Chapter 745 – The Rules Laid Down by That Person (2/2)

An Hua now understood why the room had become so silent and everyone had given her such strange stares after she mentioned that the Imperial Court or Orthodoxy could analyze the pill to get the recipe.

Then how was it distributed? It was not very difficult to figure out how to distribute the Cinnabar Pills to the ten-some military headquarters, but she was not well-versed in this aspect. However, she could still imagine that the distribution was probably based on the number of soldiers in each of the headquarters. This method was the simplest and the fairest. The truly difficult point was how to distribute the medicine amongst the wounded.

The Mount Song Army headquarters was one of the larger of the ten-some army headquarters on the frontline, but every month, they were able to get only six pills at most. On their worst month, they had only received two. Moreover, even on the months when the war was at its most stable and there were no large military campaigns, there were at least one hundred casualties who were on the verge of death.

”The wounded that can be healed with the Sacred Light technique or by doctors can't be given the pill, no matter how serious their injuries, even if they've lost an arm or leg. As long as they won't die, they won't be given the medicine,” explained the senior doctor. ”Who receives the Cinnabar Pill has nothing to do with age, how high their position, or what sort of background they have. First priority is given to clerics and second priority to array masters.”

An Hua very quickly understood why the medicine was divided as such.

The clerics on the frontline could all use the Sacred Light technique, whether it was just a few times or many times. One Cinnabar Pill saving a cleric meant that it could save many more people in the future. Array masters had the most important mission on the battlefield, felt the greatest pressure, died at the highest rates, and were also highly respected, so she could accept that they were ranked second.

The cleric added, ”After that, we have to consider the cultivation of the wounded and the state of their injuries. Those with higher cultivation levels or more serious injuries will be placed higher on the list.”

An Hua was somewhat puzzled as to why cultivators of higher levels could more easily receive the Cinnabar Pill.

The general suddenly said impassively, ”As this is a war, saving an expert has more meaning to humanity than saving a normal person.”

From a purely logical perspective, this was naturally a most reasonable argument, but…were not all lives equal?

It did not consider status, family, or age, but was it not still being distributed based on a hierarchy?

An Hua suddenly felt a little cold.

A furious voice could be heard from outside the room. ”This isn't fair! Are the lives of us ordinary people also not lives?”

At some point, an injured soldier had appeared at the door, a crutch under his arm. One of his pantlegs drifted in the air—he had probably lost a leg on the battlefield.

It was plain to see that it was not the first time an injured soldier had furiously complained, both at the Mount Song Army headquarters and all the other military forts on the frontline.

No one looked at this wounded soldier. This room was very quiet, and even An Hua did not speak, only silently lowered her head to look at the floor.

Reality was cruel, and that person's distribution method for the Cinnabar Pill was truly very cruel, but no one could deny that it was proper.

An Hua raised her head and asked the cleric, ”Then…who determines the severity of the injuries and how urgently they need to be treated?”

It was evident that this was truly the most important question, and also the most troublesome one.