Transported to the War Years, I Fight My Way Through With My Husband

Clutching the medical doctorate I had just earned, I turned around and plunged straight into the thick of everyday life. "Sis, the base is almost out of medicine." The ink on my older brother Lin Zhonghe's telegram was barely dry. I touched the spatial jade bangle on my wrist. Inside were penicillin I'd just picked up in Harbor City, along with hemostatic gel from a plane-trading market.

"Don't worry." I opened the trading panel before me and traded two jin of durian for ten cases of anti-inflammatory medicine. "What I'm bringing back this time will last us half a year." The footsteps of the secret agents behind me drew closer. Smiling, I stored the last bolt of gauze in my space and turned to disappear into the crowd. A medical doctor? No. I'm the one smuggling hope to my comrades.