You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

Qingcheng Port, formerly the Holy Spirit Church Hospital.

This Western-style building, which has a history of several decades, has now been fully taken over by the 33rd Army Corps and renamed the 33rd Army Corps General Hospital.

The corridor outside the intensive care unit on the third floor of the hospital was filled with the strong smell of Lysol.

Inside the ward lay ten critically ill patients with infections, all on the verge of death.

Dr. Schmidt, the chief physician of the church hospital, shook his head helplessly, holding a thick stack of medical records.

"It's hopeless."

Dr. Schmidt spoke to the nurse beside him in fluent Chinese.

"The soldier in bed number three had a penetrating thigh wound, and shrapnel residue caused severe gas gangrene."

We have already given him the maximum dose of Prontosil.

However, he still developed septic shock, and his organs were failing.

Schmidt turned a page of the medical record and pointed to another bed.

"The civilian in bed number seven has extensive lobar pneumonia infection in both lungs."

The fever of 40 degrees Celsius has lasted for two days.

Prepare to issue a critical condition notice and notify the priest to provide end-of-life care; this might lessen their suffering.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Lin Feng, dressed in a crisp military uniform, strode over, surrounded by several guards.

Following him were Karl, the head of the Hans Zensen & Co. firm in Qingcheng Port; Gustav, the Hans consul in Qingcheng Port; and Major von Steheim, the Hans military attaché to China.

These prominent figures from Hanskoye in Qingcheng Port were all specially invited by Lin Feng to observe.

"General Lin, is that miraculous medicine you mentioned on the phone, the one that can bring the dead back to life, really that amazing?"

Karl rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with the shrewdness of a businessman.

"Mr. Carl, you'll find out soon enough."

Lin Feng smiled and pushed open the door to the ward.

When Dr. Schmidt saw Lin Feng and the others enter, his brows immediately furrowed.

"General Lin, this is the intensive care unit, and the patients need absolute quiet."

Moreover, they are beyond saving.

Bringing so many people is disrespectful to the patients.

"Dr. Schmidt, don't speak too soon."

Lin Feng took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and waved it in front of Schmidt.

"I'm here today to snatch them back from the clutches of death."

Schmidt looked at the simply packaged glass bottle containing some white powder.

It lacks the Bayer trademark and a rigorous description of its chemical formula.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"General Lin, are you joking?"

Based on this little bit of unknown powder?

Is this some kind of traditional witchcraft trick used by you Great Xia people? Incense ash? Or talismanic water?

Schmidt's arrogance was palpable.

In his view, the medical level of Great Xia was at least a hundred years behind that of the West.

This severe infection, which even the top Bayer laboratories in Hans cannot cure, can be cured by a folk remedy from a Xia warlord?

It's absolutely ridiculous.

Lin Feng ignored Schmidt's sarcasm and turned to look at the nurse behind him.

"Follow the dosage I previously instructed."

Dissolved in physiological saline, the solution was administered intramuscularly to these ten patients.

The nurse nodded, took the glass bottle, and skillfully began the procedure.

Karl, Gustav, and Major Steheim, who were standing to the side, exchanged glances in secret.

They stared at the unprecedented medicine that Lin Feng had taken out.

Then, considering that Lin Feng's forces were equipped entirely with German-made weapons.

BF-109 fighter jets flying in the sky.

And then there's the K5 railway gun, which proved its might on the battlefield.

The Hans began to wildly imagine all sorts of scenarios in their minds.

"What does Schmidt, that bookworm who only knows how to heal and save lives, know!"

Karl exclaimed inwardly.

"There's no mistake, Lin Feng is definitely the highest-level ally secretly supported by the Führer in the Far East!"

This new miracle drug was probably developed because the Führer didn't trust the old-school capitalists at Bayer, which is why he funded Lin Feng's secret development of this drug in Asia.

No wonder the diplomatic department has been vague about the source of Lin Feng's weapons.

So this was a grand scheme!

Consul Gustav and Major Steheim shared the same idea.

Their gazes toward Lin Feng held a newfound respect and fervor.

A person who can receive such strong support from the head of state is definitely not an ordinary local warlord.

The nurse quickly completed the injection.

"Now, the moment of witnessing a miracle has arrived."

Lin Feng pulled up a chair, sat down, and calmly closed his eyes to rest.

While waiting, everyone moved to the lounge at the end of the corridor.

Lin Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke seemingly casually.

"I heard that your country's army received an extremely warm welcome in Vienna last month?"

It seems the shackles of the Versailles contract can no longer hold back the German eagles.

These words immediately created a subtle atmosphere in the lounge.

Consul Gustav and Military Attaché Sterheim exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with alarm.

Last month, Hans just launched an attack and annexed his brother state of Odili, which shares the same roots with him.

This incident caused a huge uproar internationally.

Lin Feng, a warlord of the Great Xia Dynasty located on the Jiaodong Peninsula, was surprisingly perceptive about the situation in Europe.

Moreover, his tone conveyed a sense of certainty, as if he had known all along.

This further fueled their speculation about "Dihua".

"Is General Lin very concerned about the situation in Europe?"

Major Steheim asked tentatively.

"I only care whether my friends are powerful."

Lin Feng put down his teacup, looked at the Han Chinese with a half-smile, and deliberately spoke vaguely:

"The stronger my friends are, the easier it is for me to do business."

Isn't that right?

Time passed by, second by second.

Twenty-four hours later.

A commotion arose in the ward.

Dr. Schmidt, with his stethoscope in hand, quickly walked to the bedside of the pneumonia patient in bed number seven.

He looked at the thermometer in his hand in disbelief, then rubbed his eyes.

"Thirty-seven and a half degrees? That's impossible!"

Schmidt exclaimed in surprise.

"Yesterday, his lungs were full of wet rales when auscultated, but now they are so much clearer."

And the high fever has subsided.

The patient's breathing became steady, and he even opened his eyes, weakly asking the nurse for water.

Forty-eight hours later.

Schmidt made his rounds again, and when he unwrapped the gauze from the thigh of the veteran in bed number three, he froze.

The wound, which had been oozing pus and smelling foul, and had turned a terrifying purplish-black color, had now stopped festering.

The yellowish-green pus has significantly decreased, and the red and swollen edges have begun to recede.

Fresh pink granulation tissue even grew around the wound.

All vital signs are rapidly returning to stability.

All ten critically ill patients who had been given critical condition notices are now out of danger.

Some of the older veterans, who are in good physical condition, are even able to drink porridge by themselves while leaning against the headboard.

Dr. Schmidt held the thick stack of medical records and temperature charts, his hands trembling violently.

The arrogance on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme shock and fervor.

"My God! This is a miracle in medical history!"