Chapter 790: I'm Just Joking

“Captain, you can go back,” Zeng Yichuan said. “The army is so busy. There are still quite a lot of things to deal with.”

“It’s no problem,” Cheng Haidong said. “I’ve already asked for leave. We will go back together when your injury is almost healed.”

That evening, Cheng Haidong told Dr. Fan and Nurse Li they could return home.

“What about his injury?” Dr. Fan asked.

“It will be fine,” Cheng Haidong replied. “I have already spoken with Dr. Wang. Yichuan is out of danger. He now just needs some bed rest. He will be able to stand and walk in a few days.”

“Alright, we shall go back tomorrow,” Dr. Fan said.

They honestly did not want to stay. Although there were four big rooms, they had to use one for the kitchen, one for the patient, and one to take care of the female comrade.

He was a famous doctor and considered an expert, yet he had to sleep on the sofa in the living room. All of his receptions in the past had been high-level. When had he received such treatment before? Also, after he had fallen, along with Cheng Haidong’s words just now, he was a little angry. He knew it was not appropriate to retaliate. He could only endure it. At last, he could leave.

“I’ve already troubled you enough,” Cheng Haidong said. “When Yichuan’s injury has healed, we will visit you at your doorstep another day to thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Fan said. “It’s alright. It is my duty.”

He liked that sentence more.

“That’s settled,” Cheng Haidong said. “Tomorrow morning, I shall arrange for someone to take you back, along with the medical vehicle.”

Dr. Fan agreed with great pleasure since that was what he had hoped for.

The next day, Dr. Fan, Nurse Li, and two soldiers left the village. Only Cheng Haidong, Zeng Yichuan, and another soldier were left in the courtyard.

“Phew, I have finally left that place,” Nurse Li said as they drove away.

She had only spent two days in the mountain village, but she had enough. She had spent every day with a few old men and had mostly stayed in the room. There was nothing to entertain herself with. There wasn’t even Wi-Fi there. Since it was a mountain village, there were no places for her to visit or shop. It was incomparable with the metropolis where she worked and lived. The experience had bored her nearly to death.

“Director, how did Dr. Wang manage to save Zeng Yichuan?” she asked.

That question had been bothering her for days. When they had arrived, Zeng Yichuan was dying, and his life was hanging on the line. He looked ready to pass at any moment. After one day, his vital signs were stable thanks to Dr. Wang’s elixir. She couldn’t figure it out.

“It is probably because of the medicine he used,” Dr. Fan said. “It is such a pity.”

He thought, Cheng Haidong, that idiot, he doesn’t know what those medicines mean at all! It means a huge reputation, a high profit, and a chance to make a person prosper!

“I don’t understand why the young man is willing to live in such a small mountain village with such skills,” Nurse Li said.

The car was driving on a very narrow road. On the south side was a river. On the north side was farmland. Surrounding it all were hills. Lianshan County had a hilly terrain, but it also had some unique characteristics. Some people just couldn’t spot them.

“Director, what about those matters Captain Cheng told you?” Nurse Li asked.

“We must speak about it carefully,” Dr. Fan said.

He knew a little about Cheng Haidong’s conduct. Since he had already talked about it, if it were to be revealed, he would probably come back to cause some troubles. It was not to be doubted. Zeng Yichuan, who was injured, was not a kind-hearted person either.

“Oh,” Nurse Li obediently said.

Dr. Fan thought, She’s still too young and has not experienced the deep ends of life yet. She is easy to fool, but she might also accidentally say something. That would cause trouble, but the trouble would not be caused by me, right?

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The night in the mountain village was very quiet.

“It is so quiet,” Zeng Yichuan said, as he laid on the stone hearth.

This kind of quietness was different from the quietness of the army after the lights were off. It was more natural.

He closed his eyes and remembered all that had happened on the battlefield. He saw his comrades, who had died in front of his eyes, and felt the feeling of powerlessness in the face of the unknown enemy.

His breathing quickened. His eyes sharply opened. He thought, Even if I could go back on the battlefield again, would I be able to defeat those enemies?

He had asked himself this question before. The answer was always no.

This enemy had strangely fast speeds, terrible poisons, and equipment and training that were on par with them. The enemy was powerful.

His eyes suddenly brightened. He shouted, “Captain?”

Cheng Haidong came in and turned the lights on. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable or pain somewhere?”

“No, I was thinking about the armed forces,” Zeng Yichuan said. “If we were to fight with them again, what are the chances that we would win?”

“I have been thinking about that too,” Cheng Haidong replied. “If we were to fight again, with our existing capabilities and equipment, the result wouldn’t be much better than the last time. We understand and know about them, but they know and understand us. We have no way to take them down.”

Whenever he thought about this matter, he felt powerless.

“I wonder if we can buy more of the antidotes that Dr. Wang used to help me detoxify,” Zeng Yichuan said. “We could equip our team with it. When we carry out similar tasks in the future, we would be able to avoid the damage caused by poisoning.”

“I’ve thought about that,” Cheng Haidong said. “It’s just that Dr. Wang already promised not to charge any fees for your treatment. If I bring it up again, and he agrees, what should I do if he still won’t accept any payment?”

“Captain, you are thinking too much,” Zeng Yichuan said. “Even if he doesn’t want any payment, we have to ask this of him. This medicine is too important to our soldiers.”

“Have you ever thought about how to explain his situation to the team?” Cheng Haidong asked. “If this drug were to be introduced into our team, it must be tested by relevant professional institutions first. If it is appropriate and safe, it would then be equipped in batches. How should we do that? Ask Dr. Wang for a prescription? Is it necessary to ask him to sell us the drugs then? What if he is not willing to give it?”

Zeng Yichuan was silent. These questions needed to be considered. Wang Yao had magical medical skills but would rather stay in a small mountain village. He certainly would not want to have too much trouble. Once these things were known by certain people, it was highly possible that they would exert pressure on him in various ways. It would bring a lot of trouble to Dr. Wang. He had saved his life, so he couldn’t do it.

“We’ll do it by personal means,” Zeng Yichuan said. “If something goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility for it.”

“You? Why should you?” Cheng Haidong asked. “Let me think about it. Tomorrow, I’ll ask him what he thinks about it.”

Regarding this matter, they could be saying 1,000 things and be thinking of 10,000 questions. In the end, it depended on whether the other party would agree to it or not.

“Yes, sure,” Zeng Yichuan said.

“Alright, don’t think about these things anymore,” Cheng Haidong said. “Go to sleep and have a good rest. Your primary task at present is to recuperate.”

That night on the mountain, Su Zhixing called Wang Yao and asked, “Brother-in-law, how is that soldier?”

“He’s fine,” Wang Yao said.

“That’s good,” Su Zhixing said. “Is the antidote you gave me expensive?”

“Yes, of course, it is,” Wang Yao replied.

“Could it be mass-produced?” Su Zhixing asked.

“Mass-produced, of course not,” Wang Yao replied. “What do you want to do with it?”

“Ah, it’s like this. I want to equip our army with a batch of antidotes with this special effect,” Su Zhixing said. His idea and Zeng Yichuan’s were the same. “Just let me know the price.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t mass produce it,” Wang Yao said.

Although licorice roots were only inferior magic herbs, they needed a certain time to grow. Additionally, they could only be grown in the spirit gathering battle array arranged by Wang Yao on Nanshan Hill.

“Forget it then, even a small batch is fine!” Su Zhixing was obviously trying to be shameless.

“I can do up a small batch,” Wang Yao said. “I can give you a bottle a month.”