Scholars in the courtyard

Peninsula Hospital, late afternoon.

Lao Zhanzi sat on a chair and smoked a cigarette, with a tangled expression.

Lao Zhu and Lao Hu on the side were smiling secretly, but Dean Wang, who was arranging tasks, was serious.

“According to feedback from pharmaceutical manufacturers, this ‘Qiongjiangyulu’ has very good curative effects in practice.”

Speaking of this, Dean Wang raised his head and glanced at the three of them, and finally fell on Lao Zhanzi, his face looking unnatural for a moment.

When their hospital received the samples from the pharmaceutical factory, it was Lao Ganzi who was responsible for receiving them.

At that time, Lao Ganzi didn't believe it when he heard about the effect of this medicinal wine.

He has also seen Chinese medicines that nourish yin and yang, and even many Chinese medicines have this effect.

But those require a process, and many drugs themselves have serious side effects and are very harmful to the human body.

And this medicinal wine is said to have very few side effects.

No, it should be that the greater the side effects, the better the effect.

After hearing this, of course he didn't believe it.

I discussed this with Lao Zhu and the others and felt that this was a bit exaggerated.

Even if you want to make money abroad, you have to do what you can, and you can't ruin your reputation for money.

During this period, the system of traditional Chinese medicine has just been recognized by foreign countries. If something like this happens again, it will be a slap in the face.

Therefore, among the three, only Lao Hu, the head of the medical station who was born in a machinery factory, insisted on his opinion and believed that the pharmaceutical factory would not make a joke about this.

More importantly, they knew that the recipe for this medicinal wine was made by Yang Xiaotao.

That's it.

The three of them discussed the medicine and wine endlessly, but no one could tell the difference.

In addition, the three of them are the first batch of eighth-level Chinese medicine doctors after the restructuring of Chinese medicine. No one is lower than the other in terms of reputation and rank, and no one can convince anyone.

In the end, Lao Hu directly used his trump card and shouted to Lao Zhanzi, since you think it doesn't work, just try it yourself.

The old man actually drank it when he heard it.

Anyway, at his old age, he no longer has that need.

Besides, in recent years, it has been used more as an excretory organ.

Ever since, under the instigation of Lao Hu and Lao Zhu, Lao Ganzi drank a pack of medicinal wine.

And for better proof, Lao Zhanzi drank two packs this time.

A pack of 200 milliliters is equivalent to four taels of white wine.

After two packs, the alcohol used in the pharmaceutical factory, although not high in alcohol content, was still around 30 to 40 degrees. The old man finished two packs in a row before stopping.

Then.

Under the gaze of Lao Zhu and Lao Hu, Lao Ganzi felt a little hot in his body in about ten minutes. Considering his drinking capacity, these four taels of white wine were nothing.

But the side effects just happened.

That night, he was laughed at by Lao Zhu and Lao Hu for a while.

Especially Lao Hu, he almost didn't publicize his good deeds.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity and quickly promised the benefits of two packs of cigarettes, the entire Chinese medicine hospital would probably know about it.

Of course, now there is one more person who knows.

"Old Wang, just keep talking and always watch what I do."

The old man was not afraid of Dean Wang at all.

Both of them are deans, both are eighth-level Chinese medicine doctors, and both are equally outstanding. Why are they afraid of him?

"Old man, you still don't know what I'm looking at?"

"I think if you go back to Sijiu City, you might have to give Niu Niu a little uncle."

Dean Wang joked seriously.

Lao Zhu and Lao Hu immediately laughed and looked at Lao Ganzi with very proud eyes.

They can talk about this for the rest of their lives.

"Damn, you guys are so cruel."

The old man snorted coldly, then put the pipe and pot away and looked at the three of them with disdain.

"Laugh, hum."

"Everyone is jealous of my ability. If it were left to you, it would be useless to drink more than ten packs."

At the end of the sentence, the old man raised his head unconsciously, feeling very proud.

"Come on, old man, I think you just want to drag us into the water so you can find a partner for yourself, so we won't be fooled."

Lao Zhu immediately opened his mouth to expose the other party's plan.

"Bah, you're the only one looking for a companion. I wonder if you can use it."

"Hey, it's useless no matter how much you say."

Lao Hu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and he knew from the brand that they were not from China.

Lao Zhu took two from the side and handed one to Dean Wang, "We won't be fooled."

The old man's tooth hurt when he saw the anger, so he picked up the cigarette rod and continued to press tobacco into it.

"Okay, let's talk about the mission first."

Dean Wang saw that the heat was almost ready, so he prepared to arrange tasks.

"Our main purpose this time is to cooperate with the pharmaceutical factory in 'acting'. You usually know more people on the front line. You also meet a lot of people, so the goal is determined by you."

"After confirming it, I will think of a reason to give the medicinal wine to them to make a name for myself."

As soon as Dean Wang finished speaking, Lao Zhanzi knocked on the table with his pipe pole and said, "Why don't you give me a gift? No."

"Our magical medicinal wine will drop in price a lot if we give it away."

"Sell, you have to sell. And the more expensive it is, the better. People like them who are afraid of death don't take money seriously."

After Lao Zhuzi finished speaking, Lao Hu agreed very much.

"Things that are cheap are looked down upon by others."

"The better things are, the more expensive they are."

Lao Zhu also expressed his opinions.

After hearing this, Dean Wang asked helplessly, "It's just for sale. What's the appropriate price?"

The three of them looked at each other, and finally the old man said, "Such a good wine. Sell it, sell it for ten yuan a bag, it's not too much."

The next morning.

The wind from the peninsula blew from the sea, bringing humid air, and at the same time, it also made the sound of the trumpet more heavy.

Through the thick water vapor, the trumpet sounded on time in the military camp outside the peninsula hospital.

Accompanied by the sound of the trumpet, waves of slogans came out.

The sound of running exercises came out again in the military camp.

People living around felt fresh at first, and there would be people watching around in the morning.

Looking at the square formation of four people in a row, running neatly.

Shock, excitement and pride.

But now, everyone is used to it.

Of course, this kind of habit is not the kind of ignoring, but a habit.

Many people are used to hearing the trumpet to get up and start a day's work.

Many people can't sleep at night without hearing the trumpet.

And this is just a superficial change.

More people have changed from the bottom of their hearts.

Under the rule of the Portuguese, the older people still have a red heart and remember their roots.

And those newly born young people, on the mother's land in this courtyard, are full of unfamiliarity with their mother.

But since the Peninsula Hospital appeared, since the stationed troops appeared here.

The most intuitive feeling of these young people is that they are safe.

Every day, hearing the shouts of the team running exercises, the posture of being undeterred by wind and rain, and the majestic and unyielding attitude of enforcing the law impartially in the face of foreigners, as well as the care for their own people, all make these wanderers who "lack motherly love" feel warm in their hearts.

For the first time, they felt the support from their mothers, which made them unconsciously straighten their spines while walking.

The people on the island also became confident, and they no longer had the original respect for those so-called high noses.

Of course, the Portuguese just wanted to slap themselves twice for this. Why did they get so obsessed in the first place?

At first, they did make a lot of money using the Peninsula Hospital, not only here, but also in their hometown because of cheap disinfectants.

But it is just as the saying goes, the development of things is two-sided.

In Chinese words, it is easier to invite gods than to send them away.

Besides, this land originally belonged to others.

The Portuguese tried to eliminate the influence of the Peninsula Hospital and tried to regain sovereignty.

Unfortunately, the development of things has now gone beyond their control.

This is also the reason why they cooperated with Smith and others from the United States.

The rise of the great power in the East is not something that a small country like them can look down upon.

Even if a war breaks out, they are still cannon fodder.

In addition to losing more, there is no benefit.

In the garrison, the team came to the playground to gather after running morning exercises, and then a bright red flag slowly rose in a march.

This is done every day, without fail.

And this ceremony has become a sacred existence in the eyes of the people around.

Everything is over, each unit takes it back, patrols, guards, and follows the order.

Command Center

Han Xuanfeng returned to the house after the ceremony, took a towel to wipe his face, and then went to the war room next door without eating.

At this moment, two staff officers were fiddling with a sand table with small flags on it, with two colors intertwined.

Because it is relatively close to Annan, and there are all kinds of people here, some information can be quickly obtained and then reflected on the sand table.

"Chief, this is yesterday's intelligence, which has been put up."

"The north has begun to shrink its defense and retreated more than 30 kilometers. At this moment, it is relying on this mountain for defense."

A staff officer began to explain with a command pole. Han Xuanfeng threw the towel to the guard beside him, with a little confusion on his thin face.

The staff officer said nothing more. Similar scenes are played here all day long.

Of course, they are definitely not the only ones in the country who have such a situation.

It's just that they are relatively close.

Han Xuanfeng looked at the latest war dynamics, then turned around twice, frowning even more.

"I remember that they built a defense line here. How long did it last?"

Han Xuanfeng pointed to the place occupied by the small blue flags and asked.

The staff officer quickly picked up the information and looked through it, "Chief, two days."

"Because our news is not timely, it will be about two days."

"Two days?"

Han Xuanfeng took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly, "Too deliberate, such an obvious lure to the enemy deep, do you really think the enemy will not see it?"

He came to the side of the small red flag and stretched out his hand to press the small red flag, "If it goes as expected, the commander in the north wants to lure the enemy deep, and then use superior firepower to attack the other side, and re-enact the previous counterattack."

"From a strategic point of view, this kind of killing of the enemy's living forces is correct."

"But this tactic is too crude."

"Even if our battalion commander goes there, he can't do this job."

Han Xuanfeng threw the small flag aside, and then looked at the area behind the mountain, "Just watch, they can't hold this area."

Several staff officers looked at each other, but they knew how powerful their leader was.

He really didn't make mistakes in his judgment of the war.

"Chief, if that's the case, should we remind them?"

Han Xuanfeng rolled his eyes, "Your news is from yesterday, do you think it's too late?"

"I guess now"

Han Xuanfeng didn't say much, but felt sorry in his heart. There were so many good things provided, and it was estimated that there would not be much left this time.

Fortunately, it was not free support.

I made a lot of money.

I felt a little relieved, and then I heard footsteps outside.

"Chief, Secretary Tang is here."

As the guard's voice sounded, Han Xuanfeng looked at the sand table again, then picked up his hat and put it on, and went out of the sand table room.

"Secretary Tang."

After Han Xuanfeng came out, he saw Tang Mingyue wearing glasses sitting on a chair beside him, and hurried forward to greet him.

Others may not know Tang Mingyue's identity, but how could he not know?

Even some secret information was clear.

I just didn't know who the father of the child was.

Of course, these were not what he should ask.

"Hello, Chief Han."

Tang Mingyue stood up, smiled and nodded, "I came early this time, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Not early, not early."

Han Xuanfeng smiled, and then the two sat aside.

"What instructions does the commander have this time? Do you have to come here specially?"

Han Xuanfeng asked as soon as he sat down. His military style made him accustomed to being straightforward and without courtesy.

Tang Mingyue was also accustomed to the other party's style, so he explained his intention.

"The medicinal wine of Sijiu City has been prepared properly. The commander asked me to cooperate with you to launch a disruptive operation."

Han Xuanfeng's eyes lit up.

"Disruptive operation? Start now?"

Tang Mingyue gathered the hair beside her ears and said solemnly, "Yes, the current situation is very unfavorable to us. The other party has begun to tighten the shackles. If we don't take action again, we will have no chance."

Han Xuanfeng nodded.

"Okay, I will fully cooperate with you here. If you need anything, just ask."

"Okay!"