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Chapter 325 Give Me a Chance to See Him Every Day
The south gate was opened, and soldiers went first to maintain order.
Then the doctors categorized the disaster victims into the elderly, weak, disabled, young, sick, and able-bodied.
Then there was porridge and rice, food in large pots and basins, ensuring that every disaster victim had something to eat.
Then there were tents, which were set up neatly and orderly outside the south gate, like rows of houses.
Everything proceeded as Fang Qingyou had suggested: first, the elderly, the weak, the disabled, and the young were settled, and then these disaster victims were brought into Lingnan City.
Then there were the patients, who were placed in a patient tent area outside the city.
Finally, those who were physically fit were placed in the ordinary tent area outside the city.
Because everything was done in an orderly manner, nearly 10,000 disaster victims were settled in just one day.
The disaster victims were overjoyed to see the city gates open, but when they saw that everyone coming out was wearing a white mask, even though they saw a glimmer of hope for survival, they were too frightened to go forward for a moment.
At first glance, the vast expanse of white is indeed visually stunning, and coupled with the fear arising from the unknown, it is inevitable to feel apprehensive, let alone the disaster victims who live in constant fear.
However, upon smelling the aroma of the food, all fear turned into excitement.
Before the operation was launched, many people were skeptical of Fang Qingyou, but seeing that so many disaster victims could be resettled in such a short time, they were quite impressed with her.
However, some people, led by the Minister of Revenue, still looked down on Fang Qingyou. It was easy to resettle these disaster victims, but what about the aftermath?
If these disaster victims have nothing to eat, and they start to riot, the situation could be even more uncontrollable than it is now.
These are the kinds of problems that the Minister of Revenue could think of, as could Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou.
As early as today, Luo Qianmo had already sent people to the Lingnan Mountains to find ingredients. Each of these people had a copy of the ingredient catalog drawn by Fang Qingyou.
After the disaster victims had eaten their fill, some of the strong and healthy young men were assigned the task of finding food.
These people had already seen a glimmer of hope for survival, and now that they were searching for the food they needed to live on, they were naturally overjoyed.
Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou's idea was that the Lingnan Mountains were so vast that the supplementary ingredients they found would be enough to feed these disaster victims for several days. After those days, the imperial court's disaster relief grain should arrive, ensuring that these disaster victims would not go hungry.
Even if something goes wrong along the way, there will definitely be a solution by then.
In addition to food supplies, the disaster victims were also assigned tasks they could manage, such as making tents, sewing masks, and helping to care for other victims.
The influx of disaster victims greatly increased the labor force, making everything much smoother.
Fang Qingyou was busy in the patient tent area. The amount of medicine among the relief supplies they brought on this trip was limited, so they tried to avoid using medicine as much as possible.
Therefore, Fang Qingyou used only one set of silver needles to treat these patients, with Mingyue and Yuefei assisting her.
As Fang Runting joined the team setting up tents, he would occasionally catch glimpses of Fang Qingyou treating patients, and a loving smile would involuntarily creep onto his lips.
My younger sister has grown up; she's no longer the little girl who always liked to hug him and tell him about the outside world.
His younger sister has seen and experienced more than he has ever seen, and is a little girl that even he, as her older brother, admires.
The resettlement of disaster victims was proceeding in an orderly manner until Fang Qingyou discovered several patients with unusual conditions.
These patients appeared to have only caught a cold, but in reality, they had toxins in their bodies.
The pulses of these patients were almost identical to those of the patients from that year. After the diagnosis, Fang Qingyou's delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This is a highly contagious pneumonia virus.
Her grandfather had concocted an antidote years ago, and she remembered the recipe perfectly.
Her concern wasn't that the virus couldn't be cured, but rather that she didn't know how many people these patients had come into contact with, that is, how many people were carrying the virus.
Fortunately, everyone who came into contact with the disaster victims today was wearing a mask, and the mask was soaked in medicine, so unless something unexpected happens, these people will not be infected.
Fang Qingyou suppressed her worries and, while examining these patients, casually inquired about their recent situations, making a list of everyone they had been in contact with.
Fortunately, the patient tent area was designed to group patients with the same symptoms together, and Fang Qingyou arranged for these patients to stay together without any suspicion from them.
After treating these people, Fang Qingyou immediately reported the situation to Luo Qianmo.
Then, Luo Qianmo gave the order for the doctors to bring all the patients with colds to Fang Qingyou, as well as those who had been in contact with patients with lung heat.
Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently: "Eighth Prince, isn't what you're doing a little too obvious?"
Fang Qingyou reported this matter to Luo Qianmo not only because she had to report the situation, but also because she wanted him to find out the other patients with lung heat toxins without leaving a trace.
Because Luo Qianmo has the power to allocate resources and personnel, it is easiest for him to do this.
Instead, he shoved all the people in front of her, clearly telling them that their illnesses were very serious.
Luo Qianmo, however, said matter-of-factly, "Youyou, do you think any other doctor besides you could diagnose these patients with lung heat toxins?"
He would never admit that he assigned this task to Fang Qingyou so that she would have to report to him every day, which would be the same as giving her the opportunity to see him every day.
Fang Qingyou was speechless for a moment. Well, it wasn't that she underestimated the doctors' medical skills, but this lung heat poison was not simple. Back then, her grandfather had spent a lot of time preparing the antidote.
If this were done by a doctor with slightly less skill, it might take several months or even half a year to develop an antidote.
Over such a long period of time, these patients with lung heat and toxins would have died long ago due to the lack of timely treatment.
This is a task that she really has to take on.
She had to think carefully about how to avoid arousing suspicion.
Later, Fang Qingyou was somewhat glad that she had taken on this task, because among all the patients with colds, she actually found more than 20 patients with lung heat toxins, and more than 10 patients carrying lung heat toxins.
Fang Qingyou separated the patients with lung heat and the virus carriers, and prepared corresponding antidotes for these more than 30 patients according to the severity of their symptoms.
In addition, she had large pots of preventative medicine brewed, hoping to kill the virus that might be lurking in the bodies of those who might be carrying the pneumonia virus before it began to cause harm.