Fenghua was shocked, and when he remembered it, the squad leader was scolded to death by the cane, and he said to save him temporarily. So he was talking about saving these people!

Her blood surged into her heart, a good soldier died in vain, and a group of people waited here for death like this, what is the reason?

If it had been three or four years ago, she would have jumped up and gone directly to the commander of the Hudu Battalion to ask what was going on. But two years of military camp and one year of business experience, coupled with knowing many strange things through the intelligence network, she also learned to be patient.

Seeing that Wang Qianhe had already put pen to paper, she asked, "Will the Tai Hospital send someone?" Didn't you say the doctors didn't want to come?"

"The letter is addressed to my father, and I write down the number of people in it, and he will do it. When the people are in real trouble, these medical officers have a mission to save people, not voluntarily or involuntarily!"

It can be seen that Wang Qianhe's anger in his heart is no less than his own, but he still calmly writes the situation clearly.

The little divine doctor is really sophisticated but not sophisticated, and Fenghua secretly admires it in his heart.

"Qianhe, you add another sentence, if the hospital is understaffed, you can mobilize the power of private doctors, I think Xiaoqi will make arrangements when he hears the news." She admonished, "By the way, copy a copy to me, just in case."

Wang Qianhe nodded, picked up the pen and wrote again.

She whispered to the people sent by Ye Yanqi, "You also have to spread the news."

Later, Wang Qianhe personally went to ask Hudu Camp to send people and deliver the letter, but the person did not send it, but the letter said to help send it.

It's just that he didn't know that the letter was sent, but not to his father, and the sentence in the letter, "The situation is urgent, so the two identical letters are sent separately" made the other party move to kill in advance.

"Fortify and intercept another letter." The man on the throne said lightly, "It can't be used by me, what's the pity that the little miracle doctor is dead."

It was late at night, and the suburban village was lit up after a few days of silence, because the epidemic was acute and the death toll was rising, they could not wait, otherwise they would sit and wait for death.

With the initial treatment, the villagers gradually let down their guard, helped the doctors clean up the site together, placed the sick in different areas, boiled water to remove poison, covered their faces for prevention, and burned the corpses.

Soon, the small village was in order as Wang Qianhe had envisioned.

At the same time, Fenghua asked the villagers here to help inform the other villagers, including the beggars and homeless people in the abandoned temple, they knew each other more easily, and it was much better to trust each other than their own people to shout.

Gradually, more and more villagers came to hear the news, and the isolation ward continued to expand.

Wang Qianhe asked those who were not infected to go back to their homes and not gather, but because there were their own families in the ward, many people were reluctant to leave, but sat at the other end and waited.

There are more and more people, and the scene will inevitably get out of control.

"Why did you cut in line, I came first."

"I'm going to die, let me go to the front first."

"What are the beggars squeezing, we will cure you first!"

Fenghua took one person to maintain order, Wang Qianhe took two medical officers to see the doctor, and the other eight people boiled the medicine and fed the medicine, so busy that their feet did not touch the ground, and they were hungry and did not stop.

In the end, Fenghua's voice was hoarse, and if she saw someone at the scene, she didn't say much, and directly fell down.

But seeing the black people coming from far and near, she almost blackened her eyes, "How many people are there in the village? Does anyone know?"

"The village chief just knew that they had already slipped away."

"Lao Xiucai should also know, but he is sick, I don't know if he is dead."

Fenghua grabbed two people who were not sick, "You go and bring that Xiucai to me."

Then she drew her silver whip and shouted, "If there is anyone who does not follow the rules, do not blame the whip in my hand for not having long eyes. The five of you help keep order."

Looking at the crowd that gradually subsided, she squeezed back to Wang Qianhe's side, "There are too many people, if you don't rest, you will soon fall."

Wang Qianhe looked back, the hands of the people who were boiling the medicine were shaking, and a few of them were vain, "I brought three medical officers, and you brought two medicine boys, they will not be able to stand it, they will rest for two hours first, and you will also go to rest."

"You're the most tired ......"

"It's okay, I have some kung fu on my body, and it won't be difficult for me for a day and a night." Qianhe gave Fenghua a reassuring look.

After Fenghua arranged for the medical officer and the medicine boy to rest, someone shouted, "Doctor, Lao Xiucai has brought it here."

Lao Xiucai's head and beard were white, his whole body was hot, his eyes were closed, and he looked dying.

Wang Qianhe arranged him in an intensive care ward, and after the diagnosis, he said, "I can't survive the dawn. Does the elderly have a family? I'm going to take a strong dose of medicine, but this is the first dose, and there is a high chance of failure, so I want to ask his family if they agree."

He wanted to treat Lao Xiucai as a drug tester, but he also knew that many people would rather die of illness than be a tester.

"Not really." Fenghua replied, "The villagers said that he had been taking the examination all his life to gain fame, but the best thing was to get a showman, he was not convinced, so he lived in this village, and he must take the exam every time, and he did not marry."

"Then let's feed the current decoction first and see how it goes." Wang Qianhe sighed.

Suddenly, Lao Xiucai's hanging hands clenched and nodded as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Fenghua was surprised and confirmed again: "Old man, are you willing to try the medicine?"

Lao Xiucai nodded twice.

Wang Qianhe immediately ran to the medicinal materials area and personally dispensed, decocted, and fed the medicine. Soon, the old man came to his senses, and his eyes were wide open.

"It's finished?" Fenghua is delighted.

But Wang Qianhe still frowned, "It takes an hour or two for the fever to subside, and then it will be counted." If the heat continues to rise, there will be no way to return to the sky. At the moment, there is no room for optimism."

A dose of medicine down, it should be a slow fever reduction, slow sobering is the medicine, this old man is too fast, I am afraid that it will be more auspicious.

Fenghua has read a lot of medical skills recently, understands the truth of this, and looks very serious.

"The suburban village has taken me in for more than 40 years, and I can test the medicine for everyone, and I can die of old decay." The old man spoke.

"How are you feeling right now?" Wang Qianhe asked Lao Xiucai about his symptoms one by one and prepared for the follow-up drug test.

Fenghua recorded on the side, and finally asked, "How many people are there in the suburban village?"

"The village consists of six villages, and this is the outermost and least populated rain village, with 60 households and a total of 531 people......

Lao Xiucai was afraid that he would not have a chance to say it in the future, so he said it clearly and clearly.

However, Fenghua and Wang Qianhe were shocked when they heard this, there were more than 5,000 people in the six villages, plus there were many abandoned temples between the villages, and there were about 1,000 beggars and homeless people on weekdays.

But a few days ago, for some reason, beggars and homeless people near the suburbs of Beijing gathered in the suburbs of North Village, an increase of about 2,000 people.

The dead were first found in the abandoned temple, and there were dozens of people at the beginning, and later there were also people in the village, and even some pigs and cows died. As a result, more than 1,000 people ran out, but most of them could not afford to go and were reluctant to go.

Later, soldiers came to surround the suburban village, and it was too late for everyone to escape.

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