Not to mention, a few years ago, Zhao Chuanxin might have really fallen into this trap.

Just now, he was not at all on guard against the team of doctors, let alone Siket Karl.

But since taking the Six Senses Potion, Zhao Chuanxin's body reaction speed has reached its peak, and his control over his body has reached its peak.

Even if Siket Karl suddenly took action within five centimeters of him, he still wouldn't be able to touch a hair on Zhao Chuanxin's head.

Siket Karl was suddenly hurt after hearing Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Serial killers love attention and feed on other people's fears.

But not only did Zhao Chuanxin not panic at all, killing him was like killing a chicken or a dog.

Lying on the ground were two assassins who were destined to die but were not dead for a while.

There were doctors all around, but no one dared to save her.

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the soot and looked at the wolf: "Is there anything else? If not, I have to go home for dinner."

I'm sorry...everyone present was unconvinced.

Encountered two groups of assassinations one after another, Zhao Chuanxin's face did not change as Taishan collapsed in front of him.

Qu Shiwen, who had lost a lot of blood but was not completely dead, was equally surprised: When did I find a foreigner as a helper?

He couldn't understand English, so he used up his last remaining strength and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhao Chuanxin, everyone is shouting and beating you, so you have today..."

Zhao Chuanxin lifted his Tianling Cap with an axe: "Noisy!"

Sicket Karl watched Zhao Chuanxin kill people without blinking an eye, his body trembling, his pupils trembling, and suddenly a surge of fear surged in his heart.

It was like a carnivore encountering a more ferocious carnivore, the kind of trembling from the soul.

Yes, in front of Zhao Chuanxin, he was nothing.

…

Mexico.

Pascual Orozco and Pancho Villa's troops were in the north, and Emiliano Zapata's troops were in the south. The two sides echoed each other from north to south, and the revolutionary army was advancing towards Juarez.

Porfirio Diaz's rule was in jeopardy.

It used to be a kingdom of heaven, but now it has turned into a city of tigers and wolves.

The cities near Puebla were all harassed by the rebels, and the landlords and gentry in various places were trembling. Many of them were ransacked and exterminated, and their end was miserable.

That is, the Quetzalan Rural Cavalry and the areas under its jurisdiction were not killed.

If it is said that Diaz's troops and cavalry oppressed and persecuted the people, that is true.

Can we say that the revolutionary army is a good guy?

Not entirely.

These armies, which are mainly composed of lower-class peasants, have a strong hatred of the rich.

A wealthy family is equal to a crime, a good life deserves death, and a rich family deserves to be exterminated.

This is their logic.

A Mexican named Jesus Frances was beaten up by Zhao Chuanxin in Torreon.

Since then, he has moved to Gomez Palacio and continued to give street speeches, accusing the Chinese.

It happened that there was a revolution recently, and Gomez Palacio and Torreon were ready to move.

Chen Bangshu's wife came back from buying food and closed their laundry room: "It's a mess outside, let's close the shop for a while."

Chen Bangshu objected: "How can that be? Will we be hungry if we close it?"

"These rebels kill and set fire, and they can do anything."

"Let's wait and see, it's not as serious as you say."