Traveling through the sword to engage in military industry

Qiao Yuanshan took something from Ren Zhong's pocket and asked sternly.

It was two strips of amoxicillin capsules.

Qiao Yuanshan looked at the writing on them, but he didn't recognize a single character.

There was no way around it. At this time, you could count the literate people in the New First Regiment on one hand. Even the regiment commander, Li Yunlong, was still semi-illiterate. Even though Qiao Yuanshan was a veteran, all his skill points were focused on combat.

Looking at the amoxicillin that Qiao Yuanshan had found.

"This is amoxicillin, an anti-inflammatory drug. I've had a sore throat these past few days, and I'm using this to reduce the inflammation," Ren Zhong blurted out, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

His throat didn't seem to hurt anymore. His illness seemed to have been cured during the time travel.

He was now time-traveling in the world of "Bright Sword". This era didn't even have penicillin yet, so this amoxicillin was even more of a rare item.

This was troublesome! It was impossible to explain.

He hadn't expected to be carrying such a thing with him, especially with the writing on it. What should he do?

Ren Zhong's brain began to spin rapidly, thinking about how to reasonably explain this thing that surpassed the times.

Who knew that Qiao Yuanshan would get so excited when he heard it was for reducing inflammation?

"Anti-inflammatory medicine? Can this medicine treat infections and fevers after gunshot wounds?" Qiao Yuanshan grabbed Ren Zhong forcefully, almost lifting him up.

Ren Zhong was dumbfounded, wondering why the other party's emotions had suddenly exploded.

What, what was going on?

"Gunshot wound infection and fever? It seems like it's inflammation, right? This, this is a special medicine for treating inflammation. It can treat it, it should be able to treat it," Ren Zhong stammered a little, feeling that if he didn't say it right, the other party might lose his temper.

"That's great, that's great, Zhuzi and the others are saved!"

Qiao Yuanshan said excitedly, grabbing Ren Zhong, "Let's go, hurry, I'll take you to see the regiment commander!"

Ren Zhong was dragged along by Qiao Yuanshan in a daze.

"What's going on, Comrade Eighth Route Army, don't rush, tell me what's going on?" Ren Zhong asked as he ran.

"Our New First Regiment just fought a big battle and came here to rest. Among them, a dozen seriously wounded soldiers have a fever, but we don't have any anti-inflammatory medicine. Now that you have anti-inflammatory medicine here, let's hurry back and save them," Qiao Yuanshan explained excitedly.

So that's how it was.

As Ren Zhong ran, the plot flashed through his mind. In the Battle of Cangyun Ridge, Li Yunlong's New First Regiment blocked and broke through the encirclement. Although the TV series didn't explain the casualties, it was normal for such a fierce battle to result in more than half of the casualties. These seriously wounded soldiers who broke through the encirclement couldn't be sent to the general hospital for treatment in the short term.

Given the preciousness of anti-inflammatory drugs in this era, Ren Zhong knew that the New First Regiment probably didn't have any anti-inflammatory drugs at all.

If they got infected and had a fever after being injured, whether they could survive depended on who had a hard life.

In this era, the soldiers who died from infection and fever were probably not much fewer than those who died on the battlefield.

No wonder Qiao Yuanshan was so excited when he heard about the anti-inflammatory medicine.

"Zhuzi?" Ren Zhong heard Qiao Yuanshan say this name, and couldn't help but have an immersive viewing experience. Was that Wang Chengzhu, the artillery god of the New First Regiment who was shot twice?

Could it be that with his arrival, Wang Chengzhu, who had originally sacrificed himself, still had a chance to be rescued?

Ren Zhong's mind was full of images, and he followed Qiao Yuanshan all the way downstream. Suddenly, when they reached a place blocked by a large rock, Qiao Yuanshan stopped.

"Xiaolinzi, Xiaolinzi, hurry up and guard the sentry post in front. I'll call someone over here to replace you," Qiao Yuanshan shouted loudly.

A small, gray-clad soldier emerged from behind the rock as if by magic.

"Yes, platoon leader!" After saying that, he ran towards Qiao Yuanshan's original sentry position.

He didn't waste any time in between.

On both sides of the small river.

A small basin in a flat dam began to appear in front of them. Neat terraces were opened up layer by layer on both sides of the flat dam.

After turning a river bend, it suddenly opened up into a larger basin, with scattered low thatched houses built of earth walls and rocks.

There really was a mountain village here.

Qiao Yuanshan didn't speak, and Ren Zhong didn't have time to ask. He was already having some difficulty keeping up with Qiao Yuanshan's running. Physically, although Qiao Yuanshan was thin and wiry, he was much stronger than Ren Zhong when he ran.

Ren Zhong had to brace himself to barely keep up with Qiao Yuanshan's intentionally slowed pace.

The two of them soon arrived at the small mountain village.

"Platoon leader, why are you back?" Two gray-clad soldiers were standing guard at the entrance of the mountain village and asked strangely.

"Zhang Donglu, hurry up and go to the No. 1 sentry position to replace Zhao Lin. Zhao Lin has gone to the No. 2 sentry position," Qiao Yuanshan shouted, without stopping his steps, "I have important matters to see the regiment commander about!"

"Yes!" The soldier named Zhang Donglu didn't say anything, slung his gun on his back, and ran towards the direction Ren Zhong and the others had come from.

Along the way, Qiao Yuanshan completed the sentry post handover without any hesitation. The strict discipline of the New First Regiment was an eye-opener for Ren Zhong.

The two of them ran all the way to a ancestral hall in the mountain village before Qiao Yuanshan stopped. Ren Zhong bent over, panting heavily, and barely recovered. Although it was only a little over 1 kilometer from sentry post No. 2 to here, Ren Zhong, who had graduated for more than a year, had basically no decent exercise, and his physical fitness was obviously far inferior to Qiao Yuanshan.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ren, I've made you suffer," Qiao Yuanshan said apologetically, looking at Ren Zhong's appearance.

"It's okay, it's okay," Ren Zhong waved his hand, panting heavily. "Where are the wounded? I'll go take a look."

Along the way, Ren Zhong had already thought about it. No matter what, he had to play the role of a quack doctor now.

Otherwise, it would be too difficult for him to gain a foothold in this world.

Qiao Yuanshan's shout just now made Ren Zhong understand that this was a very cruel world to survive in. He couldn't carry things on his shoulders, let alone fight.

He wasn't a soldier king who had time-traveled. In this world, he was just a nobody. If Qiao Yuanshan wanted to deal with him just now, he could have let him run 200 meters first, and it would have been useless.

From a pragmatic point of view, if Ren Zhong wanted to survive, he had to have value, and it had to be value that even Li Yunlong coveted.

And at this stage, there was no better identity than a doctor.

Even if he didn't know anything about medicine, he had amoxicillin on him, which was a miracle anti-inflammatory drug for this era!

Qiao Yuanshan didn't have time to answer him.

"Platoon leader Qiao, why are you back?" The soldier guarding the ancestral hall asked strangely when he saw Qiao Yuanshan.

"Huzi, hurry up and find the regiment commander. Tell him I've found a doctor and anti-inflammatory medicine to treat Zhuzi and the others," Qiao Yuanshan shouted at the soldier on guard.

After saying that, Qiao Yuanshan turned to Ren Zhong and said, "Mr. Ren, the seriously wounded are all inside the ancestral hall, please."

At this moment, Qiao Yuanshan's attitude had also changed.

This made Ren Zhong increasingly feel that the aura of a divine doctor must be erected.

Although not a medical student, Ren Zhong was, after all, a student at a key university in the new society. He had some experience in the process of seeing a doctor. Compared to the doctors in his own time and space, this was nothing, but in this time and space, anyone who could read was a proper scholar.

Entering the ancestral hall, it was actually a thatched shed surrounded by three earthen walls, inside which were enshrined the ancestral tablets of the Zhao family, and a dilapidated offering table with an incense burner on it.

Apart from that, inside, on a pile of dry grass, lay more than a dozen men side by side.

At this moment, each of them had a sallow complexion, chapped lips, and large patches of shocking purplish-black bloodstains all over their bodies, looking as if they had little life left.

Ren Zhong's heart was shaken violently.

It was the first time he had seen this scene. These men, who were originally alive and kicking, were now all dying, on the verge of death.

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Ren Zhong walked to a severely wounded soldier, squatted down and reached out to touch his forehead. As expected, it was scalding hot, and he had a high fever even in such cold weather!

The severely wounded soldier's stomach was tightly wrapped, but the bandage was completely soaked with blood. A large amount of blood loss, coupled with infection and inflammation, it was a miracle that he could survive until now.

"Mr. Ren, this is the machine gunner of the Third Company of the Second Battalion. Yesterday, he took a shot in the stomach during the charge. He endured the pain and fought his way out of the encirclement, but we got separated from the general hospital. We didn't have any medicine to treat them, and after simply treating the wound, it became like this.

Not only him, but every brother here has a fever after being shot and breaking out."

Qiao Yuanshan walked to Ren Zhong and said.

Ren Zhong had heard that the Type 38 rifle almost always caused penetrating wounds. If one was lucky enough not to hit a vital point, there would be no problem for a while, but the wound infection caused by the bullet passing through the body was equally fatal to the wounded in this era.

In fact, Ren Zhong knew that even the Eighth Route Army General Hospital was seriously short of anti-inflammatory drugs. Faced with this situation, most people actually relied on miracles to survive the fever.

After watching for a while, Ren Zhong was somewhat confident that these severely wounded soldiers could survive until now because their gunshot wounds basically avoided vital parts. As long as the wound inflammation was resolved, they would probably be able to save their lives.

"Platoon Leader Qiao, my anti-inflammatory drugs are very strong. It shouldn't be a big problem to reduce inflammation and fever, but..."

Ren Zhong turned his head and said very seriously, "My anti-inflammatory drug has a certain allergenicity. Some people may have allergic reactions. Now I don't have the conditions to test their allergenicity, so taking my anti-inflammatory drug carries a risk of life."

Ren Zhong still knew the basic common sense of penicillin, and he had to say it in advance.

If someone was allergic after taking it, they might die before the fever subsided.

Ren Zhong finished speaking and looked at Qiao Yuanshan.

Qiao Yuanshan didn't expect this to happen, and he didn't pay attention to it for a while.

"Qiao, Platoon Leader Qiao, I'm willing to try it."

Before Qiao Yuanshan could reply, a weak voice beside him said.

"Zhu Zi, this..."

Qiao Yuanshan turned his head and looked, and said with some hesitation, "Mr. Ren said there is some allergenicity. If you take the wrong medicine, then wouldn't that be..."

"I'm not afraid. If I don't eat it, I won't last long. Eating it can still give me a chance."

The severely wounded soldier said.

Ren Zhong looked at him and found him somewhat familiar, resembling Wang Chengzhu, the artillery god in the TV series, "Is this Wang Chengzhu, the mortar expert who killed Sakata Colonel?"

Ren Zhong asked.

"I dare not call myself an expert, Mr. Ren. I, Wang Chengzhu, am just an ordinary artilleryman."

The severely wounded soldier

"Damn, it's really the artillery god Wang Chengzhu, Brother Zhu Zi, it really is you!"

Ren Zhong blurted out words that made Wang Chengzhu feel inexplicable, but he still understood the words "artillery god", which made Wang Chengzhu feel a little embarrassed.

Ren Zhong didn't care about these things. Seeing the living Wang Chengzhu, he couldn't help but feel excited. This was one of the few people he couldn't forget and felt most regretful about when watching dramas. He didn't expect him to be alive, which was really great.

God arranged for him to travel through time, definitely to save these heroes. A sense of closeness arose spontaneously, "Brother Zhu Zi, my medicine has a very good anti-inflammatory effect, but the bad thing is what I just said, not everyone is suitable, some people will be allergic. In this way, if Brother Zhu Zi is willing to try, I will reduce the dose and try it first."

Ren Zhong knew that in this situation, he could only rely on gambling. If these severely wounded soldiers didn't eat it, most of them wouldn't survive.

Now their wound inflammation was too serious and had to be treated immediately.

Perhaps reducing the dose was a way.

Ren Zhong happened to know that the amoxicillin in his hand, 1 tablet of 250 mg, was about 400,000 units of penicillin. In his time and space, ordinary adults had to take two tablets to see the effect.

But in this time and space, penicillin had not yet appeared, and the human body had no antibiotic resistance at all, so reducing the dose and taking half a tablet first, according to a quarter of the normal dose, should have an effect. If there was an allergic reaction, it should not be fatal.

Of course, this was Ren Zhong's guess, and he didn't know how much of a dose would be fatal if someone was allergic to penicillin.

Now he could only take a gamble.

The current situation did not allow him to continue researching.

"Mr. Ren, I dare not call myself an artillery god. I am really just an ordinary artilleryman."

After hearing this, Wang Chengzhu's eyes lit up. Although Ren Zhong's face looked quite young, he looked like a cultured person at first glance. Being recognized by Ren Zhong and having hope of being saved, Wang Chengzhu was also a little excited.

"Come on, I'm willing to try. Life and death are destined, and I won't blame Mr. Ren if anything happens."

"Bring water."

Ren Zhong made up his mind. The severely wounded soldiers in this room were all like this. If they didn't eat it, they would be finished.

Now, even if it was a gamble, he, Ren Zhong, would have to wrestle with the King of Hell!

Ren Zhong carefully divided 1 tablet of medicine into two parts, helped Wang Chengzhu up and took it with water.

The other severely wounded soldiers next to him saw Wang Chengzhu take it, and one by one they clamored to try it too.

Ren Zhong braced himself and separated the medicine in his hand, helping them take it one by one.

10 minutes passed.

None of the severely wounded soldiers in the field showed any abnormalities.

Ren Zhong went back and forth, constantly checking their heartbeats and pulses one by one, and felt that there was indeed nothing wrong. It seemed that the allergy hurdle had been passed.

Ren Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside to continue observing the situation. Whether it would take effect or not would take several hours.

At this moment, a burst of messy footsteps came.

Qiao Yuanshan, who had been nervously staring at the condition of the severely wounded soldiers, turned his head and watched a middle-aged soldier with a face full of smoke and gunpowder, and his body still smelling of gunpowder, quickly follow Hu Zi into the ancestral hall.

"Regimental Commander!"

Qiao Yuanshan called out.

Ren Zhong raised his head and looked at the cyan-gray clothes on the person who came, which were also stained with blood, but it seemed that the blood was left behind by the dying struggles of the Japanese devils.

This was Li Yunlong, this was the real Li Yunlong from the TV series.

This demeanor, this appearance, one could not say was exactly the same, one could only say there was no difference!

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