After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 213 Professors Aid China

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and told Dean Williams everything he had seen and heard in Jinling.

She described the miserable conditions of the people in Nanjing after the Japanese pirates broke through the city, the despair of the overcrowded safety zone, and the fear and anger brought about by the Japanese pirates' atrocities.

She talked about the guerrillas' heroic resistance, the people's struggle to survive in dire straits, and her own feeling of powerlessness as she watched the once prosperous Nanjing fall into the hands of the Japanese pirates.

Dean Williams' face turned pale when he heard this, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he shook his head and sighed, and sometimes he slammed the table in anger, as if he was feeling Jiang Shiyuan's pain and despair himself.

"Oh my God! This is simply...hell on earth!"

Dean Williams took a long time to find his voice after listening to this. His tone was full of shock and indignation. "These beasts, how can they be so cruel!"

He took off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes hard, until the lenses were covered with a layer of mist.

"Professor Juliet...if she were still here, she would be heartbroken." He murmured in a low voice, his tone full of sadness and helplessness.

Jiang Shiyuan gently held Dean Williams' hand, giving him silent comfort.

"Xiaoyuan, you did a great job. You are really very brave!"

Dean Williams took a deep breath and put on his glasses again, his eyes flashing with determination, "You make me more convinced of one thing!"

"What's the matter, professor?" Jiang Shiyuan asked puzzledly.

"I decided to follow in the footsteps of Dr. Bethune, return to China to join the International Aid Committee to China, and then form a medical team to come to China!"

Dean Williams' voice was powerful and resounding.

When Jiang Shiyuan heard this, he was suddenly moved and admired.

"Professor, are you...are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Xiaoyuan!" Dean Williams nodded heavily, "I can't stand by and watch any longer!"

"Professor Juliet's last wish was to help more people."

"Now is when you need me!"

"But, what about Sacred Heart Hospital..." Jiang Shiyuan asked with some concern.

"I have already communicated with the board of directors," Dean Williams smiled, "and they will arrange a new dean as soon as possible."

"I have worked here for so many years. It is time to change the place and the way to continue my medical career!"

"Professor, I fully support your decision and I am proud of you, but please take care of yourself..."

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes were moist and his voice was a little choked, and he couldn't help but think of the ending of Dr. Bethune.

But she believed that she had successfully achieved mass production of domestic penicillin, which would definitely change his fate.

"Silly child, you must take care of yourself now that I won't be there to support you in the hospital!" Dean Williams patted the back of her hand kindly and advised her seriously.

"So...when do you plan to leave?"

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions.

"Dr. Bethune has already returned to the United States. I plan to leave as soon as possible after handing over the tasks at hand. I should leave next week at the latest."

Dean Williams said firmly, "I want to go to northern China first. I heard that the Red Party guerrillas there are in great need of medical support."

"Professor, you must take care of yourself!" Jiang Shiyuan held Dean Williams' hand tightly, his eyes full of worry and reluctance.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan." Dean Williams smiled brightly, "I'm an old doctor, I can still endure this little hardship."

"You, on the other hand, must take good care of yourself and continue your career, for this country and for those suffering people!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

Outside the window, sunlight poured in through the glass, illuminating the entire room and also illuminating the common faith and hope in their hearts.

Jiang Shiyuan came out of the dean's office and couldn't calm down for a long time.

She was both moved and impressed by Professor Williams' decision.

She knew that this war not only required the soldiers' bloody battles, but also required selfless help and support from international friends like Professor Williams and Dr. Bethune.

She looked up at the sky outside the corridor window and prayed silently in her heart.

I hope this war can end soon, and I hope the dawn of peace can come to this suffering Chinese land soon.

After finishing his work at the hospital, Jiang Shiyuan left work early and walked out of the Sacred Heart Hospital quickly.

It is cold and windy in Shanghai in early winter.

The leaves of the romantic sycamore trees on the roadside had already fallen, leaving only bare branches, shivering in the cold wind.

She waved for a rickshaw and said, "Master, go to the Fuzhou Road Telegraph Office."

The rickshaw driver responded, pulled up the rickshaw and drove away.

The telegraph office was bustling with people coming and going.

She walked to the counter of the international newsroom on the third floor and said to the staff, "Hello, I want to send an international telegram."

"Okay, miss, please fill out this form." The staff handed her a form and a pen.

Jiang Shiyuan took the form and quickly filled it out in English.

Recipient: Professor Robert Anderson.

Address: Department of Chemistry, Johns Hopkins University, Maryland, USA.

Content: Professor, I have successfully purified and mass-produced penicillin. I have secretly mailed samples and am willing to donate the technology to my alma mater free of charge. I hope you will use it for scientific research and not sell it to the Japanese. In addition, I hope my alma mater will apply for the Nobel Prize on my behalf. Student: Jiang Shiyuan.

After finishing it, she checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, she handed the form to the staff.

Jiang Shiyuan paid the telegram fee, received the telegram receipt, and turned to leave.

Just then, the staff called her.

"Miss Jiang, there is also a copy of your international telegram."

Jiang Shiyuan frowned slightly, took the telegram and opened it.

From: Darcy.

Darcy?

Jiang Shiyuan was shocked.

She was very familiar with this name; it was Takahashi Yui's pseudonym.

She scanned the string of secret codes on the telegram, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

Jiang Shiyuan smiled and thanked him, folded the telegram and put it into her pearl handbag, then turned and walked out of the telegraph office.

The streets of Shanghai's International Settlement are still busy with traffic and people coming and going.

But Jiang Shiyuan felt that everything around him was gradually becoming blurred.

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind.

Whatever the contents of the telegram were, she would face it bravely.