1850 American Gold Tycoon

It was a quarter past three in the afternoon when the Sacramento arrived in San Francisco.

Liang Yao prepared white coats, gloves and masks for the doctors that had just been sewn by the garment factory.

Doctors in this era did not have agreed-upon uniforms, especially since most of these doctors were doctors in private clinics, and they usually wore casual clothes when visiting patients.

It was only at the end of the 19th century, when medical and health technology exploded, that the white coat gradually became the standard for medical workers.

Liang Yao doesn't know why later generations chose white coats instead of coats of other colors. However, this is something that has been tested by history, and there is nothing wrong with using it directly.

The reason why he asked these doctors to wear uniform white coats was to make it easier for patients to find doctors in the crowd.

San Francisco already housed 756 cholera patients, and it was already a little overcrowded.

Now more than 1,800 patients have been brought in from Sacramento, making this simple hospital even more crowded.

Fortunately, there were people from the Loyalty Association and the Legion maintaining order in the hospital, so the scene was relatively orderly. When encountering someone who is disobedient, it is just a matter of going up and smashing the butts of two rifles.

The doctors have already discussed on the ship. What they have to do today is to classify these patients into mild, moderate and severe patients, place them in separate areas, and start formal treatment tomorrow.

Liang Yao had also sent the doctors' luggage to a hotel near the hospital. In order to accommodate these doctors and the volunteers who came to help, he specially set aside a hotel to provide free food and lodging for these medical staff.

Sven found out that Liang Yao was in the hospital and came to the hospital alone to look for Liang Yao.

"The San Francisco Shipyard has repaired a small steamship. I hope to incorporate this steamship into my fleet." Sven explained his purpose.

After the inland waterway route between San Francisco and Sacramento was opened, Liang Yao allocated two of the best steamships from Sven's fleet to operate this inland waterway route, including the Sacramento, which Sven couldn't put down.

"Can our shipyard repair the steamship? I remember the report said that the steamship was seriously damaged."

The shipyard successfully repaired the severely damaged steamship, which made Liang Yao feel a little happy.

"The San Francisco Shipyard recruited several experienced ship repairers from among the miners who had previous experience repairing steamships at the shipyard in New Orleans," Swain said.

"It's a good thing. From being able to repair only slightly damaged steamships to now being able to repair severely damaged steamships, we have taken a big step forward. Next, we can try to build small steamships."

Liang Yao rubbed his hands with excitement, his joy clearly visible on the paper.

Transportation in California was congested. For a long time to come, shipping would be the main mode of transportation for communication and trade between California and the outside world.

He could choose to spend money to purchase steamships from shipyards in the eastern United States or even directly from European shipyards.

But buying it directly is far less practical than building it yourself. Moreover, being able to build your own ship can also stimulate related industries in the surrounding areas and provide more jobs for California.

When the gold rush slowly subsides and gold becomes harder and harder to find, the crazy Californians will eventually return to rationality, and the place that was created by the gold rush will also embark on a normal development track.

By then, how many jobs can be provided will determine whether California can develop stably.

"Ship repairing and shipbuilding are two different things."

Sven coughed dryly. He accidentally discovered that Alfreda, Flag's wife, was walking in his direction. He hurriedly left a word to Liang Yao and pulled up his collar to cover half of his face. Then he disappeared into the crowd.

"This restored steamship will serve as my new flagship."

Liang Yao felt confused. It wasn't until he saw Avrilda walking towards him that he suddenly realized.

"Hello Mrs. Flagg, long time no see."

Liang Yao extended his gloved hand to Mrs. Flagg.

"Mr. Liang, I heard that the hospital is short of manpower, so I called a few of my neighbors to volunteer at the hospital, hoping to help."

Avrida shook hands with Liang Yao and said.

Behind her were five or six women of similar age to her, who were looking at Liang Yao curiously. Some people spoke English and some people were discussing something in Spanish.

It's just that the surrounding environment was noisy, and Liang Yao couldn't hear their conversation clearly. But I guess it was also gossip among some housewives.

"We really need manpower, there are more than 2,500 patients here and we only have about 30 doctors. On behalf of these cholera patients, thank you and all the enthusiastic volunteers."

Liang Yao sincerely expressed his gratitude to Mrs. Flagg and those enthusiastic housewives.

"Don't say that. We should be thanking you. Since you arrived in San Francisco, more goods are available in San Francisco, and the prices are cheaper than before. The security situation is also much better. You no longer have to worry about gangsters breaking into your door, looting your property, and threatening you with a knife.

Now you have given generously to build California's first hospital."

"Ahem." Liang Yao coughed twice in embarrassment, "This is what a conscious citizen should do. I remember that your home is a bit far away from here. You and these volunteers can choose to talk to these doctors. Like us, you can rest in the hotel at night, or you can choose to go home, and I will send someone to escort you to ensure your safety."

The peninsula next to São Francisco Bay resembles an outstretched thumb sticking out of the map of America.

The northeast corner of the peninsula is the rapidly expanding urban area of ​​São Francisco.

San Francisco has changed so much that Coney almost doesn't recognize the place.

Two years ago, when he first came to this place, the urban area in front of him was still a village called Yerba Buena Village. The name of the village had a strong Spanish flavor because it had just become the United States of America at that time. territory.

He vaguely remembered that there were only more than 200 buildings here at that time, and only 12 of them were shops.

Of course, just as there were slums in the big cities in the east, there were more than thirty simple wooden houses around the village of Jerba Buena at that time.

He missed the short time in San Francisco very much. During that short but beautiful time, without the control of his father, he felt an unprecedented freedom. Even the air I breathe is more comfortable than before, full of the flavor of freedom.

He could do whatever he wanted in San Francisco with the money his father gave him.

Whoring, gambling, taking opium, drinking, bragging, and getting into fights with the rude miners when he was in a bad mood.

There is no red tape like New York, and there are no annoying patrolmen and sheriffs. After committing a crime, there is no need to go into a cell and wait for his father to pay him to fish him out and then give him a good beating.

If he had money, he would stay in this depraved place until he died of old age.

Since he is a fallen person in the eyes of the world, the most suitable place for him is naturally the place of degradation.

"Listen here, you unworthy guy, this is your last chance. If it's like last time, I will not hesitate to expel you from the Vanderbilt family!"

Vanderbilt gave Coney a stern warning by hitting him hard on the back of the head. He knew what was going on in this little kid's head.