Traveling through the sword to engage in military industry

"Old Liu, this is a new anti-inflammatory drug we found, called Amoxicillin. Find two wounded soldiers with infections and fever, divide this pill in half and give it to them. Observe the effects carefully. It's said that the fever will break in 1 to 2 hours.

If the effect is really good, please keep the drug information confidential."

Zhang Wanhe went directly to Dean Liu at the General Hospital. For him, even if he was swamped with a thousand things and couldn't spare the time, nothing was more important than this drug.

"Old Zhang, what kind of medicine is so magical? We use sulfonamides to reduce fever, which is already the best medicine, and it's still hard to say it will work in 1 hour." Dean Liu was obviously a little skeptical. The effect of this drug challenged his medical knowledge.

"Could it be another unscrupulous businessman promoting and deliberately exaggerating the efficacy?"

"Old Liu, stop dawdling and quickly arrange the experiment.

This medicine was brought by Li Yunlong. That kid is cunning; who can easily deceive him?

He has already tested it in the New First Regiment. More than a dozen seriously wounded soldiers with high fevers took this anti-inflammatory drug, and almost all of them had their fevers broken in a little over 1 hour. Li Yunlong wouldn't joke with me about this kind of thing. Quickly arrange the experiment. If the effect is confirmed, I will try to get a batch for your hospital. This way, the cure rate for our seriously infected wounded soldiers will be greatly improved." Zhang Wanhe said solemnly to Dean Liu.

"So that's how it is, Old Zhang, I'll arrange it immediately!" Dean Liu, who had been somewhat neglectful, perked up.

Although the efficacy of the drug sounded like a fantasy, it could be verified in just over an hour. Dean Liu didn't need to waste any more time arguing with Zhang Wanhe.

An hour later.

Watching the two seriously wounded soldiers with high fevers return to normal body temperature.

Dean Liu stared at Zhang Wanhe in astonishment.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, this medicine is really amazing! I have never heard of a medicine that reduces fever so quickly. Quick, take me to see the person who sells this medicine. I want to ask where this medicine is produced and what the principle is!" After Dean Liu recovered, he grabbed Zhang Wanhe's hand anxiously.

Zhang Wanhe, who had watched the entire experiment, was shocked by the miraculous result, even though Li Yunlong had told him about the efficacy.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Old Liu, we have to discuss this matter carefully." Zhang Wanhe, after all, had seen a lot and quickly calmed down.

The drug channel brought by Li Yunlong was now crucial to the General Hospital. Now, they had to figure out how to stabilize this channel!

Funding, supply, transportation—Zhang Wanhe had to consider everything carefully.

Clothing Factory.

After handing the Amoxicillin capsules to Zhang Wanhe, Li Yunlong returned to the clothing factory and began to learn how to operate a sewing machine in a methodical manner.

By the time Ren Zhong returned, Li Yunlong could basically operate the sewing machine relatively freely.

Ren Zhong looked at Li Yunlong, who was studying seriously, and couldn't help but shake his head and say to him.

"Old Li, it's a bit of a waste to have a tiger general like you doing embroidery work. Come out here, I have an idea to discuss with you that's guaranteed to be much more meaningful than your embroidery!"

"Oh, it's Old Brother Ren. Old Li is about to learn how to make clothes. If there's no more war in the future, Old Li can also be a tailor. Look how solid this skill is." Li Yunlong said with a smile, reluctant to leave.

"Hey, Old Li, just do a little bit. Are you here for military-civilian dual-use technology training? I really have something important to talk to you about. If you do this well, you might be able to leave the clothing factory and return to the front lines." Ren Zhong shouted louder.

"What's the matter that's so urgent? Hey, Old Brother Ren, let me tell you, about that anti-inflammatory medicine, I've already told Zhang Wanhe. How much can you actually provide to the General Hospital now? Don't tell me you have nothing. I think you've probably set up an ambush for me and kept some inventory near our base, right?" Li Yunlong said as he got up and walked over.

A face full of wrinkles revealed a knowing look, as if he had seen through everything long ago.

"Hehe, you really can't hide anything from you, Old Li." Ren Zhong was secretly delighted, he liked Li Yunlong's ability to fill in the blanks himself, which saved him the trouble of explaining the source.

"I brought a little this time, not much, about 300 pills, enough for one or two hundred seriously wounded soldiers."

"Haha, that's about right." Li Yunlong said with great joy, "Now Zhang Wanhe will definitely ask me for a drink. This is a great achievement. With this batch of anti-inflammatory drugs, how many of our comrades can survive and fight the Japanese devils."

"Zhang Wanhe will probably talk to you in person about the medicine soon. I won't get involved in this matter. You can negotiate the price with Zhang Wanhe. Let's make it clear first, our base is as poor as a beggar. You have to give your old brother a fair price, make it a little cheaper."

"Tell me, what other ideas do you have to tell Old Li?"

Seeing that Li Yunlong took so long to get to the point, Ren Zhong said mysteriously to Li Yunlong, "What do you think about our clothing factory making its own propellant for bullets?"

"What?" Li Yunlong almost couldn't believe his ears.

"Old Brother Ren, after listening for so long, Old Li understands. You know this yourself and want to use Old Li's clothing factory to produce this propellant, right?" Li Yunlong understood immediately.

"That's right, I do know it." Ren Zhong didn't deny it. He had worked so hard to check the information in the main world for so long, and even took the trouble to print out the key points of the process in traditional Chinese characters. If he didn't help Li Yunlong set up this nitrocellulose production line, it would be a waste.

"How about it? Are you interested in doing it?"

"Of course, I want to do it!" Li Yunlong said decisively. Compared to medicine, weapons and ammunition were more attractive to Li Yunlong!

Even if it was just propellant, it was still an extremely important thing for the base area, which was currently in desperate need of weapons and ammunition.

"Okay, since we're going to do it, I can provide the technology. Old Li, find a few educated people who can read from the headquarters. I can pass this technology on to them and work together to get this propellant production up and running."

"No problem, I'll take care of finding educated gentlemen. If we can really make propellant, Old Li will definitely pull a few gentlemen over for you. Old Li has some face with the headquarters. It's no problem to find Zhang Wanhe or the Chief of Staff." Li Yunlong said with a sly smile in his eyes.

"However, Old Brother Ren, how confident are you in doing this? Before we succeed, let's not make a fuss. Let's surprise everyone when we succeed."

Li Yunlong wasn't a fool who would believe everything he heard.

"Rest assured, Old Li, this will be 100% successful." Ren Zhong said confidently.

He was kidding. He had the support of new world technology that was nearly a hundred years ahead of the Bright Sword world. Even if Ren Zhong was a liberal arts student who had never operated it himself, he would definitely be able to find the corresponding technology to replicate nitrocellulose in this world.

"That's settled then, hahaha, when Old Li turns the clothing factory into an arsenal, I'll see if the Commander will let me go back to the front lines." Li Yunlong smiled with a face full of wrinkles.