Peninsula Hospital, evening.

The old man was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette, with a tangled look on his face.

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 'Qiongjiang Yulu' 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 Gangzi who was responsible for receiving them.

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

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 the sake of money.

At this time, 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 of them, 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 this a joke.

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

That's it.

The three of them discussed endlessly about medicinal wine, 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 in reputation than the other in rank, and no one can convince anyone.

Finally, 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 age, he no longer needs that aspect.

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 packet of medicinal wine.

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

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

After two packs, the alcohol used in the pharmaceutical factory, although not high in alcohol content, was still around thirty or forty 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 a lot by Lao Zhu and Lao Hu.

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 that 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 just need to find 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."

Seeing that the fire was almost ready, Dean Wang was ready 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 and meet more people, so the goal is determined by you."

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

After Lao Zhuangzi 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, "If you want to sell it, what's the right price?"

The three of them looked at each other, and finally Lao Ganzi said, "Selling such a good wine for ten yuan a bag is not too much."

The next morning.

The wind from the peninsula blows from the sea, bringing moist air, and at the same time, it also makes the sound of the trumpet a little heavier.

Through the thick water vapor, the horn sounded on time in the military camp outside the Peninsula Hospital.

Along with the sound of the horn, a wave of slogans came out.

The sound of running exercises could be heard again in the military camp.

People living around felt it was new at first, and there were still people watching around in the morning.

Look at the phalanx of four people running in a row.

Shocked, excited and proud.

But now, everyone is used to it.

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

Many people are used to getting up and starting the day's work to the sound of trumpets.

Many people cannot sleep without hearing the sound of the trumpet at night.

And this is only a superficial change.

More people have changed from deep within.

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

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

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

The most intuitive feeling for young people like them is that they are safe.

Every day I hear the shouts of the team running for exercise, their attitude in all weathers, their unyielding attitude towards enforcing the law impartially in the face of foreigners, and their care for their own people, which warms the hearts of these wanderers who "lack maternal love"

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To be continued...