"What are you looking at? You look so happy."
Mr. Zeng suddenly spoke, and Mr. Peng looked up and stretched out a hand to greet him.
"Look, this is our first aid pill, it can be put into use in large quantities."
According to clinical trials, these first aid pills are suitable for most people's physiques.
Especially since most of the wounded in this group were seriously injured, these were life-saving items at the critical moment.
Mr. Zeng was a little bit surprised and looked over.
The densely packed small paper boxes carry everyone's hopes.
"I didn't expect you could actually mass-produce these things in such a short time! Old Peng, who knows, you might be able to do other things too."
For example, to restore the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine!
He looked at Ji Qingzhou with admiration, which was the true meaning of the young being formidable.
At first, Ji Qingzhou was too young and he was not so optimistic.
If it weren't for Mr. Peng's favor, he might not have seen the shining Ji Qingzhou.
"Old Peng, your little disciple is incredible. I think he will become a great man in the future."
Old Peng was even more proud. Compared to the first-aid pills he made, teaching a talented apprentice was something more worthy of boasting about.
"Of course. Don't underestimate my young apprentice, but she's not necessarily any less impetuous than the students you have."
Mr. Zeng nodded repeatedly. Ji Qingzhou's calmness was indeed rare among young people nowadays.
Such courage is even rarer on the battlefield.
A rare talent like her seems to be born to do this job.
In comparison, Gu Changchuan, whom he had previously favored, was simply slapping him in the face. Mr. Zeng sighed in his heart.
Ji Qingzhou blushed from being praised all the time, and she explained with a smile:
"Master must have taught me well, otherwise how could I be where I am today?"
Mr. Zeng was in high spirits. With Ji Qingzhou and Mr. Peng in the medical field, there was no need to worry about this battle.
*
Xie Yanbei and Shen Huaizhi did not stop heading towards the sun.
The enemy camp was in chaos.
"You bunch of losers, are you all just eating for free? You occupy such a prime position, yet you are being beaten back step by step by the enemy."
They were the ones who started the trouble, but in the end they were beaten and had to flee everywhere.
If this gets spread back to China, I'm afraid people will laugh at me.
"General, we originally had the advantage, but the enemy seemed to have changed their personnel and retreated to advance. Our men were ambushed and suffered countless casualties. If we don't withdraw our troops in time, our losses will be even greater."
A trace of anger flashed across Pan Qingyun's face, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke. The combat camp fell into silence.
"Lose? What weapons did you guys use? The Chinese have outdated weapons. Their only advantage is numbers. With limited supplies and no guaranteed medical care, you can't actually win?"
"Admiral, Lieutenant Pan is back."
When Pan Qingyun was furious, someone outside hurried in with a look of anxiety on his face.
When Pan Qingyun heard that his son had returned, his expression eased a little.
He thrust the flag in his hand heavily into the border of China on the map.
"Let him in quickly."
As he finished speaking, the tent curtain was opened, bringing in a gust of cold air.
"Ouch... Ouch... Hiss... It hurts so much, it hurts so much, Dad, save me..."
The first person to come in from outside was not Pan Guang, but a soldier carrying a stretcher.
Pan Guang lay on a stretcher with distorted features, his arms covered in blood and one hand missing.
Because of the pain, he curled up on the stretcher like a shrimp with a hunched back.
The first thing Pan Qingyun heard was Pan Guang’s wailing.
"Guang'er, you, what's wrong with you?"
Both father and son are brave and good at fighting. Except for a defeat a few years ago, they have never been looked down upon.
"Who, who is it? I want to kill him and avenge my son!"
Pan Qingyun's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to touch Pan Guang's wound.
Blood flowed out like water. Pan Guang bit his back teeth, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
"He, he is the same person who hurt me a few years ago. Dad, make him die, make sure he dies!"
Pan Guang roared like a nine-headed snake with its head cut off, his scarlet eyes shone with a strange light because of unwillingness.
As he was preparing to attack the trench at close range, he vaguely saw a face, a man he knew.
A few years ago, he was beaten badly by this man.
As the saying goes, enemies often meet on different paths, and I met him again this time.
"It's Xie Yanbei."
Pan Qingyun and Xie Yanbei have fought several times.
I know that although he is young, he is resourceful.
Many times, he was defeated by him and was truly convinced.
But times have changed.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Son, don't worry, I will make him pay the price!"
The veins on Pan Guang's forehead bulged, he held the stretcher tightly, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
“And Shen Huaizhi, they have always fought side by side. I didn’t see Xiao Shuo, but they should be together.”
He held on and said the last sentence, then fainted from the pain.
Pan Qingyun's heart ached: "Son, son?"
Soon the medical staff came over: "General Pan, the lieutenant needs to stop the bleeding as soon as possible."
Pan Qingyun waved his hand and Pan Guang was pushed down.
He slammed his hand on the table, filled with grief and anger.
"Pass on my military order. Whoever can kill Xie Yanbei will be rewarded with a large sum of money and awarded first-class merit!"
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