Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time! - Chapter 017

Getting Rich is Hard? My Supermarket Connects Time!
Chapter 017 – Seductive male beauty (1)

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Editor : Chu
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That night, Fu Chen’an was nearly kept in the camp and not allowed to lead the troops onto the battlefield.

The reason was simple: the medicine he brought back today worked too well!

During the day, many soldiers from the first wave of assault were injured. Doctor Niu, after listening to Fu Chen’an’s explanation, washed his hands and put on those soft sterile gloves to clean the wounds.

For the minor wounds, he used a cotton swab soaked in strong liquor to disinfect the area, sprayed the wound with the aerosol, and gave the soldiers the pills Fu Chen’an had brought back. They didn’t develop a fever, and the wounds even began to scab!

Fu Zhonghai was also injured that day—his arm had a cut about the length of a finger. It wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding heavily.

Doctor Niu disinfected the wound with liquor, sprayed the medicine, and used one of those suture-free wound dressings. Then Fu Zhonghai went right back into battle.

When he returned, he found that the wound hadn’t split open like it usually did—it was even starting to close up.

That was a sign of healing!

Was the medicine really this powerful?

Doctor Niu and Fu Zhonghai were shocked!

In the past, after a battle, at least a few hundred wounded soldiers would be unable to return to the frontlines.

But today, after treating the wounds this way, aside from the severely injured who needed to rest, the lightly wounded soldiers could return to battle without any issues after using the suture-free dressings!

That meant reducing casualties and preserving their fighting strength.

This kind of benefit was something they had never even dared to imagine before.

You had to know—many soldiers didn’t die on the battlefield, but from untreated wounds that festered, led to high fevers, and eventually rotted away.

Because of this, Fu Zhonghai specially came to discuss with Fu Chen’an, “An’er*, why don’t you sit this one out? The wounded need more medicine, and you can go to that shop again to buy some. If anything happened to you, there might not be another chance to get medicine.”

*An’er: In Chinese, “儿 (ér)” is often added to names as a diminutive or endearing suffix, especially among family members or elders.
So “An’er” = Little An / Dear An / An (affectionate tone).

Fu Chen’an thought about it and chose to wear an extra layer of leather armor. “Feel better now?”

Fu Zhonghai: “……”

Fu Chen’an still went to the battlefield.

Thanks to the miraculous medicine, the troops felt more confident and the morale stabilized.

Everyone knew that small injuries were no big deal—the medicine was very effective, and once applied, the wounds would heal…

As a result, everyone charged into battle even more bravely.

When Yongzhou City fell, the defending generals couldn’t figure it out:
“Didn’t they say these soldiers had been short on food and drink for days? Why are they fighting so fiercely? Aren’t they afraid of death?”

The answer wasn’t from his deputy, but a piercing arrow straight through his chest.

As the city was breached, Fu Chen’an gave a low, commanding order:
“The wealthy households in the city may be looted. No killing of civilians! No violating women! Whoever disobeys—will be executed!”

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers rejoiced and immediately charged toward the wealthy households behind tall walls.

Fu Chen’an’s eyes were full of cold indifference as he watched the surging soldiers.

After being trapped outside the city and starving for days, the soldiers needed an outlet for their rage. Only looting, no killing—that was already considered merciful.

Fu Chen’an rushed to his father, Marshal Fu Zhonghai’s, location and said, “Marshal Father, I’ll return first.”

Fu Zhonghai glanced at his son, saw he was mostly unharmed, and nodded, “Go.”

Fu Chen’an returned to Xima Town and immediately sought out Doctor Niu to confirm the number of injured soldiers and the quantities of each type of medicine needed.

Doctor Niu pointed to the adhesive wound closure strips and said, “These—get me a thousand… no, as many as possible! And this one, this one, and this one too…”

-adhesive wound closure strips 

He pointed to almost every medicine on the table.

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