Chapter 271 The Healing Power Is Enough to Be Beautiful!
Chapter 271 The healing power is sufficient—what a beautiful thought!
Three silver stars... Grete counted them silently in his heart.
The magician badge changes to a different color at level five, three silver stars, five plus three, and the opponent is an eighth-level magician. Even if Gretel is calculated as a fourth-level arcanist - approximately equal to a level 7 magician, he is still one level lower than his opponent.
According to the common etiquette of magicians, he took the lead in bowing his head slightly and saluting the other party. The speaker also returned the salute, then half-turned around, facing the clergy in the auditorium, and bowed gently:
“All along, the healers—servers of the God of Nature, priests of the God of War, priests of the Goddess of Fountains, and magicians of the medical branch of the Conjuration School—have taken good care of our city. .
In the city, whether we are sick or injured, we can get treatment just by walking into the temple.
In the countryside, servants of the God of Nature travel across the wilderness, bringing comfort to villagers in the mountains, forests and fields.
Even poor people who are helpless and cannot afford a penny can receive free treatment. To this end, the council spends 500 gold coins per month on treatment fees and 50 gold coins on medicine fees to set up a treatment center in the port area. Let the urban poor receive free medical help.
——Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the healers..."
He bowed deeply again. In the auditorium, several senior clerics smiled and nodded to each other. The applause from the rows behind them, as well as the four rows of seats opposite Grete and behind the speaker, from low to high, from sporadic to uniform, was so enthusiastic that it almost broke the roof.
A flush appeared on the magician's cheeks, his arms waved, and he continued to talk. There was a wave of applause in the conference hall, and after three rounds of applause, the magician bowed to all four sides and sat down gracefully. The applause lasted for a long time, and the clerk presiding over the meeting waited patiently for half a minute before raising the gavel and ringing the bell on the right:
"Master Gretel Nordmark, do you have anything to say about the necessity of establishing public health institutions?"
On the rostrum, the eight jury members exchanged glances with each other.
To be honest, they don't agree with the fact that the healing power is enough. Just look at the City of Glory - how they were forced to do it!
However, this news is still blocked. Except for the legendary mage, only a few of them knew that the large-scale magical spell that alarmed the Magic Council was to cure the plague in the city.
Little Gretel, how will you argue?
Grete stood up impatiently. He adjusted his magic robe, and just as he was about to speak, his sleeves were folded, and the oak staff in his hand fell to the ground. Grete's face froze and he had to stop speaking and bent down to pick it up.
There was a small burst of laughter in the auditorium. From the corner of his eye, Gretel saw the Archbishop of the God of War Temple leaning toward Elder Wood, seeming to ask something in a low voice, and the two of them laughed together.
Gretel also smiled secretly. Like the previous one, he bowed to the rostrum, the auditorium, and the speaker opposite, and then spoke calmly:
"Your Excellency the Archmage, distinguished healers, ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I would like to thank all the healers for their hard work, taking care of the residents of this city for many years. Only with your dedication can this city be prosperous. Safety."
In the auditorium, the Archbishop of the Temple of the God of War nodded and smiled, obviously listening very much. To his right, the high priest of the Spring Temple looked bored. To his left, Elder Wood raised his eyebrows in surprise, with words written all over his face, "What evil are you holding back?"
Gretel looked away. He dug into his space bag and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper. Turn it over twice, pick up a pile first, and raise your voice:
"But I want to say that this kind of healing power is completely insufficient when dealing with emergencies!"
There was a commotion in the auditorium. Several high-level healers have not yet responded. Behind them, the nobles and businessmen are jostling each other, poking their heads and vying to observe the faces of the people in front of them. Gretel remained calm, turned to the rostrum, and gently pushed the manuscript paper:
“This is a paper I submitted to Parliament in February this year, titled ‘On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Outbreaks of Dysentery’.
The paper takes the dysentery outbreak in Heartland City last July as the research object. Starting from the large-scale admission of patients in various temples, 14 were admitted on the first day, 47 on the second day, and 200 on the third day. However, with all the treatment power in the city, no more than 100 patients could be cured in one day. name. "
On the rostrum, the great magician of the conjuration department waved his hand gently. The paper flew up and landed in front of him. In the flash of light, one turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. The members of the jury each had a copy, and soon they reached the part that Grete was talking about, and even an extra copy was sent to the other side of the discussion table.
The magician who spoke earlier quickly flipped through the pages. As he flipped through the pages, he whispered:
"But the plague only happens once every few years..."
"Many times." Gretel immediately picked up the topic: "I'm talking about infectious diseases, that is to say, diseases that can be transmitted from person to person. Plague, cholera, dysentery, tuberculosis, diphtheria, scarlet fever, smallpox, Chickenpox, leprosy—"
When he said a word, the other person trembled subconsciously. After saying a dozen words, the magician from the medical branch turned seven or eight shades darker. Gretel pulled out another stack of papers and pushed it forward:
“In 1163, chickenpox killed 37 people, smallpox killed 278 people, and dysentery killed 129 people.
In 1165, a cholera outbreak occurred, killing 15,237 people. "
There was a quick commotion in the auditorium. Grete saw the Archbishop of the Ares Temple nodding while speaking to Elder Wood. Opposite, behind the magician, the sound of whispering was so loud that Grete could hear it effortlessly:
"Yes, there was indeed a great plague when I was a teenager. I hid in the countryside for a summer..."
"My brother and sister died at this time..."
"Three people in my family died..."
The magician opposite looked even worse. He suddenly interrupted loudly:
"Where did you get this record? More than 15,000 people - did you count them one by one?!"
"The original record is the weekly death statistics of the city hall! In the database, the past 100 years are all there, and I took the past 20 years!" Gretel looked into his eyes without evading, and raised his hands high. The table inside was rotated left and right to show everyone present:
"Data entry and calculation are the work of the Thunder Tower Spirit. In the lower right corner of the form, there is the secret mark of the Tower Spirit, which can prove it!"
A beam of light flew down from the podium and landed on the lower right corner of the form. There was a thunderclap, and a lightning-like phantom flashed across the conference hall and exploded over everyone's heads. The great magician who took action nodded slightly:
"It is indeed the secret mark of Thunder Tower. - Mr. Nordmark, please continue."
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