He casually ate something just to fill his stomach.
Chen An quickly grabbed the medicine box and went out to the logistics office of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.
When he arrived, all kinds of painful moans came from the logistics department.
There were both men and women.
They were all injured people who had been carried back from the battlefield.
Along the way, Chen An glanced at the injured who were in so much pain that they wished they were dead. A deep realization on the cruelty of war hit him.
He stopped himself and quickly went to find the person-in-charge of the logistics department to deliver the medicinal pills.
After counting the number of medicinal pills, the person-in-charge of the Bamboo Leaf Gang's logistics department said,
"Alchemist Chen, from tomorrow onwards, the supply of this medicinal pill will increase by 20%."
"Alright, I understand." Chen An nodded expressionlessly.
