Traveling through the sword to engage in military industry.

Chapter 2: Saving the Artillery God Wang Chengzhu

Qiao Yuanshan asked sternly as he took something out of Ren Zhong's pocket.

Those are two versions of amoxicillin capsules.

Qiao Yuanshan saw some words printed on it, but he didn't recognize any of them.

There was no way. At that time, the number of literate people in the New 1st Regiment could be counted 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 found.

"This is amoxicillin, an anti-inflammatory drug. My throat has been inflamed these days, so I'll use this to reduce the inflammation." Ren Zhong blurted out, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

My throat didn’t seem to hurt anymore, and the illness seemed to have been cured during the time travel.

I have now traveled to the world of Bright Sword. In this time and space, there is not even penicillin, and amoxicillin is even more of a rare item.

This is a problem! I can't explain it clearly.

I didn't expect that I would be carrying such a thing on me, and there were words on it. What should I do?

Ren Zhong's mind began to work rapidly, thinking about how to reasonably explain this thing that was ahead of its time.

Who knew that when Qiao Yuanshan heard that it was anti-inflammatory, he suddenly became excited.

"Anti-inflammatory medicine? Can your medicine treat fever caused by infection after gunshot wound?" Qiao Yuanshan grabbed Ren Zhong with all his strength and almost lifted him up.

Ren Zhong was confused as to why the other party suddenly lost his temper.

What's going on?
"Gunshot wound infection and fever? It seems like an inflammation. This is a special medicine for treating inflammation. It can be cured, it should be curable." Ren Zhong became nervous and stuttered a little. He felt that if he said something wrong, the other party might get angry.

"Great, great, Zhuzi and the others are saved!"

Qiao Yuanshan spoke excitedly while pulling Ren Zhong, "Come on, come on, I'll take you to see the head of the group!"

Ren Zhong was confused and was dragged by Qiao Yuanshan to run.

"What's going on, comrade Eighth Route Army? Don't be anxious. Tell me what's going on?" Ren Zhong asked while running.

"Our New 1st Regiment just fought a big battle and came here to rest. Among them, more than a dozen seriously injured soldiers have fever, but we don't have anti-inflammatory drugs. Now you have anti-inflammatory drugs here, let's go back quickly and save them." Qiao Yuanshan explained excitedly.

It turned out to be the case.

As Ren Zhong ran, the plot flashed through his mind: in the battle of Cangyun Ridge, Li Yunlong's New 1st Regiment blocked the enemy and broke through from the front. Although the TV series did not explain the casualties, it was normal for more than half of the casualties in such a fierce battle. The seriously injured who broke through could not be sent to the headquarters hospital for treatment in a short time.

Given how expensive anti-inflammatory drugs were in this era, Ren Zhong knew that the New 1st Regiment might not have any at all.

If you get injured and then get infected, inflamed and have a fever, whether you can survive it basically depends on who is luckier.

In this era, the number of soldiers dying from infection and inflammation is probably not much less than that on the battlefield.

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

"Zhu Zi?" When Ren Zhong heard Qiao Yuanshan say this name, he couldn't help but have an immersive movie-watching experience. Was that Wang Chengzhu, the artillery god of the New 1st Regiment who had been hit by two bullets?
Could it be that with my arrival, Wang Chengzhu, who was originally sacrificed, still has a chance to be saved by me?
Ren Zhong's mind was full of images as he followed Qiao Yuanshan and ran downstream. Suddenly, they came to a place where a big rock blocked the way, and Qiao Yuanshan stopped.

"Xiao Linzi, Xiao Linzi, hurry up and go to the front to stand guard. I'll call someone to replace you." Qiao Yuanshan shouted loudly.

A small, blue-gray warrior appeared from behind the rock as if by magic.

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

There is no drag in between.

Ren Zhong looked at all this and couldn't help but nodded secretly. He didn't expect that Qiao Yuanshan still didn't let down his guard at all under such circumstances.

Even though there were basically no people passing by the direction where he appeared, any negligence would be fatal to the troops.

When he arrived at this post, Ren Zhong could already vaguely see traces of the mountain village.

Because there began to be obvious cultivated land.

On both sides of the stream.

A small flat basin began to appear in front of us, and neat terraces were opened up one after another on both sides of the plain.

After turning a bend in the river, the view suddenly opens up to a larger basin, with sparsely populated low thatched houses made of earthen walls and stones.

There is indeed a mountain village here.

Qiao Yuanshan didn't say anything and Ren Zhong didn't have time to ask. It was already a bit tiring for him to run after Qiao Yuanshan. Physically, although Qiao Yuanshan looked skinny, he was much stronger than Ren Zhong when running.

Ren Zhong had to try his best to barely keep up with Qiao Yuanshan's deliberately slowed pace.

It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the small mountain village.

"Platoon leader, why are you back?" Two soldiers in blue-gray clothes were standing guard at the entrance of the mountain village.

"Zhang Donglu, hurry up and take over from Zhao Lin at the No. 1 sentry position. Zhao Lin is at the No. 2 sentry position." Qiao Yuanshan shouted without stopping, "I have something important to discuss with the captain!"

"Yes!" The soldier named Zhang Donglu said nothing, put his gun on his back and ran towards the direction where Ren Zhong and his men were coming from.

Qiao Yuanshan completed the rotation of sentry posts without stopping. The strict discipline of the New 1st Regiment opened Ren Zhong's eyes.

The two ran all the way to an ancestral hall in the mountain village, and Qiao Yuanshan stopped walking. Ren Zhong bent over and breathed hard before he finally recovered. Although it was only a little over 2 kilometer from post No. 1 to here, Ren Zhong had basically not had any proper exercise after graduating for more than a year, and his physical fitness was obviously far inferior to Qiao Yuanshan's.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ren, I've troubled you." Looking at Ren Zhong's expression, Qiao Yuanshan said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ren Zhong waved his hands and breathed heavily. "Where are the injured? I'll go check."

Along the way, Ren Zhong had thought about it and realized that no matter what, he had to play the role of a Mongolian doctor.

Otherwise it would be very difficult to gain a foothold in this world.

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

If he wasn't a soldier king traveling through time, he would be nothing in this world. If Qiao Yuanshan wanted to deal with him just now, he could have made him run 200 meters first, but it would have been useless.

From a pragmatic point of view, if he wants to survive, he must be valuable, and his value must be valuable enough to make Li Yunlong value him.

At this stage, there is no better identity than that of a doctor.

Even if he knew nothing about medicine, he had amoxicillin on him, which was a miracle anti-inflammatory drug in this era!

Qiao Yuanshan didn't have time to answer him. "Platoon Leader Qiao, why are you back?" The soldier standing guard at the ancestral hall asked curiously when he saw Qiao Yuanshan.

"Hu Zi, go find the commander quickly. I've found a doctor and anti-inflammatory drugs to treat Zhuzi and the others." Qiao Yuanshan shouted to the soldiers on guard.

After that, Qiao Yuanshan turned to Ren Zhong and said, "Mr. Ren, the seriously injured are all in the ancestral hall. Please come in."

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

This made Ren Zhong feel more and more that the halo of miracle doctor must be maintained.

Although he was not a medical student, Ren Zhong was a student of a key university in the new society, and he had some experience in treating patients. Compared with the doctors in his own time and space, these doctors were nothing compared to the doctors in this time and space, but for those who could read, they were serious doctors.

Entering the ancestral hall, it is actually a thatched shed surrounded by earth walls on three sides. Inside are plaques of the Zhao family’s ancestors and an incense burner on a tattered altar.

In addition, there were a dozen men lying side by side on a pile of hay.

At this moment, they all had sallow faces, cracked lips, and large patches of shocking purple-black bloodstains all over their bodies. They looked like they were no longer alive.

Ren Zhong was shocked.

This was the first time he had seen such a scene. These men, who were once full of energy, were now all dying and on the verge of death.

Ren Zhong walked to a seriously injured soldier, squatted down and touched his forehead. It was indeed burning hot. He had a high fever even in such a cold weather!

The stomach of this seriously injured soldier was tightly wrapped, but the bandages were completely soaked with blood. With the massive blood loss and infection and inflammation, it was a miracle that he could survive until now.

"Mr. Ren, this is a machine gunner from the 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion. He was shot in the stomach during the charge yesterday. He fought his way out despite the injury, but we got separated from the headquarters hospital and had no medicine to treat them. We only treated their wounds briefly and they became like this.

It's not just him, every brother here has a fever after being shot." Qiao Yuanshan walked to Ren Zhong and said.

Ren Zhong had heard that the Type 38 rifle would almost always cause penetrating wounds when hitting someone. If one was lucky and missed the vital parts, there would be no problem for a while, but the infection in the wound caused by the bullet passing through the body would be equally fatal to the wounded in that era.

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

After watching for a while, Ren Zhong was more or less confident that the reason these seriously injured soldiers were able to survive until now was that the gunshot wounds basically avoided the vital parts. As long as the inflammation problem of the wounds was solved, there was an 80% chance that they could save their lives.

"Platoon Leader Qiao, my anti-inflammatory medicine is very strong. It should be able to reduce inflammation and fever. However," Ren Zhong turned around and said seriously, "my anti-inflammatory medicine has a certain allergic effect. Some people may have an allergic reaction. I don't have the conditions to test their allergies now, so taking my anti-inflammatory medicine is life-threatening."

Ren Zhong knew the basic knowledge about penicillin, so he had to say it in advance.

If someone has an allergic reaction after eating it, they may die before the fever has time to go down.

After Ren Zhong finished speaking, he 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 give it a try." Before Qiao Yuanshan could reply, a weak voice beside him said.

"Zhu Zi, this..." Qiao Yuanshan turned around and said hesitantly, "Mr. Ren said there are some allergies. If you eat the wrong thing, then..."

"I'm not afraid. If I don't eat, I won't be able to survive for long. If I eat, I can still have a chance." said the seriously injured man.

Ren Zhong felt that he looked familiar, and he looked a bit like the artillery master Wang Chengzhu in the TV series. "Is this the mortar master Wang Chengzhu who killed Colonel Sakata?"

Ren Zhong asked.

"I dare not call myself a master, Mr. Ren. I, Wang Chengzhu, am just an ordinary artilleryman." The seriously injured
"Fuck, it's really the Cannon God Wang Chengzhu. Brother Zhuzi, it turns out it's really you." Ren Zhong blurted out something that made Wang Chengzhu confused, but he still understood the word Cannon God, which made Wang Chengzhu feel a little embarrassed.

Ren Zhong didn't care about all that. He couldn't help but get excited when he saw Wang Chengzhu alive. This was one of the people he could never forget and felt the most sorry for when watching the drama. He didn't expect that he was still alive. It was great.

God arranged for me to travel through time and space, and I must have come to save these heroes. I felt a sense of closeness. "Brother Zhuzi, my medicine is very effective in reducing inflammation, but the downside is what I just said, it is not suitable for everyone. Some people are allergic to it. So, if Brother Zhuzi is willing to try, I will reduce the dosage first."

Ren Zhong knew that in the current situation, he could only rely on gambling. If these seriously injured soldiers didn't eat, they would most likely not survive.

Their wounds are now too inflamed and must be treated immediately.

Perhaps reducing the dosage is an option.

Ren Zhong happened to know that the amoxicillin in his hand, one 1 mg pill, was about 250 units of penicillin. In his time and space, an ordinary adult had to take two pills to see the effect.

At this time and space, penicillin had not yet appeared, and the human body had no resistance to antibiotics at all, so lower the dosage and take half a pill first, or one-quarter of the normal dose. It should be effective, and if there is an allergic reaction, it should not be fatal.

Of course, this was just Ren Zhong's guess. He didn't know what dose of penicillin would be fatal if one was allergic to it.

Now we can only fight hard.

The current situation does not allow him to continue his research.

"Mr. Ren, don't call me the God of Artillery. I'm just an ordinary artilleryman." After hearing this, Wang Chengzhu's eyes lit up. Although Ren Zhong looked quite young, he was obviously a cultured man. Wang Chengzhu was excited to be recognized by Ren Zhong and to be saved.

"Come on, I'm willing to give it a try. Life and death are determined by fate. If anything goes wrong, it's not Mr. Ren's fault."

"Bring some water." Ren Zhong made up his mind. The room was full of seriously injured people, and if he didn't eat, he would be doomed.

Now, even if it means risking his life, Ren Zhong is determined to challenge the King of Hell!
Ren Zhong carefully divided a pill into two parts, helped Wang Chengzhu up and helped him take it with water.

When the other seriously injured soldiers nearby saw Wang Chengzhu eating it, they all clamored to try it.

Ren Zhong gritted his teeth and divided the medicine in his hand and helped them take it one by one.

10 minutes passed.

There was nothing abnormal about the seriously injured players on the field.

Ren Zhong kept checking their heartbeats and pulses one by one, and felt that there was indeed nothing wrong. It seemed that they had passed the allergy test.

Ren Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside to continue observing the situation. It would take several hours to see whether the medicine would be effective.

Just at this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard.

Qiao Yuanshan, who had been nervously watching the seriously injured soldiers, turned around and saw middle-aged soldiers with smoke all over their faces and gunpowder still on their bodies quickly following Hu Zi into the ancestral hall.

"Captain!" Qiao Yuanshan shouted.

Ren Zhong raised his head and saw that the gray-blue clothes of the man were also stained with blood, but it seemed that the blood was left by the Japanese soldiers' dying struggle.

This is Li Yunlong, the exact same Li Yunlong in the TV series.

This expression and appearance cannot be said to be exactly the same, but it can be said that there is no difference at all!
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