Chapter 69
Fu Le had no idea what kind of dire straits Shen Lang was in; she was engrossed in reading the Records of the Grand Historian.
Just as Shen Lang said, compared to the peaceful and prosperous China, the populations of neighboring countries are almost nonexistent. Moreover, their national machinery is inactive, each serving its own interests, plundering money and resources, leading to mass deaths. Take H and R, for example; their populations have dwindled to only one million and continue to decline. The operation of these countries is basically controlled by robots. One can imagine how low the happiness level of the remaining citizens is. Even the once-powerful United States has a population of less than five million. As an immigrant country, the original inhabitants are few and far between. Economically, it is far inferior to China today. Furthermore, most of their citizens live on ice, in underground bases, which only the wealthy can access. This is very much in line with the national conditions of the United States. Compared to the peaceful and prosperous life of the Chinese people, one is heaven and the other is hell.
"You don't need to read those science books; it's useless anyway. When you go back, all of that will be erased from your mind." Suddenly, the shuttle's voice echoed in his mind.
Fu Le: ...!!!
"Does this mean everything I see in the future will disappear?" Fu Le asked angrily.
"No, I only recognize data related to technology within your brain."
That's more like it.
"Studying medicine, is that possible? Can I buy some anti-cancer drugs here and take them back with me?"
"No, you can only learn the prescriptions, not the finished products."
How did I manage to take those pills from the apocalyptic realm with me?
"Those are different; they're all handmade, not produced by high-precision instruments. Anything closely related to high technology or with a huge leap in technological advancement won't do."
"You really do know what I'm thinking, you dog."
Shuttle: ...
"What about the over-the-counter medicines I scavenged from pharmacies and warehouses? Are you saying I can't bring them either?" Fu Le's eyebrows shot up, a sign that he was about to explode.
"You can bring it; they're all common medications."
Fu Le: ...It seems that's really the case. It turns out that pharmacies around the world don't have those high-end, good medicines.
The next day, Shen Lang received a message from Fu Le: "Is there enough fruit salad? You can come and get more if you want. I made a lot today, and there's also fruit milk tea."
The eyes, which were still confused, suddenly brightened.
"Come on!" These are all holidays, so he has plenty of time.
During the three-day holiday, Shen Lang came to pick up a large bucket of fruit salad every day, and Fu Le happily received 50,000 credits.
Compared to the cheerful and amiable Shen Lang, the neighbors around her were all indifferent, never glancing at her as she walked down the street. Fu Le liked this atmosphere, and no enthusiastic neighbors would come to her door. So, she went to the library, used all her privileges to borrow medical books, and started endlessly copying them with her newly bought laser printer.
For the rest of the time, Fu Le's life was quiet and uneventful. Apart from the library, she would buy herbs from herbal medicine bases and study them at home. She didn't know anything about medicine, but compared to Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine seemed easier to learn. In less than a month, she was able to make some external wound ointments herself, adding the blood of sand cricket pupae. The effect was amazing. If this were in the original world, it would definitely improve the survival rate of soldiers performing dangerous missions.
The small ointment packaging machine can hold 20 grams per tube and can be bought on the market. After Fu Le adjusted the prescription, she started mass production. This kind of intelligent machine can handle the task of filling the raw materials as long as she prepares them, so she can continue reading and studying. It's really a good thing.
Although we can't take the machine with us, we can sell it and use it immediately.
Base Office.
“Captain, this girl has been obsessed with studying medicine lately. She borrows ten books every day and returns them the next day. She also bought a laser printer and several tons of herbs from the herb base. Here is a list of herb types, all related to wound repair. There’s also an ointment making machine…” Fu Le’s every move was placed on Shen Lang’s desk.
"Okay, I understand." Shen Lang's eyes darkened, and he only let out a long sigh after his subordinate left. What exactly is this girl up to?
When the familiar knocking sounded, Fu Le's hand holding the book trembled, and he almost dropped it.
Thinking about it, it's about time it came; it's been a month already.
"You're here, come in." Fu Le stepped aside to let Shen Lang in. The latter gave her a deep look and stepped inside. "You knew I would come."
“You all know what I’m doing, don’t you?” Fu Le retorted irritably. “You’ve seen all of this; I’m using it to make medicine.”
The ointment making in the living room continued, with tubes of finished ointment falling into the box with a crackling sound, just like Chen Lang's mood at that moment, all scattering and splashing.
"You have nothing to explain?" Shen Lang looked at Fu Le, his muscles tense and his eyes cold.
"I'm not a spy. I'm taking these ointments back to my original world. Of course, if you want some, I can share some with you." Fu Le knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she stopped trying. In any case, she had to learn the pharmaceutical techniques of the future, even if it was just a little bit. Back in her original world, she could do something for ordinary people. This was the only thing she could do for her country. She couldn't afford to gamble, she didn't want to lose her freedom, and she didn't want to die.
"What do you mean?" Shen Lang looked at Fu Le with a puzzled expression.
"Come to the study, and I'll tell you everything."
Fu Le's account only mentioned that she was born in 1996 and, by chance, traveled through time and space to this place in her dream. She only had half a year there, and two months have passed now. This explains why she knows nothing about the future, as if she had never experienced the apocalypse.
"The person in my dream gave me a bucket of greenish-blue liquid and many pills, saying that they could save many people. He told me to take them back and find a way to give them to the army, while ensuring my own safety." Fu Le emphasized the last sentence.
"So, you mean you can take everything you get here back with you?" Regardless of whether Fu Le was telling the truth or not, Shen Lang continued to ask, following her lead.
"Not everything. Overly advanced technology won't work, but food and medicine are fine, as are book knowledge. Your current medical care is much more advanced than before the apocalypse. I want to study traditional Chinese medicine in the future, so I'm personally very interested."
"So that's why you borrowed so many books from the medical museum to make copies?"
Fu Le nodded awkwardly, "Yes, I can't possibly learn all of it in the remaining time, so I can only take it back for now."
"Do you think what you're saying is credible?" Shen Lang asked with a cold smile, a sneer that carried a hint of intimidation—a quality unique to seasoned soldiers.
"I know you don't believe me, come with me."
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