This letter was written in a secret code. Mu Cuishan took out the codebook from the bookshelf, and after comparing it one by one, he deciphered the contents on the letter:

"Western medicine will be transported from the dye barrels sent from Yingchuan to Jiangcheng, and be careful to check it."

Seeing this letter, Mu Cuishan thought to himself: "Does Yingchuan's Northeast Dyeing Factory have its own comrades? If that's the case, it will be much more convenient."

What surprised him was that when he was in Yingchuan, he went to the dyeing factory many times, but no one mentioned this. It seems that his comrades are hiding very deeply.

Thinking of this, he opened another letter.

Opening the letter surprised Mu Cuishan very much.

This letter was written in handwritten code. The font on the letter was crooked, probably because I was worried that outsiders would recognize his notes and did it on purpose.

According to organizational regulations, dead mailboxes cannot use explicit code to transmit information. This method of transmission has violated organizational regulations.

"Can this be the enemy's conspiracy?" Mu Cuishan hesitated.

However, after thinking about it, it shouldn't be.

If the enemy already knew this dead mailbox, it means that he had exposed his identity. He could not be still here and had been arrested in prison.

There must be some emergency situation. You cannot pass messages with a password, you can only use clear code.

Thinking of this, Mu Cuishan concluded that if he was so anxious to contact him with a clear code, something must have happened and he needed to solve it himself.

After Mu Cuishan carefully read the two letters twice, he drew a match and lit the letter.

He thought that Mrs. Sun was the surgery performed by her elder brother, and the meaning of the letter was probably to ask herself to go to the hospital to inquire about the news.

So Mu Cuishan hurried downstairs and drove towards Jiangcheng Hospital.

...

When he arrived at Jiangcheng Hospital, Mu Cuishan went straight to Mu Daishan clinic.

Seeing that his elder brother was walking out in a white coat, Mu Cuishan hurriedly met him and said, "Brother, do you have surgery today?"

"Cuishan, why did you come here so early? There was no surgery today. I will check the ward. My wife of the son and grandson will come for a follow-up visit later. I will help her see.

Cuishan, come here so early, are you asking me for trouble?" Mu Daishan asked.

"That's right, isn't you back from Yingchuan? When I was in Yingchuan, An'an and I went all over the pharmacies of all sizes. I came back late last night and I haven't told you a lot of things yet.

There is nothing wrong with the textile factory today, so I will come over to contact Yingchuan with the medicinal materials suppliers and tell you about it."

"Cuishan, just buy medicinal materials and you and An Anding don't have to tell me about it." Mu Daishan said.

"Brother, this hospital is the industry left to you by my father. How can An An and I not tell you about purchasing medicinal materials?”

"Cuishan, we are all brothers and sisters. I can't believe in you and An'an, who else can I believe in?

I also have to go to the rounds and buy medicines, please and An Anding." Mu Daishan said.

"Okay, brother, then I will be calm with An An.

By the way, I didn’t come to see him when Mrs. Sun was in the operation. I went to An’an’s place first, and when Mrs. Sun arrived, I asked someone to come over and tell me, after all, I’m an elder, so it’s always good to see him.”

"Okay, when Mrs. Sun comes, I will call you." Mu Daishan said.

...

Jiangcheng Hospital, Mudaishan Clinic.

After a follow-up visit to the suture wound, Mu Daishan said to Mrs. Sun: "Mrs. Sun, your wound heals very well. It is estimated that it will take less than half a month to fully recover."

"Is that right? That's good. But recently I always feel that the wound is a little painful again. What's going on?" asked Mrs. Sun.
Chapter completed!