A guide to getting rich

Chapter 468: Feign Death Pill 3
But she is a girl who hastily went to the camp. If someone finds out her true identity and intentions, what will happen?

Ah Wu squatted beside the carriage anxiously, scratching his hair to think of a way out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of any good solution.

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Bai Zhi drove all the way to the border. Before she came, she asked the way. As long as you go north along the official road, you don't change lanes. The end of the official road is the border. When you reach the end, you will see the guards in the camp. The purchase receipt will naturally meet the person who received the goods.

When she arrived at the end of the official road, the sky had already darkened, and as expected, she was stopped by the guards guarding the border: "Who is it? Don't you know that the front is a military camp? How dare you go in?"

Bai Zhi hurriedly jumped out of the car, took out the purchase receipt, and said to the two guards: "You two military masters, I'm a clerk at the Baicao Hall in Qingyuan Town. A few days ago, two military masters went to our Baicao Hall to order a thousand cans As for the ointment, we rushed to make it and sent it over immediately, and I would like to ask the two military masters for your convenience."

As soon as they heard that the other party was here to deliver medicine, the vicious expressions on the faces of the two guards immediately faded a bit, took the paper in Bai Zhi's hand, and said, "You wait here first, I'll help you find someone."

Bai Zhi answered again and again, only one of the two guards remained, and the other returned to the camp with the paper.

After about half an hour, the guard led a tall and thin man over. The man looked at Bai Zhi, stroked the mustache on his chin and said, "Why didn't I see you when I went to Baicao Hall that day?"

Bai Zhi smiled and said: "The villain is dedicated to delivering goods, you can't see the villain yourself."

The man nodded, and asked again: "Is the ointment ready?"

Bai Zhi immediately took out two cans of ointment from the car, and handed them to the man: "Mr. Jun, please take a look, the best ointment for wounds."

The man opened the jar and smelled it. It was indeed the same smell as before. He dug out a small piece with his little finger and wiped it on the back of his other hand. The consistency and feel were similar to before, "Come with me."

The man turned around and walked in, the two guards retreated to the side, Bai Zhi hurriedly pulled the carriage and followed the man, although she was silent all the way, her eyes were not idle at all, carefully observing the terrain and defense situation along the way.

The man brought Bai Zhi to the military doctor's tent. The tent was brightly lit, and the sound of wailing and groaning could be heard endlessly. The smell of blood and rotting wounds mixed together, making it disgusting to smell.

Others would vomit, but Bai Zhi wouldn't. She had smelled this kind of smell countless times, and she was used to it.

"Doctor Shen, last time you said that the ointment that is easy to use has been delivered. Would you like to test it?" After entering the tent, the man stood in front of a fifty-year-old man who was applying medicine to the wounded, with a very respectful attitude.

The movement of the old man's hand didn't stop, and he said softly: "Bring them all in, I'll know after looking."

The man nodded, and after leaving the tent, he said to Bai Zhi: "Take all the ointment inside, be quiet, don't disturb Dr. Shen's treatment."

Bai Zhi responded again and again, and quickly began to unload the wound. Although there were a thousand cans, each can was as big as a child's fist and very light. She just went back and forth many times, which made her dizzy.

After the ointment was removed, Dr. Shen didn't even look at it, and continued to be busy with the work in hand, and the man who brought him just now disappeared without a trace.

She had to wait in the tent.

At this time, someone brought in the wounded again. They were two seventeen or eighteen-year-old youths, screaming in pain, their faces as pale as paper. One of them screamed the loudest, his legs were swollen and deformed, apparently fractured.

(End of this chapter)