Quick Transmigration: Whoever Wants to Be This Supporting Female Lead Can Be It!

Bai Yan is bound to a system and must unceasingly tread the path of courting death by opposing the protagonists, becoming a stepping stone in their lives, destined for a tragic end in every life.

Chapter 8: The Bound-Foot Girl in the Domestic Home during the Republic of China (Part 8)

Unexpectedly, the soldier waved his hand and said, "Alright, no matter whose relative you are, our commander said that these days even a fly can't fly out of the city!"

"Just stay in the city and relax!"

He assumed the mother and daughter were trying to leave the city through the warlord's back door, and offered a brief explanation: "Did you see the air raid yesterday? The warlord led his men and shot down several planes! Going outside would be suicide!"

Bai Yan stepped forward and said, "Brother, go and inform the commander that Bai Yan wishes to see him."

"Alright, I don't care if you're fair-skinned or dark-skinned, the commander-in-chief is busy today and doesn't have time to receive guests!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Yuan finally managed to speak, but was mistaken for a liar, so she dared not speak again.

Bai Yan couldn't help but peek inside, but she couldn't see him anywhere, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

She understood that she might be able to see him on ordinary days, but now that there was war, he was so busy that he couldn't see anyone else.

"Yan'er, let's go," Madam Yuan said softly. "Marshal Xu may have already forgotten about your father."

“He won’t.” Bai Yan glanced at the soldier again: “Then please trouble you, brother, when the commander has some free time, tell him that Bai Yan from Fancheng is staying at a hotel near the municipal government.”

Only after saying this did he leave with Madam Yuan.

Inside the house, Xu Shengtian and his adjutant Cui were walking out together when, unexpectedly, they saw a figure in a snow-white cloak walking with another figure through a hole in the wall of the Marshal's Mansion in the corridor.

She lowered her face. Although they were some distance apart, his eyesight was excellent. The girl's dark eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what had happened. Her expression seemed somewhat aggrieved... and he couldn't bear to see her so aggrieved.

His heart suddenly pounded, and without thinking, he ran towards the door.

"General, General!" the adjutant hurriedly followed.

The main gate of the Marshal's Mansion was some distance from the wall. By the time Xu Shengtian reached the gate and looked back in the direction he had come from, the person was long gone.

"General, what's wrong?" Lieutenant Cui asked, puzzled. "What's up ahead?"

Xu Shengtian ignored Lieutenant Cui, strode to the door, and asked, "Were those two people from the Marshal's Mansion?"

The soldier at the door nodded. "They said they were relatives of the Marshal, yes... they said they were Bai Zhizhong's wife and daughter, and they came to seek refuge with the Marshal. I thought they were trying to find relatives outside the city, so I told them to leave quickly."

Xu Shengtian's expression changed: "You chased them away?"

"Why won't you let them come to see me?!"

"General...didn't you say that we wouldn't see anyone except our own people?" The soldier shrank back in fear.

Xu Sheng's face darkened; he was just a few steps away!

He was right in what he said, but the soldier was shameless: "Find them before dark and bring them to the commander's mansion! If you don't find them, I'll twist your head off!"

After saying that, he strode into the car outside. He still had to go to the front line; he had indeed been working non-stop these past few days.

The soldier was almost in tears. "The commander-in-chief said it himself."

Lieutenant Cui patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Bai is the Marshal's teacher. If you drive away his wife and daughters, wouldn't you be putting the Marshal in a position of disloyalty and injustice?"

"I...I don't know..."

"I think the commander values ​​them. If he weren't busy at the front lines right now, he would definitely find them himself. Go find them quickly, and take more men with you. Fengyi is only so big, it won't be hard to find two women."

"yes!"

...

Bai Yan took Yuan Shi back to the hotel, and after dinner, she prepared to go out again.

"Yan'er, where are you going?" Madam Yuan asked anxiously.

"Mom, I'm going to the hospital here to get checked out." Bai Yan pointed to her feet. "The hospitals here are much bigger than those in Fancheng. I've been walking a lot these past few days, so I want to get a checkup."

"Mom will go with you," Yuan said, getting up to leave.

"Mom, it's alright. Look around here, there are guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, what could possibly be wrong?"

Bai Yan said, "The security here is much better than in our Fancheng."

Yuan nodded in agreement. Despite yesterday's air raid, Fengyi City was still in good order today, with no signs of burning, killing, looting, or smashing. "General Xu is indeed strict in his military discipline."

"If we both leave, it would be bad if Commander Xu came back looking for us, and we left empty-handed."

Yuan thought to himself that there are many heartless people in the world, and if even his own clansmen are like this, how much more so outsiders?

Looking into her daughter's dark, clear eyes, she couldn't bear to say, "Then you have to be careful."

"We just passed by the hospital, it's not far," Bai Yan said with a smile. "Don't worry."

Then he turned and left.

Bai Yan frowned. He wasn't in the story, and she didn't know what had happened.

I want to help him, but I need a quick way to see him, like at a hospital.

It is said that the largest hospital in Fengyi was established with funding from the Marshal's Mansion, and the hospital director was once a doctor accompanying the Fengyi Army.

There weren't many ordinary people in the hospital today, because most people were scared after yesterday's air raid and were just staying home to suffer from minor illnesses. The stretchers being carried back and forth were full of bloodied and mangled Fengyi Army soldiers in military uniforms.

Compared to hospitals today, hospitals back then didn't have as many departments, and because there were so many people, doctors even treated patients in the lobby.

Bai Yan walked up to a doctor who wasn't busy, just about to speak.

The nurse saw Bai Yan in line ahead of her and said, "Could you please move aside? He was hit by a stray bullet and is bleeding a lot. He's in a real hurry!"

Bai Yan nodded. The peace in Fengyi City was due to these wounded soldiers who had bled, and they certainly deserved her respect.

After she stepped aside, the injured man was carried to a hospital bed, and the doctor quickly applied medicine and bandaged him.

Bai Yan frowned immediately. He had only cleaned the wound, but hadn't cleaned the surface of the wound, which could cause secondary inflammation.

However, before Bai Yan could speak, another doctor, who looked older and was wearing a mask, scolded her: "What are you doing? You haven't even cleaned up the rotten flesh. We're out of anti-inflammatory drugs now. You'll kill him by doing this!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, teacher!" the doctor who was bandaging the patient quickly apologized.

"Never mind, never mind." The old doctor could only shake his head helplessly: "You are all students, and you haven't learned this, so it's not your fault."

"I'll do it, you just watch from the side."

"Okay, okay, teacher."

Bai Yan immediately understood. She knew the darkness of this era in China, where the most scarce resources on the battlefield, besides weapons, were medical resources.

There is a shortage of trained medical staff, and medicines are even more scarce.

Injuries can lead to infection and inflammation, and according to records, what is most needed at this time is an anti-inflammatory drug called 'penicillin'.

This anti-inflammatory drug, whose main ingredient is penicillin, can be bought for just a few dollars in modern times. However, in this era, China had not mastered the production method of penicillin, and the price of one injection was as high as two hundred US dollars in that era alone.

This is the miracle drug that our time needs; it can save the lives of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield.

Then it should belong here, to China, Bai Yan thought.