Chapter 225: 224, Assassination, Vascular Suture Surgery, Switch And Dump In Lake
Amid cheers, “Fang Wen” took the stage.
He gave a loud speech, his words and actions just like the real Fang Wen.
“Taishan Airlines is dedicated to the development of aviation undertakings. In aircraft manufacturing, we have always been seeking breakthroughs. Yunhe is the first-generation aircraft from Taishan Aircraft Manufacturing Plant. Aircraft of the same model will be manufactured successively and put into service across China. In the future, all major water systems in China will have our Water Cloud series seaplanes.”
While he was speaking, the real Fang Wen observed the situation under the stage from backstage.
He found nothing unusual; the students were very enthusiastic, happy about the rise of national industry.
At this time, action team member Zhang Yunfei came backstage.
He was stunned upon seeing Fang Wen: “General Manager, aren’t you on stage?”
“Wu Yingzong is disguised as me on stage. Have others watch the situation under the stage carefully, in case Japanese cause trouble.” Fang Wen instructed.
“Yes.” Zhang Yunfei left.
Whether Japanese would come or not, Fang Wen and the action team were uncertain, but caution was necessary.
The “Fang Wen” on stage continued speaking.
“Students, they say revitalize the nation through industry. What we need is not only daily necessities and chemical materials, but also aircraft. The airplane is the greatest invention of the 20th century. It allows humans to soar in the air, with flight speed far exceeding land and sea, vast vision, and no natural enemies to counter it, making the airplane the most advantageous tool in war. Although we at Taishan dare not say we can produce fighter jets and bombers now, we will strive in this direction. Only with accumulated experience in large-scale aircraft manufacturing is that possibility achievable. Students, are you willing to join us to manufacture China’s fighter jets?”
“Fang Wen”‘s words did not entirely follow the script; the last sentence was added by him.
It was this sentence that greatly stirred the emotions of the students from the two universities; everyone responded loudly and vigorously: “Yes.”
Amid the cheers and applause, an unusual situation arose.
In the crowd under the stage, a few people were pushing forward.
Soon, these people broke out of the crowd and suddenly drew pistols.
Because of Fang Wen’s special reminder, the eight action team members under the stage also took action at the same time, subduing three on the spot.
Two more appeared in defense blind spots, one on the left and one on the right, each raising a gun.
At this moment, Fang Wen’s heart leaped to his throat, his hands involuntarily pressing on the tube amplifier.
This expensive audio device popular in the 1930s, with eight units in total, was placed in the southeast, southwest, and northwest directions for better sound effects.
But they shared one pickup device, the microphone on stage, forming a unified sound source broadcast system connected by cables.
In the urgency, Fang Wen actually activated mechanical perception fused with this system.
In an instant, Fang Wen sensed something peculiar.
The direction of sound waves, the amplification and reduction of the sound source, even changes in frequency.
Although he could not modify the sound waves, he could amplify and reduce the volume and change its frequency.
Immediately, piercing sound from the sound source burst from the eight tube amplifiers, the intensity unbearable.
The two assassins were startled by this sudden stimulating sound, their shooting actions delayed.
Then, the “Fang Wen” on stage responded with an aileron roll, dodging behind the curtain.
Bang bang, two gunshots rang out; the curtain was shot with two holes, then the two were tackled to the ground by furious students.
Fang Wen also rushed behind the curtain to check.
A body lay on the ground.
Above, two bullet holes projected outside light.
“Wu Yingzong, are you okay?” Fang Wen squatted down to check.
No response; there was a gunshot wound on his shoulder, blood oozing out.
Clearly shot once, he had passed out.
Fang Wen picked up Wu Yingzong, removed his mask, and strode out of the recruitment venue.
At this time, belated sirens sounded, and a group of military police rushed into the venue.
The leader shouted loudly: “We received orders that someone is causing trouble here. Hand over the suspects, we need to take them back for interrogation.”
In such matters, the action team naturally would not let them go, nor would the students.
A student shouted loudly: “Last year when Japanese entered the city, you didn’t dare say a word. This year these people pulled guns to kill, yet you call it causing trouble. Handing them to you is undoubtedly letting them go. Absolutely not.”
His words resonated with other students, who surged forward, surrounding and protecting the special action team, not letting the security department take anyone.
Both sides were in a stalemate for the moment.
Meanwhile, Fang Wen carried Wu Yingzong running through Peking University campus.
Wu Yingzong was very light and weak; blood kept oozing from the wound on his right arm, unstoppable even with pressure.
Fang Wen did not want to see Wu Yingzong die like this; he shouted loudly: “Who knows where the clinic is?”
Peking University had a medical department and its own hospital and clinic. A student ran over, looked at Wu Yingzong’s condition, and said urgently: “I know, come with me quickly.”
Then, Fang Wen carried Wu Yingzong and ran hard, following the student to a small building.
There, a medical professor was leading students in clinical training. Upon seeing Wu Yingzong’s condition, they immediately started emergency treatment.
The professor cut open the clothes on Wu Yingzong’s right shoulder, cleaning the back shoulder wound while trying to stop the bleeding.
“The patient appears to have been shot. From the blood volume, possibly an artery is injured.”
Fang Wen immediately responded: “Shot by a pistol bullet. Doctor, you must save him.”
The professor did not respond but, with students’ help, removed the bullet.
As the bullet was removed, more blood flowed out.
He said solemnly: “Arterial damage is very serious. To stop the bleeding, I must perform arterial ligation.”
What is arterial ligation? Fang Wen asked urgently; a student explained.
It means cutting off that blood vessel to stop the bleeding.
This was the most effective surgical operation method of the current era.
Fang Wen did not think so; he clearly knew that because of vascular ligation, many postoperative patients suffered tissue ischemic necrosis, leading to amputation.
Absolutely not; this was equivalent to chopping off Wu Yingzong’s right arm.
Fang Wen stopped their action.
“No, can you perform vascular suture surgery?”
“How do you know about vascular suture surgery? This technique has only appeared in formal medical practice in Europe.” The professor asked, puzzled and surprised.
This was common knowledge to future people—blood vessels can be sutured—but in this era, only a very few doctors possessed this miraculous ability.
Fang Wen did not care about that; he just wanted to save Wu Yingzong.
“Whoever performs vascular suture surgery on him, I’ll pay 10,000 silver dollars.”
The professor was tempted but shook his head: “I don’t know this technique. Sorry.”
“I’ll do it. Early in Europe, I learned it. Hope I can still do it now.” An old doctor came over.
He was very old; Fang Wen was not sure he could perform the surgery well.
But if he did not, no one would; they had to take the risk.
Then, the old doctor took the field personally.
With others’ help, he carefully incised the wound, having someone use a hook to pull it open.
Though cruel, it was necessary.
In the opened wound, the wound surface was cleaned, exposing the injury source.
A blood vessel was severed by the bullet. Though not the aorta, the severed vessel caused continuous bleeding.
The old doctor had his assistant hold the broken vessel ends, attempting to suture the wound surface.
But several attempts failed.
“Alas, I’m too old. I can’t do it. Sorry, young brother.” The old doctor said guiltily.
At this point, they absolutely could not give up. Fang Wen replied, “Teach me, I’ll try.”
“You?” The old doctor could not believe it.
“Yes. No one can save my friend’s life, so I’ll try. If I can’t, then ligate it. Teach me the surgery; regardless of success or failure, 5,000 silver dollars for you.”
Fang Wen replied firmly.
The old doctor hesitated and agreed. “I don’t want the money. If you can do this surgery, it’s your friend’s fortune.”
He taught Fang Wen the vascular repair surgery he learned in Europe.
The actual operation was not complicated.
First, suture three equidistant stitches at the rupture site to fix the wound into a two-segment polyline shape, then use sterilized biological silk thread to evert and align the vessel ends for suturing.
Fang Wen had not studied medicine, but constant universal milling machine operations had trained extremely steady hands, and his continuously improving mechanical perception ability made his mental concentration far higher than ordinary people.
The moment he picked up the surgical tools, he was in a state of high mental concentration.
Just like piloting a fighter jet in combat against many enemies, where one mistake meant shattering to pieces.
In the high concentration state, he carefully completed the operations instructed by the old doctor.
He did it more meticulously, more cautiously, more finely, just like making high-precision parts with a universal milling machine.
The nearby doctors and students watched in surprise as he completed the vascular suture surgery. In the final stage, the vessel was released, the suture thread still connecting it, with no blood leakage.
Fang Wen stopped and looked at the old doctor: “Is this okay?”
“Yes. Keep going.” The old doctor urged.
“I don’t know the next steps.” Fang Wen answered honestly.
“You really don’t? And you completed this surgery?!” The old doctor exclaimed, then had other doctors take over the follow-up cleanup steps.
He took Fang Wen out, washing hands in the corridor while chatting.
“Young man, you’re a surgical genius. Interested in studying medicine? In the future, you could become the world’s best surgical operation expert.”
These words made Fang Wen think of someone; he shook his head: “Studying medicine can’t save the country. I don’t have that much energy for other things.”
To Fang Wen’s answer, the old doctor did not insist, but asked: “Then what do you do? I’m curious how you completed this surgery in one go.”
“I pilot aircraft, run a company, and manufacture aircraft. As for surgery, I treated it as a manufacturing process, wholeheartedly following what you taught, and it succeeded.”
The old doctor sighed: “Broad learning with single-minded pursuit, keen questioning and close reflection—benevolence lies therein. I was too attached.”
Fang Wen went back inside to check on Wu Yingzong. Hearing the condition was stable, he bid farewell to the old doctor: “Please take care of my friend. I’m Fang Wen of Taishan Airlines. Once I finish my current matters, I will return to thank everyone.”
（Diagram of the vascular suture surgery Fang Wen learned）
The stalemate at the recruitment venue continued.
More students arrived. Facing so many students protecting, the security department people did not dare act rashly.
They brought school management to persuade.
But in this matter, the school had also lost face and was unwilling to get involved; the situation remained in stalemate.
In the stalemate, informed students analyzed the whole incident clearly and shouted it out.
“This must be the Japanese. Taishan Airlines’ General Manager Fang, a few years ago, piloted an airplane and sank the Japanese Izumo warship. Though a national action, the Japanese surely hold a grudge and seek revenge. Later, this year, newspapers in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai published the Japanese Army’s evil deeds in the Northeast. I heard Taishan Airlines’ General Manager Fang was the sponsor at that time; he went abroad because of it and just returned recently. And now, General Manager Fang piloted his self-manufactured airplane above Beiping City, tangling with Japanese Army fighter jets—one against three without falling behind—really slapping the Japanese face again. Everyone, wouldn’t the Japanese be infuriated?”
“Yes.” The students responded loudly.
“I think it’s the Japanese. Beiping City is now a sieve full of loopholes; Japanese come and go as they please. Who knows how many Japanese spies have mixed into the city. After this humiliation, they must want to kill one to warn a hundred.”
“Yes, so we absolutely cannot hand these people to the security department. Handed to them, they’d disappear the next day.”
“Right, absolutely not to them.”
The students’ indignant words were logical and reasonable, not easy to refute.
The security department’s rough leader did not know how to respond.
At this time, Fang Wen returned.
Action team members inside said urgently: “Make way, let the general manager in.”
Everyone quickly made way; Fang Wen walked in.
His first words reported safety: “Wu Yingzong is fine.”
Everyone immediately relaxed; Zhao Wanping, with red eyes, was the happiest.
Fang Wen continued: “This can’t go on forever; we need to clean up the mess.”
Action team member Liu Yu Bao spoke up: “I have a way.”
“What way?” Fang Wen asked immediately.
“The security department wants people; we give them people. But if they escape in their hands, it’s not our business.”
“Why would they escape?” an action team member asked.
“Real ones certainly won’t, but fakes might. You Tou Men have technology in making fakes.” Liu Yu Bao stated the complete plan.
He wanted to find five action team members to disguise as the assailants and hand them to the security department, then escape midway. The security department, unclear of the situation, would not stop them.
But there was one more hurdle: the students outside. Without knowing the plan, they would not cooperate; knowing too much would not keep the secret.
On this, Fang Wen thought for a moment.
It was not impossible; students from the two universities were organized, many listening to school organizations.
Then, he had action team members find the on-site school organization leaders.
He explained the situation directly.
The two student council cadres could not believe it but had witnessed the living person change.
Then, with their help, they finally reached an agreement with the security department and handed over the people.
Shortly after handing them over, it happened.
The five assailants, for some reason, jumped into East Lake of the Old Summer Palace and vanished.
The security department people were not tense about it, pretending to search before withdrawing.
As soon as they left, Fang Wen’s group brought the five real Japanese assassins to East Lake, tied large stones to them, and sank them to the lake bottom.
Now it was perfect; everyone saw them jump into the lake. Even if discovered later, it was their own fault, digging their own graves.
The shooting incident by East Lake of the Old Summer Palace thus ended.
Students continued to sign up enthusiastically. Fang Wen’s group spent each day reviewing student information and visiting Wu Yingzong at the Beiping school hospital.
Meanwhile, after that accidental surgical operation, Fang Wen had an unexpected discovery.
Though he had no intention of developing in medicine, he saw the importance of suture surgery in war. If there were convenient suture surgical tools, there would be fewer accidents from excessive surgical blood loss in the future.
