Chapter 64: Medicines... Also Sold by the Ton?

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Lin Ran’s eyes lit up.

Pharmaceuticals!

They had finally arrived!

He needed to deliver them to Li Yunlong immediately; the other side was waiting anxiously.

Every single second he delayed here meant five precious seconds lost over there.

"Great, great, great. Have they been delivered to the warehouse?"

Seeing Lin Ran’s excited expression, Shen Zhiyao rolled her eyes, her previous sorrow and indignation instantly turning into mischievous playfulness.

She spun around abruptly, placed her hands behind her back, and lifted her chin.

"But!" she drew out the syllable, "this young lady has changed her mind! I don't want to give them to you anymore!"

Lin Ran smiled helplessly. "Stop messing around, people's lives are at stake!"

"Who's messing around with you!" Shen Zhiyao pouted. "Unless... you let me give you a kiss! Otherwise, go get them yourself!"

Lin Ran sighed.

"Well... just one!"

Swish!

Shen Zhiyao’s eyes lit up.

Like a nimble little deer, she stood on tiptoe, her soft and warm lips carrying a fragrance unique to a young maiden...

...

Parallel world.

"Brother Lin,"

Li Yunlong said with a face full of pleasant surprise.

"Hahaha, you've come so quickly this time?"

Scarcely a day had passed, and Brother Lin had already returned.

Lin Ran smiled. "I was worried about the brothers' injuries and illnesses, so I brought the medicines over first."

Hearing this, Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, and the others felt a warmth well up in their hearts.

"Brother Lin, there's nothing more to say. From now on, you are our Old Li's..."

"Alright, alright." Lin Ran waved his hand with a smile, interrupting Li Yunlong's words of gratitude.

"Commander Li, hurry up and come with me to haul the supplies."

Li Yunlong quickly called out to his men and asked as they walked, "Brother Lin, this time... did you manage to get a lot of medicine? Is it enough for an emergency?"

Lin Ran shook his head. "Not really a lot. Time was too tight, and channels were limited, so this is all I could manage for now."

Hearing this, the expressions of Li Yunlong and the others darkened, and a wave of disappointment washed over them.

Indeed... medicine, especially life-saving miracle drugs, was a thousand times harder to acquire than guns and artillery!

The Japanese devils’ blockade was airtight like an iron bucket, and for Brother Lin to manage to secure some within this single day was already an immense kindness!

How could they ask for more?

Something was always better than nothing!

However, before their self-comforting thoughts could even settle, they heard Lin Ran say:

"The medicine is a bit... troublesome. I only managed to bring ten tons of alcohol, ten tons of gauze, one ton of fever-reducing medication, and one ton of anti-inflammatory drugs..."

Li Yunlong: ......

Zhao Gang: ......

Kong Jie: ......

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You call this not much?

It's fucking measured in tons!

Grain measured in tons was normal, and weapons measured in tons was somewhat acceptable.

But damn it, since when... was medicine measured in tons too?

"Oh, right," Lin Ran added as if remembering something, "There are also some matching syringes, needles, infusion tubes, and other little things. The quantity... should be enough for you to use for a while."

Li Yunlong was stunned in utter shock, and then asked in a hushed voice, "Brother Lin, to procure so many life-saving items, you must have paid a heavy price, right?"

A price?

Lin Ran subconsciously touched his cheek.

He nodded silently without a word.

The three of them looked at him with profound heartache.

Previously, when so many weapons and equipment were brought over, Brother Lin had never been this silent.

It seemed the price paid this time must have been extremely heavy!

Li Yunlong thought to himself that he must speak properly with the brigade commander and division commander later; they had to compensate Brother Lin handsomely!

...

Late 1939.

Eagle Country, Mizuo, Council Member's Mansion.

In the office, Mr. Du was scratching his head.

His term as senator was about to expire, and elections for the next term of the Senate were imminent.

Yet precisely at this moment, his primary financial backer had been arrested and imprisoned!

Even more infuriatingly, that damn cripple had practically hinted that he should withdraw from the senatorial race!

"Bang!"

Mr. Du slammed his fist heavily against the desk.

Was his political career really coming to an end?

He was not resigned to this!

Just then, a female secretary entered.

"Mr. Du, there is a young Chinese gentleman outside who insists on seeing you. He says... he wants to talk to you about a big business deal."

Old Du waved his hand. "Not seeing him! Tell him to get lost!"

His political career was practically over; what mood did he have to discuss business?

The secretary turned and went out.

After a moment, she returned.

"Mr. Du, I think you'd better see him. He said he has a way to ensure you successfully win re-election for the next senate term."

"What?"

Old Du abruptly raised his head.

A young Chinese man?

Helping him campaign?

That sounded even more absurd than a fairy tale!

Yet... the word "re-election" held far too much temptation for him at this moment!

He was like a drowning man, ready to grasp even a straw.

Mr. Du straightened his tie. "Let him in. I want to see what kind of magic trick this yellow-skinned kid can pull off for me!"

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Outside the Council Member's Mansion.

Lin Ran looked around with great interest at the streets of Eagle Country in 1939.

Although far from as prosperous as future generations, the wide roads, shuttling Ford Model T cars, towering chimneys, and the faint silhouettes of skyscrapers in the distance all demonstrated this country's formidable industrial foundation.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"I have to say, there's a reason why they are so powerful."

Then, Lin Ran smiled again.

Come to think of it, it was quite a coincidence.

He had originally been checking WWII-era Eagle Country materials on the modern side, trying to figure out who to cooperate with.

Lin Ran knew very well that if he barged in here all by himself and pulled out all sorts of advanced technology...

Making it back alive would already be a miracle!

Therefore, he had to find a few powerful figures to cooperate with.

And lo and behold, he actually found two.

One of them was Old Du.

Don't let his glorious status in a few years fool you; right now, he was in dire straits.

His financial backer had been arrested, and party heavyweights refused to support his campaign—it was the absolute best time to offer timely help.

Lin Ran had directly set the parallel world portal in Mizuo, Old Du's home turf.

Soon, the heavy doors opened again, and the seductive female secretary stepped out.

"Mr. Lin, please! Mr. Du is willing to see you!"

Lin Ran nodded. "3Q."

Although he wasn't an English major, his spoken English was decent enough for daily communication.

Wasn't there that joke where a mother was deeply worried because her 3-year-old son only knew 100 words, asking online if it was enough?

Someone replied: In Eagle Country, it's definitely enough; in Beijing... not necessarily!

Lin Ran smiled as he walked into Old Du's office.

"Hello, Mr. Du."

Old Du sat behind a massive desk, his sharp gaze inspecting the young man before him like a hawk.

Too young!

Yellow skin! Black eyes! This instinctively stirred a sense of contempt and distrust within him.

However, recalling the other's claim that he could help with the campaign, he had no choice but to endure it.

Suppressing his irritation, he gestured toward the sofa opposite him.

"Mr. Lin, please take a seat."

He then cut straight to the chase. "I heard you can help me win the election? I'd like to know why you dare to make such a boast."

Lin Ran showed no stage fright and calmly took a seat.

Without wasting any breath, he reached directly into his briefcase and produced a small vial of cyan powder:

"With this!"

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