The conversation between An Hua and the cleric by the window had not been loud, but the room was too quiet, so everyone could clearly hear it, and then they began to worry.
If that person revealed their identity, they would assuredly obtain unimaginable benefits through this pill. This would not only mean wealth, but even more importantly, power. But it was obvious that this person had never had any such thoughts. Why? Was it to preserve their sense of mystery, or was it for safety?
An Hua still did not understand why neither the Imperial Court nor the Orthodoxy had been able to find out who that person was. Could it be that this medicine called the Cinnabar Pill was a drop of jade nectar from the Divine Kingdom? It had to be known that since the pills would be delivered to the various army headquarters at regular intervals, they would assuredly leave behind many clues, such as who was responsible for delivering the pills.
"The Wenshui Tangs." The cleric knew what she was thinking and explained, "The people responsible for delivering and distributing the pills are all people from the Tang clan."
The medical center was located on the widest and straightest street of the Mount Song Army headquarters. Across from it was an important location of the army headquarters, and behind it was an inn on the Plum Plum Path. This inn was the most famous and most luxurious inn in the town. Every day, people would come and go, but many people did not know that the most expensive suite of the inn was only separated by a single wall from the Sacred Hospital.
A middle-aged man sat on a palace armchair, silent and rather gloomy. This did not represent his current mood, but because he had far too many matters to attend to that day. This person's clothes were very simple, but they were made of very good materials. His noble aura was hidden but not revealed. He was probably a merchant.
The voice on the other side became extremely weak after passing through the wall. Even the best thief would find it difficult to hear. But this person had his head lowered and was listening very intently. He seemed to be able to hear every detail of the conversation. From these details, one could faintly see that this person had an extraordinary cultivation level and was highly likely to be a true expert.
The conversation in the Sacred Hospital was still continuing.
An elderly doctor said, "This is a matter that everyone on the front lines is very concerned about, so there have always been people secretly investigating. What we can now confirm is that the Wenshui Tangs are only responsible for delivering and distributing the pills, not the true master of the Cinnabar Pill. We even believe that the Wenshui Tangs don't know who that person is."
This sounded rather unbelievable, but it was very likely the truth. And at the very start, everyone had been more concerned about how the Wenshui Tangs would distribute the pills.
What was the most precious thing in the world? Of course, it was a life that could not be restarted. Medicines that could save lives were naturally treasures that everyone wanted to get their hands on.
Having the power to distribute medicine was equivalent to having the power to control the life and death of many people.
This kind of power was very scary, and at the same time, it was a very heavy responsibility.
Handing over such authority to others, from another perspective, was actually shirking responsibility. It could also be said to be irresponsible.
In An Hua's view, the person who could refine the Cinnabar Pill assuredly had a benevolent and benevolent heart that cherished the common people. They would definitely not do such a thing.
"That person did not hand over all the power to the Tang family. He has set up many rules in advance." The cleric smiled at her and said, "First of all, it is strictly forbidden to investigate his background, to ask where the name of the Cinnabar Pill came from, and to analyze the composition of the medicine."
Only now did An Hua understand why when she said that the Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court should imitate each other, why the room had become so quiet and why everyone had looked at her with such strange gazes. It turned out that this was a rule that had been set by that person in advance, or perhaps it could be said that this was a taboo of the Cinnabar Pill.
So how should it be distributed? How to distribute the Cinnabar Pill among the ten-some army headquarters was not a difficult matter. She was not skilled in this aspect, but she could roughly guess that the distribution method should be based on the number of soldiers in each army headquarters. This method was the simplest and fairest. The true difficulty lay in how to distribute the pills to the injured.
The Mount Song Army headquarters was one of the larger of the ten-some army headquarters on the front lines. At most, they would only receive six pills each month, and at least two in the month when they received the least. And even in the month when the war was at its most stable, when there were no major battles, the number of people heavily injured or on the verge of death was at least one hundred.
"Those that the Sacred Light technique and the doctors can heal will not be given, no matter how serious their injuries are, even if they have lost a leg or an arm, as long as they are not dead," the elderly doctor explained. "Whether the Cinnabar Pill is given or not has nothing to do with age, position, or background. First, it is given to the clergy, and second to the array masters."
An Hua quickly understood why it was being distributed this way.
The clergy on the front lines could more or less use the Sacred Light technique, so if one Cinnabar Pill could save one clergy, it meant that they could save even more people in the future. Array masters had the most important mission on the battlefield and endured the greatest pressure. Their death rate was extremely high, but they were also extremely respected, so it was acceptable for them to be ranked second.
The clergy continued, "What follows is the cultivation of the injured and the condition of their injuries. The higher the cultivation and the more serious the injury, the higher the order."
An Hua was somewhat confused. Why was it that the higher the cultivation of a cultivator, the easier it was for them to obtain the Cinnabar Pill?
The general expressionlessly explained, "Because this is war. Saving an expert is more meaningful to the Human race than saving an ordinary person."
From a purely rational point of view, this sentence of course made sense, but … wasn't all life equal?
Regardless of position, clan background, or age, would there still be a difference in status?
An Hua suddenly felt a little cold.
A furious voice came from outside the door. "This is not fair! Are the lives of ordinary people like us not lives? "
At some point, an injured soldier from the Sacred Hospital had appeared at the door. He had a crutch under his arm and his trousers were floating in the wind. He had probably lost his leg on the battlefield.
It was obvious that this wounded soldier's furious complaints had appeared more than once in the Mount Song Army headquarters and other places.
No one paid attention to this wounded soldier. The room was very quiet, and even An Hua said nothing, only silently lowered her head.
Reality was cruel. That person truly did appear very cold and detached when distributing the Cinnabar Pill, but no one could deny that it was correct.
An Hua raised her head to the clergy and asked, "Then … who will determine the severity of the injuries?"
It was obvious that this was the truly important problem, and also the truly troublesome problem.
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(This chapter was 1912, continuing to fill in the gaps from that day's repeated updates.)
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