The village chief took a deep breath and said, "Let everyone go to the square in Xialing Village. They have grabbed a lot of things and have already set up tents in the square. Let everyone go and get shelter from the rain."

"Okay, let's move everyone there. I'll check it out for everyone."

The village chief sighed again and began to organize everyone to go to Xialing Village.

The distance between the two villages is not far, only 500 meters.

But today, the distance of just 500 meters has become a world of difference.

Shangling Village is gone, and the entire village was buried by mudslides.

In Xialing Village below them, although several houses were washed away, other families suffered no damage.

Looking at the crying villagers in Shangling Village who were drowned by the rain, the people in Xialing Village also felt the same way.

They have set up tents in the square, including plastic sheets, canvas, and various tents, but they can still be regarded as a shelter from the rain.

However, the square was too small after all, and could not accommodate more than 600 people from two villages. Some people had to find shelter from the rain on their own.

Du Heng ignored the village chief's arrangements and began to check the people present.

The good news is that these people are indeed just like the village chief said, they just have some bumps and bruises and the problem is not serious.

The bad news is that these people were all caught in the rain and were left feeling cold.

Now it's late at night, and with the rainy days in recent days, the temperature is extremely low, and many people have begun to shiver.

Moreover, the incident happened so suddenly that the villagers rushed out to grab valuable things from home, but they did not bring any clothes to keep out the cold.

If we just spend one night like this, everyone will get a bad cold.

The young people were a little bit better, but most of the people in this group were old people and children, and they couldn't bear such a severe cold.

As a last resort, Du Heng could only find the village chief again, "Uncle Zhang, I need you to find some clothes for everyone to change. If we resist like this all night, I'm afraid the elderly and children won't be able to bear it."

The village chief looked around at the trembling people, then lowered his head and went to the village chief of Xialing Village, "I'll make arrangements. You can take a look at the big guys' injuries."

Du Heng saw the village chief leaving, and he no longer worried about the matter. He called the leader to explain, then joined Du Fei and the other three village doctors, and began to rub alcohol and iodine on the bruised people.

After wiping a few people, Du Heng suddenly thought, is this kind of treatment of trauma by applying alcohol an effective treatment?

I had an idea and took the time to look at the statistics, and there were actually a few more numbers.

efficient!

Du Heng wanted to slap himself to death, but he was also confused. He had always thought of effective treatment in internal medicine, but never in surgery.

Now a brand new door has been opened for him.

He seems to have found a way to fix the bug.

However, this still needs to be tested.

He looked back at Du Fei and the others, and quickly shouted shamelessly, "Brother Fei, let's divide the work. I'll apply iodophor alcohol for disinfection, and you can help bandage it."

Du Fei and the other three didn't have any objections. Du Heng said whatever he said would be whatever he said.

Du Heng holds a medicine bottle in one hand and a cotton swab in the other. As long as there is a bump or bruise, no matter how big or small it is, he will wipe it twice.

Walking and wiping all the way, looking at the rapidly rising numbers, Du Heng felt that he had found a way to fix the bug.

There are more than 600 people, which can be said to be more or less.

Moreover, Du Heng only applied iodine and rubbing alcohol. When it got slightly brighter, he also finished his work.

In the middle of the night last night, the annoying rain finally stopped.

The village chief not only found clothes for everyone, but also brought a lot of firewood and piled it into several small piles under the tent so that everyone could light a fire to keep warm.

There was a fire and dry clothes, but the old man and the child still inevitably showed signs of trembling and drowsiness.

The village chief sighed and walked around twice, and ran in and out several times to see the people. Finally, he had the courage to let the elderly and children live in the houses on the edge.

The young and middle-aged people, both men and women, all stayed in the square, paying attention to changes in the situation at any time. If anything went wrong, they would immediately help the elderly and children evacuate.

The young and middle-aged people had no objection, and they all sat in front of the fire in the square. Although there was a tent on the top and the smoke from the burning firewood filled the air, the people under the tent also felt a slight warmth.

The empty and confused looks in his eyes made Du Heng feel very uncomfortable. Even though he had swiped more than 600 data due to a card bug, he was not happy at all.

Because these people’s homes are gone!

"Brother Fei, please make a trip and get all the isatis root from your clinic and make some soup later. If this continues, we will all have severe colds in the morning."

Du Heng called Du Fei on the side and gave instructions. Du Fei did not refuse and left directly.

In fact, Du Heng still has a choice now, which is to leave it alone. When all these people catch a cold, he will use the cold cure card to deal with a wave of bugs, which should increase the data by another wave.

However, his conscience and professional ethics prevent him from doing such a thing.

As the sky became brighter and brighter, people in the nearby villages also heard the news and rushed over carrying shovels.

Then, under the organization of the cadres of each village, everyone started cleaning up from the periphery.

The villagers in Shangling Village were all lifeless and kept eating the food sent by the villagers in Xialing Village.

Suddenly, someone saw the helping villagers and saw them excavating the buried village.

After a moment of confusion, he took a hard bite of the steamed bun in his hand and rushed back to his village.

When someone moved, others couldn't sit still either.

one, two, three

All of them, men and women, rushed towards the buried village with food in their hands.

Du Heng didn't sleep all night and his eyes were a little dry. Looking at the people rushing back, Du Heng took out his phone and asked, "Daughter-in-law, are you awake?"

"I didn't sleep last night. How are you doing there? Are you okay?"

Du Heng looked at the group of people walking back, hesitated and said, "I'm fine. There are no casualties here. It's just that the whole village was buried. The financial losses are too great."

"It's good that no one was injured. If the money is gone, you can still make it again."

earn?

Easier said than done.

They are all farmers. They have worked with their backs to the sky and their backs to the earth all their lives. They have no skills or knowledge. Now that they are old, where can they earn this family business?

In this case, if the government does not provide assistance, some people may not be able to survive.

"Daughter-in-law, I want to discuss something with you."

"you say."

"I won't go to your house today, I think..."

"It's okay, I know. You can go to my house anytime. You should be busy over there now. I'll call my mother and tell her."

"Thank you, wife."

Du Heng took a steamed bun and followed the crowd up.

It was dark last night and it was too dangerous to get close to the village. He didn't see anything. He just heard from the village chief that the village was buried. He thought about a lot of pictures in his mind, but he didn't feel it intuitively.

Now seeing the villages that had been razed to the ground and the hills that had half disappeared, Du Heng could not speak for a long time.

The village was really buried. The collapsed back mountain, carrying mud, water, sand and gravel, completely filled the entire village.

The newly built two-story building is a little better and has not collapsed. The upper floor is exposed on the ground. The large bungalows are also OK and are quite solid. Even in the yard, the houses are already filled with sand and gravel.

The worst thing is that those old houses were directly destroyed by sand and gravel.

For a new house made of masonry, if you dig around, you should be able to find some things and belongings. The house can continue to be used if it is reinforced.

But those old houses have nothing left.

The people who came back looked at the scene in front of them and suddenly felt sad. They cried again and again and ran towards their homes one by one. The scene became chaotic.

Fortunately, the village chief of Shangling Village was there and sternly reprimanded this messy behavior.

The village chief once again gathered everyone, called everyone, and organized everyone to act together.

But as the village chief spoke, his eyes started to roll around, and then he started to panic, "Who saw Zhang Xi?"

Everyone looked at each other and said they didn't see it.

Now the village chief panicked.

It was dark and chaotic last night. He called people from door to door, but then he forgot about the bachelor and thought he had run away.

"Think about it, have any of you met Zhang Xi?"

Everyone still shook their heads.

Suddenly a person in the crowd said loudly, "We were drinking together last night. Did he not run out?"

The village chief's eyes widened, and his tone was full of anger and confusion, "Have you been drinking? Is he drunk?"

The man who spoke also panicked, "He drank two kilograms of white wine, and he was a little wobbly when he walked away."

"Fuck", the village chief swore violently, two kilograms of liquor.
Chapter completed!