Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Lao Xiang, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Are you planning to rebel? I listened to the bombings all night long and finally fell asleep, but you woke me up again!" The man kept complaining as he led people into the house.

After entering the room, Jiang Jiyun could see the appearance of the person clearly under the light.

The man in front of me was unkempt, his hair was a mess like a chicken coop, and his face was covered with beard, so I couldn't see his appearance at all.

Zhang An got straight to the point and asked, "Doctor Jiang, we heard from Uncle Xiang that you are a skilled doctor and can perform various difficult surgeries. So, I'd like to ask, if we want you to help with the surgery, what conditions must be met?"

Hearing this, the man first glanced at Zhang An, then turned to look at Junshan and asked with a somewhat suspicious tone: "Old Xiang, is this person you brought here reliable?"

Xiang Jun'an's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't tell anyone about his niece. He just hurriedly explained, "Xiao He, don't worry, they're absolutely reliable! If it weren't for them, my daughter and grandson would have been in danger tonight. My daughter Shuzhen might have died!"

After hearing what Xiang Jun'an said, Dr. Jiang felt a little relieved, and then said to Zhang An, "How about this, if you can find me a hundred-year-old ginseng, I will agree to help your people with the surgery."

"what?"

"Ginseng?"

"Are you sure you want a hundred years?"

Xiang Jun'an, Zhang An and Jiang Jiyun asked the question almost in unison.

Doctor Jiang smiled and nodded slightly, answering affirmatively, "Yes, the ginseng I need must be at least a hundred years old."

Zhang An's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that there was a place in Xiaoyun's space specially used for growing herbs, and there seemed to be ginseng there.

However, he knew nothing about the specific year of these ginseng.

Jiang Jiyun nodded silently. She recalled the ginseng she had used to help her masters make Yangrong Pills. Those were the smallest ginseng roots carefully selected from among many ginsengs.

When they were dug out of the soil, it was roughly estimated that they were about eighty or ninety years old.

Now, these ginsengs have been growing in the land in space for such a long time, so they must be more than a hundred years old now.

"Xiao He!" Xiang Jun'an sighed helplessly, "At this time, century-old ginseng is extremely precious and rare. It's a treasure that can save lives! Where are you going to ask them to find such a precious herb?"

He thought secretly in his heart that his family was a century-old family after all, and there were indeed some life-saving items in the house, but those were not here, but stored in the basement of the mansion in Su City, Su Province.

Even if there is ginseng in it now, it is too late to take it out, not to mention those wealthy families. Without a huge favor, they would not give up that stuff!

Jiang Jiyun looked up at Doctor Jiang and said, "Excuse me, sir, are you asking for this century-old ginseng to save someone?"

Dr. Jiang did not answer immediately. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly to indicate his agreement.

Seeing this, Zhang An quickly interrupted, "We really can't find the century-old ginseng so quickly. It's only found in the north, and in very limited quantities. Our comrades can't wait that long!"

As he spoke, Jiang Jiyun pinched him secretly, as if to remind him to be careful with his words.

However, when Dr. Jiang heard Zhang An say this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He heard the word "comrade" in his words.

He remembered some things he had heard from his friends before. It was said that Xinsijun had a special medicine with miraculous effects. It could bring a person back to life even if he was only breathing his last breath.

He didn't know how many people he had asked, but he couldn't get a single pill. The people over there guarded this medicine very strictly, and only those who went to the battlefield could get it.

This medicine is used to save lives. No one wants to die on the battlefield. Keeping life allows you to kill more Japanese devils, so this medicine cannot be used at all.

"Do you have any effective medicine?" Dr. Jiang stood up and asked excitedly.

When Xiang Junan heard the words "special medicine", he looked at them in surprise. One pill of that thing was now almost worth ten large yellow croakers, but it was a pity that it was something that could not be bought even with money.

Doctor Jiang grabbed Zhang An's arm and said, "If you have a special medicine, I can work like a slave for you!"

Seeing how excited he was, Zhang An didn't answer her. Instead, she asked, "Can we see your patient? We know Chinese medicine and can take a look first."

"Why do you need to find me when you are a doctor?" Doctor Jiang looked at Zhang An warily.

Zhang An smiled and said, "We only know Chinese medicine. It's a bit difficult to open the abdomen to remove the bullet. We need professional Western medicine to do it. We have special medicine, but it's rarely used to save lives. I need to make sure there is really a patient."

Xiang Jun'an saw that Zhang An did not refuse. He looked at them in shock, and the turmoil in his heart almost overturned the boat.

That was the legendary miracle drug. The Guojun and the Japanese had tried countless ways, but they had never seen what the miracle drug looked like.

"Come with me." Dr. Jiang said expressionlessly, then turned and walked towards the backyard.

They followed Dr. Jiang closely, walked through a quiet path, and came to a room.

When Jiang Jiyun opened the door, the first thing that caught his eye was a shabby hospital bed with an old lady lying on it who looked like a skeleton.

Her hair had turned gray and lay lifeless on the pillow, as if all the vitality had been drained away.

If he hadn't noticed the slight movement of her chest, Jiang Jiyun would have almost thought that what they saw before them was just a dried-up corpse.

Jiang Jiyun walked quickly forward, carefully stretched out his fingers, placed them on the old lady's wrist, and felt her faint pulse.

The pulse was so weak, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Jiang Jiyun frowned slightly and sighed inwardly. The old lady's physical condition had obviously reached a very serious level.

"Even if you have a hundred-year-old ginseng, you can't save her for a few days. Her organ failure is very serious." After taking her pulse, Jiang Jiyun slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on Doctor Jiang, and said solemnly.

Doctor Jiang nodded. "I know. My mother has suffered so much for me. I brought her back from abroad specifically to find my father. But now, during this period of war, I don't know if he is still alive."