Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows. Dr. Qu is really an old fox. All this has been arranged. This is more thoughtful than he thought about. He brought people with him. This is the most reliable.

Sure enough, Zhang Fuling waved to a guard.

"Go and let those waiting outside come in, the yamen runners leave the lobby and wait in the courtyard, and they are not allowed to leave without leaving."

The yamen runners in the lobby retreated and became much more spacious in an instant.

Everyone looked out, especially Liu Mingshun and He Xiaotang, who had no shyness at this moment, looked sideways towards the door.

I saw the guard, with more than a dozen people in.

Their clothes were pretty neat, but they looked a little weird. They were either very wide or their sleeves were a little short. They felt particularly uncomfortable when worn on their bodies.

At the front were one big and one small, two children, the older one was only seven or eight years old, and the younger one seemed to be only three or four years old. Both of them were very thin, and they fell to the ground in a row.

Dr. Qu held a stack of diagnostic cards and asked a guard to hand it over to Zhang Fuling. Dr. Qu said.

"Sir, they have a diagnosis card on their hands. You can just draw one to check it out to see if your identity and physical characteristics are consistent."

Zhang Fuling grabbed the card, flipped it around casually, and found the diagnosis card of a three-year-old boy. He paused his finger and pulled it out directly.

He glanced at the content and asked:

"Who is Hu Wansheng?"

When the girl heard this, she quickly raised her hand and poked the little boy beside her. The little boy frowned with dissatisfaction and pushed away the girl's hand.

The sound is not loud, but the sound of a slight and slightest sound is still allowed to be heard by everyone in the lobby where the needle can be heard.

"Sister, don't want to pull me. That uncle is called Hu Wansheng. Our family's surname is indeed Hu, but my name is Sheng'er!"

Zhang Fuling had heard the sound long ago and looked at the little baby kneeling on the ground. He seemed to be young and didn't know how to be afraid at all. He looked up at Zhang Fuling.

"Your name is Sheng'er?"

The little boy was a little scared and took a step back slightly, but was stopped by the little girl. The girl shook her head slightly and said in her mouth:

"Don't be afraid, just answer the questions."

The boy nodded vigorously, and then thought of his sister teaching him to salute. He quickly knelt down and his hands were parallel to each other, and they met together. Then he bowed and said:

"Yes, my name is Sheng'er."

A man beside Zhang Fuling seemed to want to remind him to use words. Zhang Fuling raised his hand slightly, stopped his movements, and then asked:

"Do you know what your family's surname is?"

Sheng'er knew about this question, and bared her little white teeth and quickly replied: "My father's surname is Hu."

"Are you from Qingping County?"

Sheng'er nodded, "Yes, I'm from here."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Liu Mingshun even raised his ears and Zhang Fuling asked carefully:

"Do you know where your home lives?"

Sheng'er thought about it and seemed to be trying hard to recall it. She stood up in a hurry, pointed to the east side and said:

"It's by the river east of the city. My sister and I lived there for a few days. My sister said I was sick. I don't remember getting sick. I felt that I had been sleeping for a long time, but my hands and feet were swollen. Now we live in the No. 2 courtyard of Huichuntang."

Zhang Fuling seemed to understand something, "Why do you live in the No. 2 courtyard of Huichuntang?"

The boy sighed, with the maturity and melancholy on his face that he should not have at his age, and there were traces of water in his eyes. He pursed his lips hard to hold back his tears, and then said:

"My father, I can't find it. We found my aunt but couldn't find them. Brother Zhou said that we would let us live in the second courtyard in the future, and then we would go to study and study medical skills to treat people. If we go there in this way, we might be able to find our parents."

Zhang Fuling nodded, "The person comes to show me the diagnosis card in his hand."

After saying that, a guard stepped forward and sent the diagnosis card in Sheng'er's hand to Zhang Fuling.

After comparing the two pictures, the part in Sheng'er's hand was slightly simpler. There was no strange curve chart on it. A red pen was used in the middle of the picture, and a symbol he didn't recognize was written.

Zhang Fuling raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Heng standing beside Zhu Yunmo.

"Zhou Heng came up, what does the red symbol on this diagnosis card mean?"

Zhou Heng quickly took a few steps forward and bowed to Zhang Fuling:

"Sir, this is a number, just for the convenience of recording. From one to zero, it is replaced by a different symbol. In this way, a very small place can record very detailed temperature changes. In this way, our doctors can intuitively see the patient's treatment situation and speed up the diagnosis and treatment. A card will record the patient's condition, who will treat the patient below, who will rescue him, and whether he has taken the medicine or not, and you can know it at a glance without asking."

Although Zhang Fuling didn't ask, Zhou Heng still introduced the diagnosis card.

Zhang Fuling kept nodding, and Zhou Heng agreed with him.

The problem solved by this small card is too big. It is used to provide large-scale rescue and reduce the number of people's labor. Besides, there is no investment. It is just two thick sheets of paper with fixed forms on it.

After putting down the card, Zhang Fuling signaled the guards to check the stack of cards that Dr. Qu had just displayed with these victims, and it was checked in less than a cup of tea.

"Reporting to the adults, the personnel's identity is accurate. These are indeed patients. Most of them have undergone seven or eight days of treatment."

Dr. Qu glanced at Liu Mingshun and then said to Zhang Fuling:

"Sir, there are more than 10,000 victims outside the city who have not returned to their hometown. If necessary, they are willing to testify for Lord Liu Renli. Most of them do not have this diagnosis card, but they can still be checked through the yellow book."

Zhang Fuling nodded, "Doctor Qu, let me tell you how much grain and materials have been raised in Qingping County, and how did it be raised?"

Doctor Qu picked up a book of accounts, turned to the end, and replied loudly:

"The flood started on September 12th. Qingping County accepted refugees. Because the number of people exceeded that of previous years, Lord Liu Renli organized a donation conference and paraded the streets and promoted it for a day. A total of 9,762,2030 silver coins were collected, rice and flour were 521,083 sets of clothing, 21,042 disaster victims were placed, a total of 2,234 people were isolated and observed, and 1,493 patients of all kinds were treated, and a total of 52 died, of which more than 90% of the patients died of plague."

The number one by one is released, and the more you hear it, the more you become, the more frightened you become. The deaths of these more than 50 people are almost negligible compared to the 20,000 victims. If this method is promoted in Daliang, how many refugees will die from natural disasters every year?

Zhang Fuling was a little excited and was holding the booklet that Liu Renli had found to print this time.

The picture is shown above from the first page, with the mouth and nose blocked by something, and there is the word "man mask" next to it. The following small pictures are the methods of wearing it.

How to wash your hands behind you, and how to change clothes and disinfect your doors when you enter and exit the city and when you are home.

Next is a map where you can drink water directly, see how patients with fever should do it, how to catch mice and kill insects, disinfect the whole city, and also change clothes and bathe.

One by one, it makes people's scalp numb. What kind of meticulous people need to be able to do things so well.

At this moment, Zhang Fuling really believed that Liu Renli and the others had indeed used their own efforts to control the disaster. With this complete publicity, many people could avoid the epidemic.

As for Huichuntang's magical medical skills, Zhang Fuling sighed. His wife admired Zhou Heng so much. The coachman could only see a thin scab on his head. He could not find the wound without looking carefully. This ability may be really good.

Zhang Fuling looked at Dr. Qu and asked, "These are all the accounts raised and the data on treatment. What about the expenses? Are there any records of the whereabouts of these donations? Is there any remaining one?"

Dr. Qu quickly turned to a page and handed the book to the guard beside him. The guard presented the book to Zhang Fuling and then said:
Chapter completed!