Yang Mo looked at Shopkeeper Jiang, "How about, can we find more doctors?"
Shopkeeper Jiang nodded, "I have knocked on the door at every house. If you are willing to come and help treat the patients, please come to Baohetang with a lantern."
I wonder if we can find more manpower at this time.
Shopkeeper Jiang saw Baohe Hall quickly becoming busy and couldn't help but sigh. Who wouldn't want to hide in the house after such a big event? Going out at this time is always risky.
This is civil strife. This is an unusual time. Can anyone come?
Shopkeeper Jiang looked outside while thinking. It was dark outside and there was no movement, but everyone in the room was busy.
Miss Yang was teaching her disciples how to quickly treat wounds. Shopkeeper Jiang didn't quite understand but was attracted to it.
After being distracted for a moment, Shopkeeper Jiang couldn't help but be stunned when he thought about looking outside again.
It seemed like a lantern was shaking.
Shopkeeper Jiang rubbed his eyes.
There really are lanterns, like sparks of light, swaying in the dark night, as if they are not there yet they seem to be there. Only when they get closer can people see the brighter light.
Someone came over carrying a lantern.
It's not just a lantern, there are more lights behind it, and then there is the rustling sound of walking. Somehow it makes people's hearts warm, and more and more people seem to dispel fear.
"Old Doctor Ding, are you here too?"
Ding Er raised his head and said: "Of course, I am the doctor at Baohetang. We have been seeing patients since yesterday."
"Ashamed, ashamed."
Seeing familiar faces in the room, Dr. Zhang, who had been walking hurriedly in the dark, breathed a sigh of relief when he entered Baohe Hall. He felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
A person can only huddle in a room and be afraid. With so many doctors and doctors gathered together, those fears disappear and they only think about how to use their medical skills to treat patients.
Today is not a day to be frightened, but a good day to treat illnesses and save lives.
"Wei Mao," Yang Mo ordered, "talk to the doctors and doctors about how to treat her."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Wei Mao.
Everyone knows Wei Mao, that's because he is Miss Yang's eldest disciple.
Wei Mao's eyes felt hot, and he suddenly became energetic. I wonder if the lights in Baohe Hall were too bright, and his shadow seemed to be taller, as if he was not that mediocre doctor. Wei Mao swallowed a mouthful to avoid letting the hot blood rush to his head.
, leaving him speechless.
If a person can't do anything, it will only make him feel insignificant. He cannot let the master down, let alone make himself useless.
Wei Mao pointed to the things in the tray next to him, "First stop the bleeding, then debridement. Here are the cloths used to compress the wound, as well as powder to stop bleeding, and a needle holder. After the bleeding stops, the surgeon will suture...
"After Wei Mao opened his mouth, his nervousness immediately disappeared.
Yang Mo ordered the waiters, "Give all the doctors to change into Baohetang's robes."
"Everyone performs their duties. The most important thing is to assign who does what." Yang Mo did not take her eyes off the patient, her hands continued to be busy suturing, "After the first treatment is completed, the next one must be replaced immediately. Everyone must think
It depends on what you are good at, several people are responsible for one patient, and you cannot change people midway."
This will improve efficiency.
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, another patient came in.
Several doctors glanced at each other and immediately rushed to greet the patient. They immediately carried the patient to the side and then made a diagnosis.
The diagnosis suddenly became more orderly. It was no longer a matter of the patient's family members shouting in panic and the doctor slowly diagnosing the pulse.
Instead, the patient's family members stood aside in shock, as if they didn't believe what was happening before them. Just now they couldn't invite the doctor, but now there were so many people busy inside. The family members wiped the cold sweat from their faces. They didn't know whether it was sweat or just now.
Tears shed in eagerness.
The room was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at Yang Mo, "Does Miss Yang need a blood transfusion?"
Everyone looked at a woman in the middle of the room. Everyone listened to the woman's instructions. The woman stepped forward and asked someone to cover her mouth with a strange-looking thing. Then someone brought a bottle. What should she use?
Something pricked his father's hand.
After a while, he suddenly coughed and opened his eyes twice.
"Xiao Wu, run quickly..." The first thing his father said after he woke up was to tell him to run for his life.
"Dad..." He suddenly burst into tears, "I ran away. I shouldn't have run away. Dad, please don't die. If you die, I will be an unfilial beast."
…
Yang Mo didn't know how long she had been busy, but she felt that the night passed particularly slowly. She went into the inner courtyard to drink water, raised her head and looked at the hourglass, but only an hour had passed.
"Mr. Yan Ge, I'm afraid the situation is in danger." Before Yang Mo could ask, Zhou Chengling had already said.
"Feng Guochang forced Mr. Yan Ge to write an article against thieves, fabricating the illusion that the emperor was being held hostage in the Shangqing Courtyard, in order to mobilize troops outside Beijing."
Feng Guochang had no choice but to jump over the wall.
"Many civil servants in the yamen have been killed. As long as Mr. Yan Ge doesn't agree, Feng Dang will kill people."
"The news we have now is that Mr. Yan Ge was also injured. Feng Dang took off his official uniform and threw him in the yard."
At this time, if he took off his official uniform and threw it in the yard, he would freeze to death in less than an hour. Yang Mo's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, "Then... what should we do?"
"The emperor has mobilized the troops stationed outside Beijing to enter Beijing at dawn at the earliest to control the situation."
This means that many people will die tonight.
Zhou Chengling said: "I will find a way to save Mr. Yan Ge, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The sooner the unrest is ended, the fewer people will die." He looked outside the door and asked, "How is the situation outside?"
Yang Mo said: "There may be many more patients coming. We don't have enough blood, and we don't have enough salt water now. If more people come, I'm afraid we won't have enough cloths."
The ladies boiled water for cleaning, and the cloths did not dry out so easily. They did not expect to deal with such a large number of trauma patients. They had no choice but to wrap the wounds with unsterilized cloth strips. Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling, "
I've already started getting things from your drug store, and if you go over tomorrow and take a look, you'll find that there's nothing left."
Instead, a smile appeared on Zhou Chengling's face, "Go to the front to treat other patients. If...I have something to do here...let Ajiu tell you."
Yang Mo looked into Zhou Chengling's clear eyes and nodded.
…
The yamen is also brightly lit. Although the lights are bright, there is a lifeless feeling everywhere. The smell of blood is so strong that it makes people feel like death. The officials who usually sit in the yamen are now huddled in the corner and shaking.
I know who the rebel party will arrest next time and wipe the neck with a knife.
In the past, everyone wanted to be promoted, but now they wish they were at the lowest rank. The rebels started killing people in descending order of rank. If Mr. Yan Ge didn't agree, he would kill with a knife.
Now Mr. Yan Ge was beaten to a state of disgrace and left in the snow to die.
Chang Yining walked up to Mr. Yan Ge while no one was paying attention, "Mr. Ge, Mr. Ge."
Hearing Chang Yining's voice, Mr. Yan Ge opened his eyes.
"Chang... Yi... Ning..." Mr. Yan Ge was a little surprised, "You... voted... to rebel against the party?"
Chang Yining hurriedly shook his head, "The student pretended to defect to expose Feng Guochang." Unexpectedly, there was chaos in the capital, and Feng Dang took him out of his home. "I saw the second master just now... He had already asked the second master to hide first.
...Now is not the time...We cannot force it...we have to wait until the troops from outside enter the city..."
Mr. Yan Ge nodded, "Rebel the Party... Let's discuss... what?"
Chang Yining whispered: "We have caught Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan, and we are about to bring them here...Mr. Ge...you might as well...pretend to agree first...find a way to delay the time."
Mr. Yan Ge looked at Chang Yining in surprise, "Is this what you want? Black is black, white is white. If you want to imitate others, you must have this ability. I used to praise you for being smart, but for the sake of you
In the future, if you want to be a down-to-earth and direct minister, you must be able to control the overall situation if you want to imitate the inscrutableness of others. If you don’t have that ability yet, you will not become a dog by painting a tiger. When the time comes, you will have to be human and ghost.
.”
Seeing Mr. Yan Ge's cold expression, Chang Yining suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and the last bit of strength that supported him seemed to have been taken away.
Humans are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts, this is exactly what he is like now. He intends to be a capable minister but is pushed away by others...
Chang Yining looked ugly, "Then... what should we do next?"
"I have already thought about the next step." Yan Ge's face was full of wrinkles and looked a bit old, but there was no fear on his face. "Civil officials are not afraid of death. Since they want to be loyal ministers, they have already expected this day. What's the use?
Don't panic until something happens."
Old Yan Ge's hands were tied but he tried his best to stand up. As soon as he stood firm, the rebels immediately noticed him. Old Yan Ge couldn't wait any longer, so he ran a few steps quickly and hit the wall.
"Chang Yining, hold him."
Hearing someone shouting, Chang Yining was stunned for a moment, pretending to step forward to pull Mr. Yan Ge, but his foot slipped and fell to the ground. The ice and snow on the ground made his face hurt, as if someone had slapped him.
What Mr. Yan Ge said is right. He is just a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death. At this point, he still wants to pretend to survive. He doesn't even have the courage to die with Mr. Yan Ge. No wonder Yang Molan doesn't want to stay with him. It turns out that
Her eyes had already seen through him.
He is just a villain.
When Yan Gelao was about to hit the wall, he was kicked in the chest by the guard who came over.
The whole person suddenly flew out and fell unconscious on the ground.
…
Feng Guochang asked someone to help him and walked a few steps quickly when he saw Mr. Yan Ge in the snow. He looked at the people around him and said, "Find a way to wake him up. If you want to die, you have to let him watch all the female members of the Yan family die."
As soon as Feng Guochang finished speaking, someone came to the door and said, "Mr. Ge, it's not good, the army has entered the city."
Feng Guochang raised his head and glanced at the sky. Has his deadline really arrived?
The whole yamen suddenly became chaotic. Someone shouted, "Quickly, send Mr. Ge out quickly." Someone started to help Feng Guochang out.
Chang Yining buried his face in the snow. Next to him was the civil servant who had just been killed. A pair of round eyes were looking at him, and there seemed to be a weird smile on his face, mocking him.