In Jiangbei, especially in several large cities in Qi Province and Hebei Province, which have been reviving rapidly, traffic safety has become a unique management difficulty.

This was first and foremost due to the influx of horses, including the output of Huaxia's own horse farms, the seizures on the battlefield, and the imports of the Huameng trade.

According to the white paper on state affairs published by Huaxia itself, statistics at the end of last year showed that the Chinese Empire owned a total of 220,000 horses, and the number of private and official horses was quite large.

In addition, the number of Huaxia cars has been showing a rapid growth trend in recent years.

Just as Zhang Zong could easily hire more than a dozen leaf spring chassis carts, in today's China, the number of ox carts, mule carts, and donkey carts used by the people, the carriages used by the rich and nobles, and the public carriages owned by the state are incredible.

With so many large animals and so many heavy trucks, traffic accidents due to startled animals are too frequent.

One of Zhang Zong's companions was seriously injured as a result.

The cause of the accident is actually very simple, that is, when the companion was carrying the miscellaneous goods purchased by Zhang Zong back to the inn where they were staying, a staggered carriage driver collided with Zhang Zong's companion's car to avoid the children who suddenly appeared on the street.

The accident itself was not serious, and the vehicles on both sides were just wiped and not even repaired.

But coincidentally, at that time, Zhang Zong's companion put his leg on the outside of the vehicle, but he didn't know what part he was hooked, and he cut a bloody hole that was deep and bone-seeing, and he didn't stop bleeding.

Zhang Zong likes to play around, and his other companions have some experience in this kind of emergency, and they handle it properly:

Some people immediately sent the injured to the nearest medical center, some people watched the vehicle where the collision occurred and waited for Zhang Zong to come over to decide how to deal with it, and naturally some people hurriedly ran over to inform Zhang Zong and Master Zhang.

Compared with the other gentry, Zhang Zong's attitude towards his subordinates was quite friendly, and after he understood what had happened, he ordered a companion to stay in the store and bring the goods prepared by the store back to his residence, while he got into another carriage and rushed to the hospital.

The medical hall is not far from Zhang Zong's location, and it will be there in a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Zong looked at the sign of the medical hall at the door, and the name of the medical hall on the sign was very straightforward: Quancheng Second Hospital.

"Why the Second Hospital? Why not go to First Hospital? ”

Zhang Zong asked his companions dissatisfiedly:

"Are you worried that the master will not spend money?"

"Sir, you misunderstood." The companion quickly explained: "I asked the locals, this is the best hospital in Springs. ”

"Nonsense, then why is it called the Second Hospital and not the First Hospital?"

"The locals said that this is a sort, the first hospital was only established early, and the second hospital was transferred from the military hospital, and those military doctors are very good at external injuries, so the small ones came here."

"Oh, I see."

Zhang Zong thought that the apricot forests in the north were very modest, and would rather be called second.

However, it does not look like this medical hall: a row of two-story buildings made of a large amount of volcanic ash and large stones, with a large courtyard at the entrance, which is full of low flowers and plants, and you can see a few people in blue and white striped clothes walking slowly on the grass with the help of others.

There were many glass windows inlaid on the front row of the upper floor, some of which were closed with blue curtains, and some of which were directly opened.

There is a large door at the bottom of the building, and there are a few people in white and pink robes coming in and out.

Companion knew that Zhang Zong was very curious, so he took the initiative to explain: "It is the patient who wears blue and white stripes, and all the patients who enter here have to wear the same clothes; Dressed in white robes are doctors; It's ...... who wears pink, it's a nurse. ”

"What does a nurse do?"

"It's like a doctor's assistant, helping to take care of the injured or something." The companion was embarrassed and said: "It's all women, and the little ones are too embarrassed to ask." ”

"It's okay, you're doing the right thing, we can't be unreasonable." Zhang Zong nodded, raised his feet and walked into the door of the hospital's emergency building.

As soon as he entered the building, Zhang Zong suddenly stopped, and he asked again: "Is this really a medical hall transferred from a military hospital?" ”

Zhang Zong made a wide range of friends, and there were many officers in the Great Zhou Army who were familiar with him, and when chatting on weekdays, those people once told him about the wounded and sick battalions in the Zhou Army.

How to say that?

Well, the wounded and sick camp of the Zhou army is the front yard of the underground, and any soldier who enters the wounded and sick camp (officers who have a way to naturally have a separate place to recuperate) are equivalent to dead.

Because there were no doctors, no nurses, not even basic gold sore medicine in the wounded and sick camp, only dirty tents that leaked everywhere, cockroaches and rats all over the ground, mosquitoes and flies crawling on the wounds of soldiers, and wounded soldiers with pus flowing from their wounds.

Many of the soldiers lay directly on the ground, without even a layer of thatch, and some even lay down next to the sinkhole and their dead colleagues, and many of the corpses were ...... with maggots.

Zhang Zong still remembers the expression of the officer who told him about these things at that time - it is estimated that it is not much different from directly seeing the eighteen-story underworld, and it is even more shocking than directly looking at the mass grave.

Therefore, although Zhang Zong has never seen a medical hall (he always puts the doctor directly at home), but a place like the medical hall, especially the medical hall restructured from a military hospital, the image in his heart can be imagined.

I really didn't expect that after being mentally prepared to see the scene of the underworld, what Zhang Zong saw was a clean, tidy and even somewhat overly clean place.

In this place, the walls and floors are smeared with quicklime, and the air smells faintly of sulfur and spirits.

On either side of the hallway were a long row of small glass-cut cells, each with white-robed doctors, white masks and hats, and many even gloves.

Looking through the glass window, each doctor has a nurse in a pink robe next to him, and every time the doctor sees a patient, he washes his hands in an enamel basin in the small room, and he also has to make soap.

After washing once, no matter who looks dirty or not, the nurse will take the basin away and change it with a new basin.

What Zhang Zong didn't know was that those basins were not filled with water, but a disinfectant mixed with alcohol, which Xu Shiyang ordered to be added to the doctor's manual based on the principle that something is better than nothing, and only a big hospital like Quancheng Second Hospital has this condition to implement at present.

The floors of all the rooms and hallways on the first floor were compacted, there was not a single standing water, and there was no trace of rats and mosquitoes, flies and cockroaches, let alone the more disgusting bugs.

In the center of the hall stood several white coats and pink coats, and when they saw the patient coming, they would take the initiative to ask and guide them to the appropriate doctor according to the description of the patient and his family.

It was from these people that Zhang Zong learned that his companion was now in the emergency room A No. 6 in the left corridor on the first floor.