After feeding the Lilliputian Kingdom, I became rich through plane trading

Chapter 172: Not Enough Medicine

Yunzhen held his chin in his hand, thinking.

Afterwards, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down a few nouns, recording all the supplies that were lacking in the border garrison camps.

The scene changes again, this time to the infirmary.

Several military doctors were drying the medicinal materials, and there were several medicine boys beside them who were responsible for pounding, cutting, packaging and grinding the medicine.

A young military doctor came over and said to the old doctor in charge:
"We have run out of Panax notoginseng, Pollen Typhae and Rubia cordifolia for making hemostatic medicine, and the supplies from the imperial court have not been delivered yet. Should we go to the nearby towns to look for some?"

"If there is another war, there won't be enough medicine."

The old doctor stroked his gray beard, pondered for a moment, and said:
"The capital is collecting medicine everywhere. It will take at least two months to deliver it."

"Tomorrow we will send someone to Yuzhou City to look for it first. If we can't find it, we will look in places farther away."

"If it really doesn't work... we can only let the soldiers eat more. They will be stronger and it will be easier for them to get through it."

These days, we can’t even grow food, let alone medicinal herbs.

Many mountains in the north are withered in large areas, it is difficult to find a few weeds, and many herbalists have no harvest.

There was no medicine to sell in the pharmacy, and there was the threat of war outside the pass, making it even more difficult to buy medicine.

The young military doctor sighed, and was helpless in the situation.

I looked up and saw the smoke rising from the kitchen in the distance. I thought of the sumptuous breakfast I had that morning and smacked my lips as I savored it:

"The Yun family's guardian deity is truly amazing. The food he gave me is still unforgettable."

"The breakfast the chef prepared this morning was also very good. I heard that the seasonings were sent by the gods."

"If it's medicinal materials, it can also..."

The old doctor frowned and rebuked him sternly:

"Don't be greedy!"

"The Yun family's guardian god gave us so much clean water and food, who knows how much mana he consumed."

"To ask for too much is to repay kindness with evil! Do not let down the kindness of the gods, or else no one will be willing to help you when you are in dire straits in the future!"

The young military doctor was reprimanded and lowered his head in shame.

The old doctor relaxed his expression upon seeing this.

"Besides, the gods can't always protect us. When we encounter difficulties, we still have to find a way out ourselves and don't put all our hopes on others."

The young military doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bowed.

"Disciples are taught."

Yun Zhen, who was standing in front of the bookcase, nodded and expressed his admiration for the Yun family army's military discipline.

As long as the person in charge is rational and sober, the entire team will not be too bad.

She opened the group call and asked them:
"What herbs do you need? Please make a list for me and I will deliver it to you in a few days."

The sudden sound startled several military doctors and pharmacists.

After reacting, the old doctor confirmed to her excitedly:

"Are you willing to give us the medicinal herbs? This is the reserve of medicine for 50,000 soldiers. Isn't it too much?"

Yun Zhen smiled and said, "It's okay. Even if it's for ten million people, I can afford it."

If there are too many people, they will be given enlarged versions of the medicinal materials, just like in the apocalyptic dimension.

Compared with the tens of millions of people in Beijing and Tianjin, the demand for 50,000 people is still easy to prepare.

Upon hearing this, the sadness and worry on the brows of several military doctors instantly disappeared.

The old doctor was so happy that he kept thanking her.

"I am so grateful! You have been so kind to us and have done so many great deeds. I will tell everyone so that all the soldiers can burn incense and offer sacrifices to you!"

Yun Zhen declined reluctantly: "No, I don't have a statue in the human world, and I don't rely on incense, candles, or paper money for my practice." "I just hope that you can all live well, that is my greatest merit."

The old doctor was so moved by these words that his eyes turned red. He wiped away his tears and said with emotion:

"I can see the true God appear in the world before I get old. This life is worth it!"

"You are the most merciful god in the world. I will make a statue for you when I return."

It's not a bad thing when people who have been helped are willing to give back.

Knowing how to repay kindness is a virtue, and Yunzhen will not destroy it, nor will he let the little humans develop bad habits of only knowing how to ask for things and not knowing how to be grateful.

She didn't say no again, but took the initiative to change the way she expressed her gratitude.

"No need for the statue. Could you please give me two copies of the medical book?"

"There are still many people suffering from diseases in the places I have been to. If you can promote your medical skills, perhaps you can save more people."

The old doctor agreed readily.

Two medicine boys were immediately transferred to copy the books.

All the treasured medical books were also taken out. In addition to the classic masterpieces handed down from ancient times such as "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" and "Golden Chamber", there were also some of the old doctor's own medical experience, as well as detailed medical records recorded when treating patients over the years.

Yun Zhen heard the wounded wailing in the tent, and a medicine boy was busy taking care of a patient with a high fever.

She thought about it and asked the system: "Can I send them alcohol?"

The system said: [No, if you need to give disinfectant drugs as a gift, you can choose white wine. ]

The birth of liquor can be traced back to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which has a history of more than 1800 years.

The production of liquor in all dynasties was very low. Due to the limitations of grain production and brewing conditions, it was impossible to produce on a large scale.

Giving her liquor was the most reasonable choice. Even if she gave a little more, these ancient people would not feel strange because they regarded her as a trustworthy god.

Yunzhen asked again: "Then can we dissolve the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs in water and give them to them?"

System: [Yes, but not too often, so as not to make the ancients dependent on modern medicines.]

Yunzhen went downstairs to get a mortar and a few boxes of medicine.

Grind the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs into powder, dissolve them in warm water and stir evenly.

There were two small bowls in total, and they were not shrunk and were placed directly in the bookcase.

"This is a medicine for reducing fever, and the other one is for reducing swelling and removing pus. Remember to stir it evenly when taking it. Just drink one bowl a day."

The old doctor looked at the "big basin" of water that was clear but slightly turbid, and without any doubt, he directly ordered people to take it out with a spoon and medicine bowl, and feed it to the patients who needed to reduce fever and inflammation.

Yun Zhen’s previous feat of distributing food supplies to 50,000 troops was too shocking. Now everyone in the Yun family army respects her very much and believes in what she says.

They did not regard this water as an ordinary medicine, but called it the "water of immortality" from the fairyland.

After the patient took the medicine, several military doctors carefully observed and recorded it.

The anti-inflammatory effect is not very obvious, but the high fever is quickly reduced.

The military doctors exclaimed it was miraculous and were even more amazed at the Patronus's abilities.

Yunzhen went to the warehouse to count the supplies, and after finishing, he placed orders for a lot of new things using his mobile phone.

The three-story building where she lives is now almost turned into a department store.

Every room was filled with all kinds of supplies, including food, clothing, food, housing and transportation. The amount of stockpiled goods was comparable to that of the protagonist in a post-apocalyptic novel.

Sometimes when my parents see this, they would ask about it speechlessly but curiously.

Yunzhen just said that these were all writing materials and muddled the issue vaguely.

Her father was skeptical and even teased her, "You have too much material for writing."

(End of this chapter)