In Jiangbei, Qi Province, which has been revived rapidly, and in several major cities in Hebei Province, traffic safety has become a unique management difficulty.

This is firstly due to the influx of a large number of horses - including the output of China's own horse farms, the seizures on the battlefield, and the imports of the China-Mongolian trade.

According to the State White Paper published by Huaxia itself, statistics at the end of last year, the Huaxia Empire had a total of 220,000 horses, and the number of civil and official horses was large.

In addition, the number of Chinese carts 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, today in China, the number of ox carts, mule carts, donkey carts used by the people, rich and noble people, and public carts owned by the state is incredible.

With so many large animals and so many heavy vehicles, traffic accidents occur because of the shock of the animals.

One of Zhang Zong's companions was seriously injured.

The cause of the accident is actually very simple. When the clerk transported the groceries purchased by Zhang Zong back to the inn where they lived, a crossover carriage driver encountered a collision with the clerk of Zhang Zongbao because he avoided the child who suddenly appeared on the street.

The car accident itself is not serious. Both parties just wiped the vehicles and didn't even need to repair them.

But unfortunately, Zhang Zong’s companion put his legs outside the vehicle at that time, but he was hooked by some parts, cutting a deep bloody hole with bone visible eyes, and bleeding continuously.

Zhang Zong is a person who likes to travel around. His other companions have some experience in this kind of emergency and are quite appropriate to deal with it:

Someone immediately sent the injured to the nearest clinic, some people watched the vehicle that had been hit and waited for Zhang Zong to come over to decide what to do. Naturally, some people hurried over to notify Mr. Zhang Zong.

Compared with other gentry, Zhang Zong was quite friendly to his servants. After he understood the whole thing, he ordered a companion to stay in the store and take the goods prepared by the store back to his residence. Then he got on another carriage and rushed to the clinic.

The clinic is not far from where Zhang Zong is located, and it will arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Zong looked at the sign of the clinic at the door. The name of the clinic was very straightforward: Quancheng Second Hospital.

"Why is it the second hospital? Why not go to the first hospital?"

Zhang Zong asked his companions dissatisfiedly:

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

"Master, you misunderstood." The companion quickly explained: "I asked the locals that this is the best hospital in Quancheng."

"Nonsense, why is it called a second hospital instead of a first hospital?"

"The locals say that this is a sort. The first hospital was just established early, and the second hospital was transferred from the military hospital. Those military doctors are very good at trauma, so the young people came here."

"Oh, so that's it."

Zhang Zong thought that the Xinglin in the north was very modest and would rather be called second.

However, the appearance of this clinic is indeed different: a row of two-story buildings made of a large amount of volcanic ash and large stones, with a large yard at the entrance, covered with low flowers and plants. You can see several people wearing blue and white striped clothes walking slowly on the grass with the help of others.

There are many glass windows embedded in the upper floor of the front row. Some windows are covered with blue curtains, while others are directly opened. Zhang Zong took a look and felt that there should be small rooms behind those windows.

There is a door at the bottom of the building where some people in white and pink robes come in and out.

When the patron knew that Zhang Zong was very curious, he took the initiative to explain: "The patients were wearing blue and white stripes, and all patients had to wear the same clothes when they entered here; the doctor was wearing white robes; the patients were wearing pink..., and the nurse."

“What does a nurse do?”

"Like a doctor's assistant, help me get some help and take care of the injuries." The clerk said in embarrassment: "It's all women, I'm embarrassed to ask more questions."

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

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

Zhang Zong made a lot of friends, and many officers in the Great Zhou army were familiar with him. When chatting on weekdays, those people once told him about the injured camp in the Zhou army.

What should I say?

Well, Zhou Jun’s injury camp is the front yard of the underworld. Any soldier who enters the injury camp (the officer with a way naturally has a place to recuperate alone) is equivalent to being dead.

Because there were no doctors or nurses in the injury camp, there were not even basic golden sore medicines, only dirty tents with air leakage, cockroaches and rats all over the ground, mosquitoes and flies crawling on soldiers' wounds, and wounded soldiers with pus flowing from wounds all over their bodies.

Many soldiers just lie on the ground, not even a layer of thatch, and some even lie next to the sewage puddle and their dead colleagues. Many of the corpses had maggots...

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

Therefore, although Zhang Zong had never seen a clinic (he just took the doctor's home), he could imagine his image in his heart, especially a clinic that was restructured from a military hospital.

I really didn't expect that after preparing to see the scene in the underworld, what Zhang Zong saw was a clean, tidy and even a little too clean.

This place, the walls and the ground are covered with quicklime, and the air also emits a faint smell of sulfur and strong wine.

On both sides of the aisle in the entrance hall are a long row of small rooms separated by large pieces of glass. Each room has a doctor in a white robe. Those doctors also wear white masks and hats, and many even wear gloves.

Looking inward from the glass window, each doctor has a nurse in pink robe next to him. Every time the doctor sees a patient, he has to wash his hands in an enamel washbasin in a small room and get soap.

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

What Zhang Zong didn't know was that those washbasins were not filled with water, but a disinfectant blended with alcohol. This was what Xu Shiyang ordered people to add to the doctor's manual based on the principle that having is better than not. At present, only large hospitals like Quancheng Second Hospital have this condition to be implemented.

The grounds of all rooms and walkways on the first floor were tamped tightly, with no accumulation of water, and no traces of rats, mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, not to mention the more disgusting bugs.

There were several white coats and pink coats standing in the center of the hall. When the patient arrived, they would take the initiative to ask, and guide them to find the corresponding doctor according to the patient and his family's narrative.
Chapter completed!