章 647: Burn My Own Fingers

Letting them come based on sequence numbers might be simple and effective.

He acted as soon as he got the idea. He found a piece of wood, cut it into the size of a matchbox, polished it to get rid of the wood chips, and carved a medicinal character on it with a knife, as well as a number on the back.

Wang Yao made 20 small plates like that. He could only see one patient at a time, and they could be used in the cycle.

The wooden plates came in handy. A patient held a plate and saw the doctor based on the sequence number like a queue number. The patients quickly got the hang of it.

In recent days, it had been pretty cool. The highest temperature was no more than 77 degrees, which was comfortable. The weather made it nice to hang out.

Three men came to the village in one car. They looked a little older than 20. The license plate showed they were not locals.

"Is it right here?" one of the young men asked.