The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

"Uncle!" Sweetie suddenly spoke up, successfully stopping Song Dazhuang's rampage.

She pointed to an inconspicuous window in the wall beside her. "Here, here."

The crowd gathered around as instructed and found a narrow ventilation shaft with a rusty iron fence standing outside. Several nuts used to secure it had come loose. Song Dazhuang stepped forward and pulled hard, and with a few "clicks," he removed the fence.

The glass was smashed, and a cold, musty smell instantly wafted out.

"This opening is too small, can we get in?" Dr. Sun frowned.

Sweetie lay down at the entrance of the hole, sniffed the air, then turned around and said confidently, "Daddy, Yaoyao and Uncle are inside."

Liang Zhe and the dean exchanged a glance. They both guessed that this was very likely where Huo Liye was temporarily storing his medicines. They just didn't know why it was locked inside.

"Dazhuang, watch the boy. I'm going in." Liang Zhe took off his military jacket, leaving him in only a shirt, and tested the size of the ventilation opening. While an adult could barely squeeze in, moving through the pipes would still be quite difficult.

"Liang, it's too dangerous! The situation inside is unknown..."

"We can't worry about that now." Liang Zhe patted his daughter's head. "Sweetie, tell Daddy, how do we get in?"

Sweetie tilted her little head, as if trying to listen to something. A few seconds later, she stretched out her little hand and drew on the ground: "Daddy, from here, forward, then turn left, then down, there's a door, the medicine is on the shelf. Tall Uncle... is in the shadows next to him."

Without further hesitation, Liang Zhe put on his pistol, took the flashlight that Song Dazhuang handed him, put it in his mouth, and bent down to crawl inside.

The pipes were damp and gloomy, covered in thick cobwebs. Rust and dust kept getting into his nostrils, making him sneeze uncontrollably. Following the route Tian Tian had indicated, Liang Zhe hunched his shoulders as much as possible and crawled forward with difficulty through the narrow passage.

The flashlight's dim light flickered gently, illuminating the eerie darkness ahead.

After climbing for about ten meters, he indeed came to a fork in the road to the left. He turned into it, climbed a few more meters, and the pipe began to slope downwards. Liang Zhe carefully controlled his descent speed and reached the end of the pipe, where a partition shone with a faint light.

I opened the partition and jumped down, and came to a small room. The walls were rough cement, the door was mottled, and an incandescent light bulb hung overhead. Under the light, there were some old instruments and discarded materials piled up, and various kinds of medicines were prominently displayed on the iron shelves against the wall.

Among these medicines, two injection ampoules stood perfectly intact on the tray, with a label that read in small print: Vitamin C Injection.

found it!

Liang Zhe was overjoyed and was about to step forward when he caught a glimpse of a figure huddled in the shadows next to the shelf. The figure's hands were bound with hemp rope, and he was hunched over and motionless. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be Huo Liye.

Liang Zhe slowly approached with his gun. By the light of his flashlight, he could see the wound on the back of Huo Liye's head. He still had vital signs. There were several bloody pieces of broken brick on the ground, which should be the weapon used when he was ambushed from behind and knocked down.

As for the perpetrator, it goes without saying.

He ignored the unconscious Huo Liye, got up, carefully wrapped the two precious medicines in a handkerchief, put them in his inner pocket, and then returned the way he came.

The enemy has its own follow-up departments to handle things; the most important thing now is to get the medicine delivered safely.

When Liang Zhe emerged from the ventilation shaft covered in dust and scratches, everyone immediately swarmed around him.

"How is it?" the dean asked anxiously.

Liang Zhe took a breath and pulled out the two intact vials of medicine from his pocket. Everyone stared at them and let out a long sigh of relief.

Master Zhou's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Quick! Get him to the emergency room!" the hospital director ordered, his hands trembling.

Song Dazhuang snatched the medicine and, disregarding everything else, rushed toward the main building.

Fortunately, this time, nothing unexpected happened.

Half an hour later, the emergency room doors opened again. Dr. Li removed his mask, a smile finally appearing on his face: "The injection is complete, the patient's vital signs are stabilizing! The vitamins are taking effect, Professor Qian is out of danger!"

Suppressed cheers suddenly erupted in the corridor!

Liang Zhe leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief. Only then did he feel the burning pain from the scrapes on his arm. A cool little hand wiped the dust off his cheek, and a sweet, childish voice asked softly, "Daddy, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Liang Zhe smiled, hugging his daughter tightly in his arms, his tone filled with relief at surviving a disaster: "Sweetie, thanks to you, we were able to find the medicine and save Grandpa Qian."

The hospital director came over with cotton swabs: "Comrade Liang, you've worked hard. Let me treat your wound."

While administering sulfadiazine and cotton swabs to reduce inflammation, the hospital director briefly explained the follow-up situation: "We have found the key to the underground warehouse on Yang Yan. Our preliminary judgment is that the two had a dispute over the division of property, which led him to injure Huo Liye and lock him in the basement. As for why he wanted to harm Mr. Qian, both of them are currently undergoing emergency treatment. Once they regain consciousness, we will hand them over to the public security department for detailed investigation."

"I have already given an urgent report to my superiors about this matter today. The theft of medicines is a serious case of sabotage by enemy agents. Fortunately, with your assistance, the medicines were recovered in time, preventing irreparable losses. On behalf of all the medical staff, I thank you, and I especially want to thank Comrade Tian Tian."

He paused, seemingly about to say something more polite, but Liang Zhe interrupted him promptly: "Dean, there's no need for words of thanks yet. We've only passed the first hurdle; Professor Qian's subsequent recovery will require your full attention."

"Yes, yes, you're right. But..." The dean looked troubled, but Liang Zhe saw through his concerns and added, "I know the hospital is currently short of medicines. Please apply to the city and province for allocations as soon as possible, and make sure Professor Qian recovers."

"Don't worry!" The dean nodded solemnly. "We will do our utmost and will never let down the organization's trust and the base's mission!"

Professor Qian's condition is now under control, and Liang Zhe and the others can't offer any more help at the hospital. After discussing it with Song Dazhuang, they decided to let Dr. Sun stay at the hospital to assist with the treatment, while Song Dazhuang and the soldiers would guard Professor Qian's safety. He and Tiantian would go to the supply and marketing cooperative to purchase nutritional supplements for the experts at the base.

"The experts are all severely depleted. I'll go to the supply store and see if they have any suitable supplements for everyone."

Song Dazhuang nodded: "The supply and marketing cooperative is just a few streets away from the hospital. You don't need to rush back. Take the child out for a while and buy some of her favorite snacks."

Liang Zhe patted him on the shoulder, greeted the hospital director, and then left the hospital with Tian Tian in his arms.