As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
Even if they don't lose their lives, they might be left with disabilities and ultimately have no choice but to change careers or retire from the military.
These were his brothers who fought alongside him, and Peng Qibo couldn't bear to ruin them because of drugs.
So he took out the medicine he had brought and handed it to the medical department's pharmacy, requesting that it be used to treat all the wounded.
He did not publicize this matter, nor did he tell anyone.
"You've really gotten good at this, kid."
The leader laughed and scolded, "You didn't even tell me about something so important. I didn't even know what happened when Lao Qin mentioned it. He's making a fool of himself in front of me."
"Just doing my part."
Peng Qibo responded, "I didn't expect to alarm Chief Qin."
“You’ve always been sensible, so I’m too lazy to say anything more to you. What I mean is that the medicine you brought back is very effective and works very well.”
The leader couldn't help but sigh as he said this, his excitement waning considerably. "It's just that the quantity was too small; the medicine was almost used up in just a few days."
With more and more soldiers getting injured lately, a lot of medicine is needed. Old Qin asked you if you know any way to buy medicine.
"If possible, he'll personally approve the payment for you, and get all the medicine you need back for him."
"Chief Qin has misunderstood. I don't have any connections."
Peng Qibo frowned, never expecting that this matter would be brought before this leader.
So they had no choice but to reveal the source of the medicine.
Upon hearing this, the leader looked surprised. "You mean, the true source of these drugs is just a guess?"
Are you sure Lu Qingyang, the son of a wealthy businessman, has a large stockpile of drugs?