[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Another headache for Liu Xun is medical problems.

There are a total of two hospitals in the town, and they can usually perform some small and medium operations such as cutting the appendix and repairing the bones, and have to be transferred to the city for serious illnesses.

There are not many ICU wards, and basic operations are still maintained, but most of the doctor visits and treatments have basically stopped.

Forty percent of doctors were assigned to the military headquarters, and most of the high-end drugs that could not be reproduced were withheld, and many drugs such as cephalosporin and amoxicillin were also hoarded.

Although everyone's life is valuable, what is more worrying than someone's headache, brain fever and stomach pain is the unknown when the epidemic will break out.

The epidemic is an impermanent thing.

Even in modern times, bird flu and spring and autumn flu cannot be prevented, let alone this completely strange ancient times.

Liu Xun knew that in the future he would have to bear all the responsibility for these blames, but he also had to send troops to strengthen the control of the hospital and drive out those troublemakers.

In modern medicine, the goal of treatment is very high.

Diseases like small scabies, enteritis and fractures are what everyone tacitly wants to be cured.

As for cancer, even if you don't know whether it will be cured or not, you should try your best.

But at present, even the thermal power plant does not have enough energy to fire, and the pharmaceutical factory does not know that production will resume in the Year of the Monkey. The existence value of the only few batches of medicine in the town is like gold and silver.

This is also a very unspoken fact: the next new patients may not receive deeper treatment.

Diabetes, high blood pressure, chronic diseases and serious diseases are difficult to have connecting drugs.

Even if the pharmaceutical factory is open, there are no corresponding raw materials and formulas to produce high-precision medicines.

People in their town can only accept this status quo - there is no room for change.

Liu Xi ordered the martial law to be guarded, and at the same time as the daily patrol and counting, he also started a new job.

That is the comprehensive digitization of library materials and documents.

He personally went to the house of Director Wu of the Power Supply Bureau, and even laughed and threatened soft and hard words, temporarily approved sufficient power supply for the whole afternoon, and mobilized forty or fifty teachers and twenty government supervisors. , and start large-scale entry and storage.

This behavior is actually a bit mentally retarded for most people.

The mayor slapped his head and decided to store all these books on the LAN server, which was a bit unreasonable.

Triple backup is not a real deal, after all, who can still turn on the computer now, and the mobile phone doesn't know where to throw it.

Zhao Qingyu happened to go to borrow a new communication textbook that day, and almost bumped into Uncle Liu when he opened the door.

"—Call me brother!" Liu Zi raised his hand to press down on the little man in his arms, and instinctively warned, "Don't call me uncle!"

Zhao Qingyu said hello with a small head, and turned to look at the scanners and three or four mainframes spread out on a table.

"Are you afraid of the damage caused by the flames of war?" He blinked and said, "Or are you afraid of moisture, flood, and thieves?"

Liu Xi signaled his secretary, Sun Ci, to ask about the progress of the bibliographic registration, and whispered, "Data is eternal."

If the paper is burned or soaked in water, most of its contents are impossible to recover.

But the data is different.

Whether it is a document or a picture, thousands of elephants will be condensed like a speck of dust, light and difficult to erase.

Looking at the busy figures of everyone, Zhao Qingyu suddenly thought of the scene of explosives being tested on the playground of the middle school next door in the past two days, and turned her head and said, "Uncle Qian is still busy at the school?"

"I don't know." Liu Xi flipped through "Politics" and said casually, "Miss him?"

"No," Zhao Qingyu mused, "Don't you think it's too inefficient for the school to make these military supplies?"

Isn't this a ready-made workshop assembly line...

Liu Xi chuckled, and knocked on Zhao Qingyu's head with the back of the book: "Believe it or not, if I mention the matter of criticizing the telegram to Old Wu, he can chop off my head."

The power reserve in Jiangyin Town is just so small. At first, it was planned to make do with it for six months. Later, six or seven departments came to him every day to bother him, Director Wu Gong. The six-month budget was reduced to three months. Now I am afraid. Have to shrink again.

Wu Gong usually has a carefree personality, but now he was so annoyed that he closed the door of his house tightly. If it weren't for Liu Zi singing Shibamo at the door of his house, he really wouldn't be able to open the door .

The mayor was not ashamed to a certain extent, and it was not something Wu Gong could resist.

"I don't know what you guys think..." Zhao Qingyu said in a low voice, "But I think that after Yangzhou is taken down, we should continue fighting north."

Liu Xi was still forced to read the book, but he was a little confused by this brat: "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Qingyu raised her head, looked at him and said, "There is oil and coal in the north."

"..."

Mayor Liu signaled Sun Zhi to go to the side for a rest first, and come back later to report on the situation. He only raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said, "Where did you hear that? You guessed it yourself?"

Zhao Qingyu grinned and took out two old books.

The font above is similar to Chinese, and because the structure and shape of the characters are not too different, Liu Zi can recognize it.

It is "Taiping Huanyu Ji" and "Mengxi Bi Tan".

"The front one has nearly 150 volumes, and the latter one is not much less." He handed the book to Liu Xi, with a smile in his voice: "The two books in your hand are the ones I asked Brother Hu to use glass Beads and glass bottles are exchanged at the bookstore."

and many more?

When he was thinking of going to Pinggong Town, Hu Fei felt that he couldn't find anyone for a few moments.

Zhao Qingyu, a clever little ghost, actually ordered someone else's book back?

"How many volumes have you changed?" Liu Xi carefully flipped through this ancient book of poor quality, and the vertical layout of a few lines was a bit dizzying.

"He picked six or seven books, mainly looking for information on geography."

Zhao Qingyu added: "I took the time to finish reading the book, and I will write a report for you later."

"...You don't even have punctuation marks," Liu Xi showed a scrutinizing expression: "Zhao Qingyu, you are really a little monster."

"Congratulations." The boy smiled and added, "Our location is called Jiangnan, which is south of the Yangtze River, and there are endless mountains to the north, and there are many ready-made mines—if you can handle the currency, go directly to the mine. It’s okay to hire thousands of people to pick their mountains.”

After all, this is the stupid son of a rich businessman, who doesn't even blink when he says he wants to buy a mountain.

Liu Xi resisted the urge to complain, and was about to say something when the walkie-talkie on the table next to him suddenly rang.

"Liu Zhen, are you here?"

The voice was a little blurred due to the distance.

But even if you covered your ears and listened to the smoky voice, you could still guess that it belonged to Qian Fan.

"What's the matter, what do you say?"

Qian Fan's side seemed to be a little noisy, and the background sound didn't know what was making the noise.

"We have finished researching the situation of the defenders in the three cities of Yangzhou - yesterday and today we sent people to drive and ride over to investigate."

"Because it has been peaceful here for 30 years, the city is full of excitement and relaxation, and the guards outside the city are just a symbolic shift on duty."

His voice did not reveal the feeling of joy, but he felt that every word was chewed before he said it.

"I've decided to go out tonight."