I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

On the afternoon of February 2, all the equipment, materials and tools of the pharmaceutical factory were moved up the mountain. Half of the Type 2 guns and shells were left behind, and the rest were distributed to the four regiments stationed abroad. Liu Kuang was very busy. Although the team had more than one hundred people, it was still not enough. The small steel-making equipment was not moved up the mountain because it consumed too much coal. They had to find a way to build a factory at the foot of the mountain. There were still a few days before the New Year, so Chen Feng decided to wait until after the New Year to discuss this matter.

On February 1940, 2, the beginning of spring, which was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of the thirty-ninth year of the lunar calendar, the atmosphere in the cave of the newly established Yimeng Pharmaceutical Factory was tense. As the equipment was running, a row of glass bottles as thick as little fingers were injected with medicine. High-temperature blowtorches began to heat them to melt the pointed tips, and after combing and cooling, they were considered finished products. The glass mouth melted, and the workers rolled it with a glass rod to seal it. The glass bottle was moved out of the heating position, cooled slightly, and the residue on it was knocked off, and a bottle of medicine was successfully packaged.

Chen Feng complained in his heart. Unlike the glass bottles seen for injections in later generations, the seal on top was not round and smooth. It was drooping and not very flat. In addition, some bottles might even prick your hands if you are not careful. However, with the current craftsmanship and technology, it is already excellent to be able to produce such a product.

Chen Feng packed ten bottles of potion into a box and left with them. Liu Kuang would handle all matters. A double PhD in physics and chemistry from Harvard University, he was always better than a half-baked person like himself.

Shen Honglie was drinking tea in the cave under the conference room. He knew that Mengshan had ordered a batch of equipment and arms from the Americans. The arms were mortars, which he had plenty of now. However, he had no idea what the equipment was used to produce. While drinking tea, Shen Honglie felt a little confused. He was called over by cold gun, saying that there was something good. There were still two days before the New Year, and the good things at this time must not be simple stuff.

Chen Feng entered the cave and gently put down the medicine box.

"Brother Shen, take it back and give it to the wounded to see how effective it is."

Shen Honglie extinguished his cigarette, opened the box, and a row of glass bottles came into view. It was not before he had seen potions, but such rough potions were rare.

"Brother, what the hell?"

"Penicillin was invented by me. It is used to reduce inflammation for seriously injured patients. It is three to five times more effective than sulfonamide. Do a skin test before use. By the way, do you have any seriously injured patients there?"

"There are plenty of them, they can only be used for the seriously injured? Did you produce this yourselves?"

Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took a comfortable puff, crossed his legs and introduced:

"We produced it. It just came off the production line. It's still warm. Don't break it. If it's broken, it can't be used. By the way, do you know about skin tests?"

Seeing Shen Honglie shook his head, Chen Feng continued his introduction.

"Draw a bottle and inject it on the wrist of the injured person. Don't inject too much. One bottle is enough for nine injured people. After half an hour, as long as there is no redness or swelling, no redness or small blisters, you can inject the injured person. It will take effect half an hour after the injection. If you like the effect, you can come to me to order more. Let me make it clear in advance! This thing is not cheap."

Shen Honglie grinned. Is he short of money? As long as the medicine is effective enough, money is the easiest problem to solve.

"Does it need to be kept confidential?"

"Yes, it must be kept confidential to the outside world, but can be revealed internally. I'm still waiting for Chongqing to send me money."

Shen Honglie's expression became serious. It seemed that this thing was really not cheap!

"Brother, tell me the truth, how many can you buy with one dollar?"

Chen Feng had already thought about it. When this thing was at its most expensive, it cost dozens of dollars and there was no market. Even if it gradually became popular in the future, one would cost five or six dollars, which would be fifteen or sixteen dollars. It would not be too much to wholesale it for two dollars! After all, if it was more expensive, ordinary soldiers would probably not be able to use it.

"I'll give you one dollar per stick, for your own use only. Others will cost two dollars per stick, no bargaining."

Shen Honglie was not surprised by the extremely high price. He knew about cold guns, and the more so, the better the effect of the medicine.

"I'll go back now. If it's okay, prepare 100,000 yuan for me. I'll ask them to send the money to me tomorrow."

"No! At most one thousand, and the delivery will be before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. There will be no more. But don't worry, brother. When the production increases, I will give you priority in stocking up."

The more he said this, the more itchy Shen Honglie felt. He didn't even bother to eat. He had to go back early to see the effect. Seeing Shen Honglie going down the mountain with the medicine box, Chen Feng hurriedly reminded him.

"Remember what I said, do a skin test, otherwise someone will die."

"Remember, brother, stay."

New Fourth Division, Shen Honglie went to the wounded soldiers' camp when he came back. The medical conditions were limited and many wounded soldiers were still on the verge of life and death. He asked his trusted special doctor to perform the operation, and selected nine basically hopeless wounded soldiers for skin tests. Seeing the serious look on the division commander's face, the doctor dared not ask anything. After understanding the method, he injected the medicine. Half an hour later, the skin test results were very good. The doctor looked down on these medicine bottles with crooked seals, but still completed the injection seriously.

Shen Honglie, like Qiao Biluo, also took a chair to look at the wounded. After half an hour, Shen Honglie was a little surprised. After an hour, Shen Honglie opened his eyes wide. This is not a potion, this is a magic pill! The doctor next to him was also shocked. As a professional, he understood the effect of the medicine better. The wounded's face calmed down, his breathing became stable, and the redness of the flushed skin gradually faded. What does this mean? The anti-inflammatory effect is too obvious!

"Guard"!

"arrive"!

"Take the special operations company to the logistics department to get 10,000 yuan, and go to Mengshan to hand it over to Leng Qiang. Wait in line to get medicine. Send back as much as you can every day. You will also wait there during the New Year. There are so many brothers in the wounded battalion. How many of them can survive depends on your performance. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Commander, I will ensure that the mission is accomplished."

Chen Feng smiled bitterly. A company of the New Fourth Division drove five trucks and stationed at the foot of the mountain. Shen Honglie's guard Zhang Yunshan gave him 10,000 yuan and ran away, saying that he was waiting for medicine at the foot of the mountain. He told Chen Feng not to worry and that he would not cause any trouble to Mengshan.

"Captain, secret message from the New Fourth Division."

Chen Feng took the envelope from Li Yunyan. It was sent by Shen Honglie. The nine seriously injured soldiers had shown obvious improvement. Not to mention one dollar per pill, even ten dollars would not be too expensive. As long as it did not delay Mengshan's own use, they would take as much as they could. The seriously injured soldiers in the battle of Qingdao were all in Mengshan, and the wounded soldiers in the battle of Lianyungang were all in Menglianggu. Some died, some recovered, and dozens were half-dead. Not only the seriously injured, but also the lightly injured sometimes had to have amputations because the inflammation could not be controlled. Shen Honglie's desire for penicillin even exceeded that for arms.

In the war-torn era, there was no need for extravagance in the New Year. They spent a quiet New Year in a plain manner. On the third day of the New Year, Chen Feng went to Pingyi, brought dozens of boxes of penicillin to the guard regiment, and met with Yang Qingfeng in Pingyi City.

Yang Qingfeng looked at the boxes of medicine in surprise. He had come a long way through the snow, thinking there was some war arrangement. What did it mean to send him a few boxes of medicine? He felt a little funny watching Leng Qiang who was trying hard to sell the medicine. He was not a rich man, so was it worth all this trouble?