. "Army Hospital? Why go to the Army Hospital?"

When Adolf Hitler learned that he would be sent to the 373rd Army Hospital, which is known as Qingdao's best, Adolf Hitler seemed very surprised. After all, his troops were Marines. Although there was no military rule that naval officers and soldiers could not enter the Army Hospital, as long as they were not in the front-line war zone or had special reasons, such situations usually rarely occurred.

In fact, since the Army Major in front of him said that he was ordered to pick him up and get off the ship, Adolf felt vaguely strange. At present, he was sitting in the comfortable rear seats in a high-end Daimler "Royal Guard" car. Outside the window was a clean and tidy street and many pedestrians, including officers of similar ranks to him. In addition, there was a convertible six-wheel light personnel carrier in front of the car that was driving the way!

Even before the ship docked, Adolf dared not expect that he would be received with such a standard, because he was neither a general, an important figure at the marshal level, nor the most dazzling hero on the battlefield. If he had to say that he had something unique, Adolf believed that it was his military talent that he had not yet shown.

"Major Adolf, this is the order from the superior, so I'm sorry, I don't know the specific reason here!"

The young army major in his thirties who was sitting next to Adolf politely bypassed the problem.

"Then..." Adolf turned his head and looked at the major, and turned his head back two seconds later, "Forget it, nothing!"

Apart from that kind-hearted smile, the young Army Major had no expression, until the white hospital building appeared in sight, he said to Adolf:

"Don't worry, the medical equipment and medical staff there are the best in Asia!"

Adolf nodded, but the thinking in his head was running at high speed. But before he came up with a reason, his body was taken over by the senior military doctors in the hospital. For more than two hours, Adolf felt that he seemed to have become the subject of medical research. In addition to hair and nails, almost every part of his body was examined by doctors in detail, from wound treatments everywhere to wound healing, from the heartbeat, breathing, blood condition to vision, hearing, reaction, stethoscope, flashlight, tweezers, and syringes swaying in front of his eyes, and finally he went to X-ray. When Adolf's stomach started to roar, an old military doctor who claimed to be Professor Conrad and had a very kind face came to him with a large list full of words.

"Major Adolf Hitler, your injury seems to be developing in a good direction. The right hand and right foot should be able to heal within two months. The left hand and left foot are slightly slower, and you can recover from the original state at most half a year!"

"That's great, Professor Conrad, I don't know what to say! Thank you! Thank you!"

When Adolf heard such good news, he was a little overwhelmed. If he had not been tied up with the white bandages, he might have been so excited that he would dance. After all, for a soldier who was eager to show himself in the military, it would be so sad that his brothers and feet would be left with disabilities.

The old military doctor nodded to his deputy. Then he walked to Adolf: "Major.

The next three months are a very important period for recuperation. In order to help your injuries recover better and faster, we have arranged special care workers for you. As long as you actively cooperate with our rehabilitation treatment and maintain a reasonable diet and exercise, I guarantee that your hands and feet will be even more flexible than before you get injured!”

"That's so..." Adolf stopped suddenly before he could say the word "good".

"What? Major, isn't it good to receive treatment here?"

"No, that's not what it means!" Adolf raised his head and looked at the friendly old military doctor, "But I don't quite understand. Ordinary wounded people will be sent to the rear sanatorium for treatment, so why can I stay?"

"Major, as you know, staying in the hospital can receive much better treatment!" said the old military doctor with a smile. "There are first-class equipment and first-class personnel here, which are not comparable to those nursing homes!"

"But why is it me?" Adolf expressed his biggest doubts along the way.

"You?" the old military doctor was stunned, then laughed loudly, leaving Adolf there with an inexplicable look on his face.

At this moment, the door opened, and the army major just now came in.

"Professor Conrad, the situation is fine!" the major glanced at Adolf and asked.

"The situation is very optimistic!" said the old military doctor, handing the paper on the table to the major. "Here, this is what you want! If possible, please send him back to us as soon as possible. Although his injury is not serious, because he is recently injured and has been exhausted on the journey, his body is still quite weak at the moment!"

"I will report this to my superiors!" The Army Major carefully put the report into the briefcase he carried with him, "But in the end, the superiors have the final say!"

The old military doctor nodded and watched the soldiers brought by the major to push Adolf out of the room, watching them leave.

"Professor, who is this major?" asked the old military doctor's deputy, a young doctor of twenty-seven or eight years old with an ordinary appearance.

"Hmm?" The old military doctor turned around and looked at his deputy's face, "Young man, it's not good to be curious!"

"Oh, I get it!" The young doctor lowered his head humbly.

"Actually..." The old military doctor smiled a little sarcastic, "I don't know who he is, so the senior management will pay so much attention!"

At the entrance of the hospital, a strong soldier easily helped Adolf into the car, while the other placed the wheelchair with an extremely ordinary appearance on the Mercedes-Benz personnel carrier in front.

"Major, where are we going now?" Adolf asked after the major also came up.

"You will know in a while!" The major still did not reveal the inside story this time.

"Can you tell me who your superior is? Major!" Adolf asked in a very gentle tone.

The major turned his head and smiled at Adolf for the first time, or to be precise, a mysterious smile.

"You will know in a while!"

This answer made Adolf feel a little depressed. The car quickly started, walked through the bustling streets, and drove away from the center of the city.

At the same time, in a three-story villa located in the eastern suburbs of Qingdao, court-clad servants were busy putting plates of fruits, snacks and various tableware onto long wooden dining tables. The table cloth with pure white background had a comfortable golden lace, with silver dining plates, silver candlesticks and red candles, red seats, as well as the gorgeous and dazzling crystal chandeliers in the hall, snow-white walls, golden wall lights and marble floors that reflect the figures. Everything here shows the extraordinary identity of the owner.

In the room on the second floor, the fireplace is burning brightly, and the whole room is warm. With reddish-brown wooden floors, large hand-woven wool blankets and large sofas over half a person tall, in the cold winter, the owner of the house likes to read, taste tea here, or sit in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and quietly watch the scenery outside - it is still a little far from the sea, and you can only see a blue line when looking out, but the forest that is beyond the edge is enough to make up for this small shortcomings.

"Your Majesty, he has completed a full-body examination in the hospital. Our best medical expert team confirmed that his physical condition is relatively optimistic and he will basically not leave any disability. Report in detail Major Luke will bring it with him! They will be here in about 20 minutes!"

"I understand!" The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa leaning against the left responded faintly.

The reporter bowed respectfully and slowly left the room.

"Your Majesty, who is that person? In my impression, you rarely seem to have a banquet alone!" said the young woman sitting on the sofa on the right, putting down the book in her hand.

"Well... how to say it, he is an ordinary but very unusual person, a typical German soldier, with an ordinary appearance but amazing talent!" The middle-aged man on the sofa on the left was also holding a book in his hand, a book full of square characters, "The Art of War"!

"You know him very well! I think you must be very familiar with him!" The lady looked very young, but she had a calmness and calmness that surpassed her age. Her appearance was very beautiful, and she also had an extraordinary noble temperament in her beauty.

The man on the left was wearing a military uniform with a gray color as the main color. The main body was the same as the current German army uniform. However, the classical style of red-bottom, gold-edged fan-shaped wide-edged collar and black, white and red ribbons showed his unique identity. Although there was only a shiny cross-shaped medal on the right chest, it was the supreme honor of the German military.

Although he was in his forties, his body showed no sign of gaining weight. After hearing what the lady beside him said, he turned his head and smiled calmly: "This is our first time meeting!"

"So your Majesty has always cared about this person!" The lady smiled lightly, saving the praise of the German intelligence department. Although these institutions and personnel always operate in hidden places, it is well known that the German intelligence network led by the Royal Bat Legion is far ahead of any other country in the world with the strong economic, military and political strength of this country!
Chapter completed!