Chapter 389 No matter what the final result is, have a clear conscience
Zhao Cheng was suddenly startled.
penicillin!
How did Yang Qingzhi know about this thing that he hadn't even promoted yet?
Yang Qingzhi saw all the changes in Zhao Cheng's expression and already had the answer in his mind, saying, "I'm surprised. I didn't expect that I actually knew that penicillin is your business?"
"Little Governor, you are just making a wild guess. It's okay for me to drink wine and do skin care. How can something like penicillin, which helps the common people, belong to me? It doesn't match my temperament!" Zhao Cheng waved his hand.
Yang Qingzhi stared at Zhao Cheng and said: "You invited Mr. Minghua to Yanchuan City to help you save people. But later she never left and opened a medical clinic in Yanchuan City.
Your younger siblings are helping her in the hospital."
"Mr. Ming Hua is such a free and unrestrained person. How could he stay in one place? The only explanation is that there is something really attractive to her in Yanchuan City. She is a pure person who is only interested in practicing medicine.
What attracts her must be related to drugs."
"After you went south, Wang Ren's son was injured and sent to Yanchuan. Mr. Minghua cured him with penicillin. From then on, the name of penicillin's miracle drug spread among the army. To be honest, not only Wang Ren and Yuan Zhang sent
People have gone to ask for medicine, and even my Yang family army has sent people there, but they have found nothing."
"Mr. Ming Hua said that the raw materials for this medicine are very scarce and there is currently no reserve. Those who are seriously injured and need treatment can be sent to the hospital, but the miracle medicine is not for sale."
"but you!"
Yang Qingzhi pointed at Zhao Cheng and said, "You got so much for Yuan Zhang in just one move!"
Zhao Cheng said: "The champion also asked me about this, and I told him that I snatched it."
"He believes your lies, I don't!" Yang Qingzhi rolled his eyes at Zhao Cheng and continued: "Mr. Ming Hua won't sell the magic medicine for the time being, but you can easily get the magic medicine. That can only mean one thing."
"This magic medicine is yours!"
"Mr. Ming Hua doesn't sell it because you haven't returned to Yanchuan yet and haven't negotiated a result with her!"
Yang Qingzhi approached Zhao Cheng and whispered: "Penicillin is different from other products. It can prevent wound infection and snatch people from the hands of death. This is so important to the vitality of an army. Whoever masters it will
The combat effectiveness of the troops under your command will be greatly improved."
"You, Zhao Cheng, are too cautious to sell it because you are afraid that Emperor Jing will know that this magical medicine is yours!"
Yang Qingzhi stared at Zhao Cheng blankly for a few seconds, then raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiling and saying: "I'm not wrong, Mr. Xiang."
Zhao Cheng clapped his hands and said: "The story is well written, little governor. I will introduce Daxia Jin and others to you later. You are quite suitable for writing novels."
Yang Qingzhi returned to the chair and lay down, saying: "I won't argue with you. If there is no penicillin in our business, then there is no need to discuss it."
Zhao Cheng spread his hands and said: "Penicillin is not mine, how can I sell it to you?"
Yang Qingzhi said: "I will give you this chance."
Zhao Cheng said: "Don't you want hundreds of millions of profits a year?"
"I want it too." Yang Qingzhi knelt down and stretched out his hand, and the cat ran back to his hand.
He stood up and said: "But compared with the lives of the Southern Zhou soldiers, money is not that important."
Zhao Cheng drank a sip, put it down heavily, put his hands behind his back, and said sternly: "There's nothing I can do about this, let someone tie me up!"
Yang Qingzhi walked out of the tent without saying a word.
Two Southern Zhou soldiers came in immediately and tied up Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng's eyebrows were solemn. He didn't expect Yang Qingzhi to be so clear about the affairs of Yanchuan City. It seemed that secret spies of the Southern Zhou Dynasty were still everywhere in Dajing. What shocked him even more was Yang Qingzhi's thinking ability and judgment.
It exceeded his expectations.
But he couldn't compromise.
He knew what it would mean to Dajing once penicillin was given to Yang Qingzhi.
It’s okay if he hasn’t experienced a real war, but after personally experiencing the Battle of Muqiaokou, Zhao Cheng’s mood has undergone some changes.
He saw the border troops holding on to the south of the town for several years.
I saw Yuan Zhang’s dedication and love for this land.
I saw Yuan Qi leading the way and making a bloody sacrifice.
If he compromised at this time, Zhao Cheng would feel sorry for Yuan Qi, sorry for Yuan Zhang, and even more sorry for the soldiers who died by the Wei Lake!
Zhao Cheng admits that he is a selfish person. Over the years, he has kept a low profile, grown up in an obscene way, and is obsessed with making money just so that his family can live a good life in the future.
Even if the right prime minister's house collapses, he will not be too bad if he has money.
As for the rise and fall of any country, the people are miserable.
What does it have to do with me?
But when Yuan Zhang was surrounded, the passion in Zhao Cheng's bones was ignited. For the first time, he felt that some people were more important than himself.
Yuan Zhang is the barrier of Dajing. If he falls, more Dajing warriors will fall in the future.
If the Dajing warriors fell, the people behind them would suffer, and their Right Prime Minister's Mansion would not be spared either.
So when he was in a desperate situation, he chose to let Zhao Yan cover Yuan Zhang's breakout.
He left himself on the battlefield.
Although he was sure that Yang Qingzhi would not dare to kill him easily, he was actually gambling.
No matter what the final result is.
Have a clear conscience.
…
Zuo Zhu led a dozen guards and accompanied Yang Qingzhi to the manor behind the military camp.
This is the place where Yangqing Pass was closed after the defeat in the Battle of Lingshan.
There were servants and guards in the manor. After seeing Yang Qing, they all stopped to salute. Yang Qingzhi smiled at everyone and then walked straight towards the innermost row of houses.
Yang Qingzhi stopped in front of a room on the east side. This room was locked, and six guards were not leaving.
"Little Governor!!!"
"Open."
Yang Qingzhi said softly, handed the cat to one of the guards, and walked in after the door opened.
The room was very dark, greedily sucking in the sunlight that came in. When the door was closed again, there was only a ray of light coming in from a corner of the roof.
There was a hole in that corner, which not only let in the sunlight, but also had water dripping down.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Like the countdown of life.
At this time, the ray of light happened to shine on a figure. This person was tied to a pillar with his backhand. His long hair was messy and his head was drooped. Judging from his figure, he was a woman.
Yang Qingzhi walked up to her and lifted her chin like he held Zhao Cheng's chin. He saw that her face was very tired.
"If you're not dead yet, let's talk?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes, and then coughed twice subconsciously.
Yang Qingzhi immediately took a step back.
"Kill if you want!" The woman's voice was hoarse, but her voice was not soft.
"What, do you want to die?" Yang Qingzhi glanced at the dripping place and said with a smile: "It tastes very unpleasant, doesn't it?"
"You sissy, torturing women makes you happy, doesn't it?!"
Yang Qingzhi took another step forward, lifted Zhou Nuo's hair, and said seriously: "Zhou Nuo, prisoners never have a good life, especially female prisoners. If it weren't for the sake of your relationship with Zhao Cheng,
Do you think you will only suffer this kind of torture?"