Fighter of the Destiny

The conversation between Anwar and the priest by the window was not loud, but the room was so quiet that people still heard it clearly, and then they all had their own thoughts.

If that person reveals his identity, he will definitely get unimaginable benefits from planting elixirs, which definitely means not only wealth, but more importantly, power. But it was obvious that that person had no idea about this from beginning to end. Why? Is it because you want to ensure your own sense of mystery, or is it for safety?

Anwar still doesn't understand why neither the imperial court nor the state religion can find out who that person is. Is this medicine called cinnabar pill the jade syrup that fell from the Kingdom of God? You must know that since the elixirs are delivered to various military offices on time every once in a while, many clues will inevitably be left, such as who is responsible for delivering the medicines.

Wenshui Tang family. The priest knew what she was thinking and said, Those who deliver the medicine and are responsible for distributing the medicine are all members of the Tang family.

The medical clinic is on the widest and straightest street of Songshan Military Mansion. Opposite is the military headquarters and behind it is an inn on Meihan Road. That inn is the most famous inn in this military town and also has the most favorable conditions. There are extremely frequent people coming and going every day, but many people don't know that the most expensive suite in the inn is only separated from the Holy Medical Center by a wall.

A middle-aged man sat on the Taishi chair, silent and a bit gloomy. This does not represent his mood at this time, but too many affairs consume too much of his mind on weekdays. This man's clothes are very simple. , but the materials are very good, the nobility is hidden, and he should be a businessman.

The sound there became extremely weak after passing through the wall, making it difficult for even the thieves with the best hearing to hear clearly. But he lowered his head and listened very carefully. It seemed that he could hear the details of all the conversations there. From this detail, it could be vaguely seen that this person's spiritual realm was very extraordinary and he was most likely a real master.

The conversation in the Holy Medical Center continues.

An older medical officer said: This is something that everyone on the front line is very concerned about, so people have been secretly investigating. Now it can be confirmed that the Tang family in Wenshui is only responsible for the transportation and distribution of cinnabar pills, not the cinnabar pills. Even we believe that the Wenshui Tang family doesn’t know who the real owner is.”

This sounds unbelievable, but it is probably true. At the beginning, people were more concerned about how the Tang family in Wenshui would distribute the medicine.

What is the most precious thing in the world? Of course it is a life that cannot be repeated. Drugs that can save lives are naturally treasures that everyone wants to obtain.

Having the power to distribute drugs is tantamount to having the power to control the lives and deaths of many people.

This kind of power is very scary, but also a very heavy responsibility.

Giving this power to others to implement, from another perspective, is actually shirking responsibility, which can also be said to be irresponsible.

In Anwar's opinion, the person who can make Cinnabar Pill must be kind-hearted and caring about the common people, and he will definitely not be like this.

That person did not completely hand over his power to the Tang family. He had already set many rules in advance. The priest looked at her and smiled and said: First of all, it is strictly forbidden to trace his identity and ask where the name Cinnabar Pill came from. , and it is strictly prohibited to analyze the ingredients of drugs.”

Only then did Anwar understand why when he said that the state religion and the imperial court should imitate it, the room and outside would become so quiet, and people would look at him so strangely. It turned out that this was a rule that the person had set in advance, or in other words, it was a taboo of Cinnabar Pill.

So how to distribute it? How to allocate Cinnabar Pill to more than ten military mansions is not difficult. She is not good at this aspect. She can also roughly think that the distribution method should be based on the number of soldiers in each military mansion. This method is the simplest and fairest. Really The difficulty lies in how to assign them to specific injured persons.

Songshan Military Mansion is the larger one among the more than ten military mansions on the front line. It only receives six pills at most every month, and only two pills at the lowest month. Even when the war is at its most stable, there are no big pills. In the month when the battle took place, at least a hundred people were seriously injured and faced death.

The wounded who can be cured by the Holy Light Technique and the medical officer will not be given to them. No matter how serious the injury is, even if a leg or arm is broken, as long as they are alive, we will not give it to them. The elderly medical officer introduced: Who can I give Cinnabar Pill to? Whoever, regardless of age, position, or family status, will provide the clergy first, and the division second.

Anwar soon figured out why the distribution was like this.

The priests on the front line can more or less use the Holy Light Technique. Saving a priest with a cinnabar pill means that more people can be saved in the future. Formation masters shoulder the most important tasks on the battlefield, are under the greatest pressure, have extremely high casualty rates, and are highly respected. Ranking second is acceptable.

The priest continued: Next, it depends on the state of the injured person and the severity of his injuries. The higher the state and the more serious the injury, the higher up the sequence will be.

Anhua didn't understand why it was easier for a cultivator with a higher level to obtain cinnabar pills.

The general suddenly said expressionlessly: Because this is war, rescuing a strong man is more meaningful to the human race than rescuing an ordinary person.

From a purely rational perspective, this sentence certainly makes sense, but... aren't all lives equal?

Regardless of position, family status, or age, is there still distinction between high and low?

Anhua suddenly felt a little cold.

An angry voice rang outside the door: This is not fair! Don't the lives of ordinary people like us mean life?

A wounded soldier in the Holy Medical Hall came outside the threshold at some point. He had a crutch under his arm and his trousers were light. He must have broken his leg on the battlefield.

Obviously, this wounded soldier's angry accusations had appeared more than once in Songshan Military Mansion and other places.

No one paid attention to the wounded soldier. The room was very quiet. Even Anwar did not speak and just lowered his head silently.

The reality is cruel. The man did seem very indifferent to the method of distributing cinnabar pill, but no one can deny that this is correct.

Then...who will judge the priority of injuries? Anhua raised his head and looked at the priest and asked.

Obviously, this is the really important question and the really troublesome question.

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(This chapter is from 1912, continuing to make up for the shortfall of repeated updates that day.)