A sick person must also be healed, and the rules of the Qianjintang cannot be broken.

Zhang Jinwen looked at the crowd that was constantly rushing towards the Qianjin Hall, and was in a hurry, so she asked Zhufeng to bring the green ox and build a shed next to the city wall in front of the Qianjin Hall.

"Put up two wind-proof huts, and let the wounded man stay outside and heal, and bring the wounded woman and child into the house to heal. According to the first-come, first-served rule, if it is particularly urgent, go in and call me. ”

Among the crowd of people who watched the excitement, there were family members of patients, and there was no shortage of enthusiastic melon-eating spectators, who saw that Qianjintang was willing to treat patients, and stepped forward to help, and soon set up a long canopy the size of a dozen or so rooms.

There were not enough beds in Qianjintang, and some people spontaneously moved tables, chairs and benches from their own homes and placed them under the shed.

Zhang Jinwen asked the middle-aged man with the broken leg to be lifted to the bench, and asked Zhufeng to cut the man's trouser leg, revealing the fleshy calf, and the onlookers screamed.

It turned out that the man was not from Chang'an City, but he was looking for relatives recently, and he happened to encounter an earthquake, and heard someone crying under a collapsed house.

The rescued old lady was safe and sound, and her family couldn't find the stretcher, so they dragged the middle-aged man who rescued the person to the hospital.

Zhang Jinwen looked at the middle-aged man's fracture, the blood was still flowing, and the calf was not deformed, indicating that the fracture was still relatively easy to treat, and the top priority was to connect the broken leg to stop the bleeding.

"Senior Brother Zhuqing, if you come, just do what I did last time. Are you sure? ”

"Yes!"

"Senior Brother Zhufeng, I'll leave it to you here."

"Yes!"

Although Zhang Jinwen treated Zhou Zhengyi's broken leg, she was also helpless at this time, and she still had children and female patients who needed to be treated.

A gust of wind blew in, carrying a chill.

Zhang Jinwen hurriedly went to the medicine cabinet to get the medicinal materials, and handed them to Xia Lan with a few large packets of medicine: "Cook in a cauldron, go to Zhuying to help, cook the medicinal soup for children's convulsions first, open one more on the stove, and then cook other medicines, don't be mistaken." ”

After an earthquake, the wound is actually very easy to treat, as long as there are enough medicinal materials, it can be cured. The psychological shadow caused by the earthquake disaster is difficult to cure, but among the people who have difficulty in solving the problem of food, clothing, food and clothing, no one thinks about the impact of psychological shadows, let alone attaches importance to this aspect.

Zhang Jinwen also read in the medical books of her ancestor that someone escaped from an earthquake or an avalanche or a major disaster, and was very happy when he first picked up a life, but soon after, when he lost his relatives or the trauma he suffered no one understood, he began to lose. This loss is "worse than injury".

Like the injured middle-aged man just now, even if he is prescribed medicine, I am afraid that there is no place to boil it.

Zhang Jinwen simply prepared the medicine and asked Xia Lan to boil the medicine together.

In this way, Zhang Jinwen was busy non-stop.

She never knew that there were so many children in Chang'an City, and one ground moved, almost all the children in Chang'an City were shocked to her.

Regardless of whether you are sick or not, whether you are injured or not, everyone who hears that Qianjintang not only treats children, but also gives them free medicinal soup, hulala, they all come.

Most of the people who came were from the neighborhoods near Qianjintang, and some were outsiders living in Chang'an City, and there were even children from Fanbang Yidi.

Aunt Zhang felt sorry for Zhang Jinwen, and personally brought the Ganoderma lucidum soup and meals: "Jin'er, there are so many patients, you can't finish it, or eat something first, you have the strength to see a few more patients." ”

Zhang Jinwen took advantage of the time to drink a few mouthfuls of soup, thinking about the homeless people outside: "Aunt Zhang, or, set up a pot outside and boil some batter for everyone to drink, it's cold, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it." ”

Aunt Zhang simply loves such a Jin'er to death, she will make a move when she should make a move, and she is generous and kind: "Okay, I'll take the bamboo core to get it." ”

"Have the guests of the Xinglin Pavilion left?"

"Not yet, it's Mrs. Tang's old friend, and they're chatting. When the ground moved just now, it was the old man Qian who said that it was okay, it was okay, let's not panic. ”

"Master Qian knows it's okay?"

"Yes, when you're free, just ask Mrs. Tang. I first asked the bamboo core to build a stove, now it gets dark early, and there are many people, so don't make a mess. ”

The movement here of the Xinglin Pavilion is quite loud, but there is no panic, first, there are soldiers patrolling the city wall walking by on the top of the city wall from time to time, and the people who watch the excitement do not dare to make loud noises. The second is that Yu Linwei's people have also come to patrol twice, and the order outside the Qianjin Hall is better than usual.

Aunt Zhang set up a large pot next to the canopy, and the aroma of the batter attracted many neighbors.

"Don't worry, it's boiled, it's all shared, queue up, there is only one bowl per person." The batter is also filled with a calming powder, which can at least calm the frightened person.

This medicinal powder was temporarily prepared by Zhang Jinwen, she always felt that this ground movement was a little strange, without any warning at all, and she had never heard the locals talk about it in Zhongnan Mountain.

Just when Qianjintang was administering food and medicine, Zhou Zhengyi sent Luo Qing over. Look at how Zhang Jinwen is, Zhou Ziyu is not in the capital, he, as a father, always has to do something for his eldest son, after all, they will be a family in the future.

Zhang Jinwen and Zhou Ziyu were separated for more than a month, and Zhou Ziyu was not heard from, which shows the degree of secrecy of the war.

Now that Luo Qing is over, Zhang Jinwen hurriedly took Luo Qing to the study of the Xinglin Pavilion and asked carefully.

"Excuse me, do you know the news of General Zhou?"

"Lord Zhou only ordered the little one to come and greet the little lady Zhang safely. Q: Does the little lady need help from anything? ”

Zhang Jinwen was slightly disappointed: "You also saw it, my side is very good, go back and thank Master Zhou for me." ”

Luo Qing actually knew, but Lord Zhou didn't give orders, and he didn't dare to say it: "Don't worry, Little Lady Zhang, General Zhou will definitely be fine." ”

Zhou Ziyu and they trained for nearly a month, and only then took 10,000 horses to Taiyuan, and left the capital for less than ten days, and there was no war report back to the capital, and they didn't start attacking Taiyuan.

Zhang Jinwen couldn't get news of Zhou Ziyu, so she had to wrap a few bottles of pills for Luo Qing: "These are pills to calm the nerves, take them back to Mrs. Zhou, Lord Zhou." ”

Luo Qing thought for a while and asked, "Little lady Zhang, do you have enough manpower here?" I see that you have porridge, idle people and other people from three religions and nine streams, do you want me to go back to Lord Ming Zhou and send some people to help you? ”

Zhang Jinwen couldn't wait for someone to help, so she immediately replied, "Okay, I'll wait." ”

The opposite of the orderliness of the Qianjintang is the imperial court.

There was something wrong with the sky, and Qin Tianjian didn't predict it.

Although it did not cause any major losses, the officials in the court used this as an excuse to accuse the emperor of inaction and accuse the prince of living a luxurious life, and flew into the imperial study of the Manna Hall like snowflakes.