Chapter 469 Miss Silver Dragon’s Nurse Team (Like the Black and White Silent Film Leader Plus Update 76)

Cerira's request to be vaccinated against cowpox was only a joke. Seeing the black lines on Grete's face, she smiled and waved behind her:

"Come on, it's your turn!"

"Okay, Miss Serira!"

The responses sounded unevenly. Soon, about 20 men and women lined up neatly and stood in front of Gretel.

"I have already made an agreement with the nurses! Grete, give them the... what... smallpox vaccine!"

Cerira was proud of herself. And Gretel glanced at it and immediately raised his forehead.

Ah...this team of nurses...no matter how many times I see it, I still find it a bit irritating...

At the head of the queue was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old. Her blond hair is smooth, her eyes are blue, and her cheeks are rosy and have some baby fat. Wearing an extra-small white nurse uniform, she looks delicate and timid, making her lovable.

Seeing Gretel, the little girl's eyes lit up. She held up the hem of her nurse's uniform meaningfully, straightened herself up, and curtsied:

"Mr. Nordmark, here I come!"

"It's Jenny, you're here too." Gretel nodded to her. Looking up and looking back, behind Jenny, two, three, four, five...

In short, there is a row of women, ranging from their 20s to their 40s. He is strong and strong, and his two broad palms are rough and cracked. It seems that he is used to doing rough work. Wearing a standard nurse uniform, the visual effect can only be said to be okay.

Behind the women, there is a row of barbarians in nurse uniforms...

Cerela, what are you doing with the barbarians? No, even if you get a group of barbarians, why do you want them to be nurses?

Although nurses also need strength, such as pushing patients, such as making beds and so on, there is no shortage of people to do rough work in the hospital! We have to carry water, carry things, and mop the floor. Wouldn’t it be nice to have skeleton soldiers?

It also has its own appearance, which can be changed regularly, and the appearance is above average... Even if you let barbarians be nurses, don't let them wear nurse uniforms!

If it doesn't work, why don't you ask me in advance? It’s not like male nurses don’t have standard attire, so don’t just copy the female ones!

Even so, Grete had no intention of changing into a nurse's uniform. If Cerela didn’t mention it, he wouldn’t mention it:

I can't be blind alone!

Cerira created a team of nurses, not entirely for fun. On the one hand, she was entrusted by Grete, and on the other hand, she was in Nevis during this period, and her life was a bit boring.

Gretel is too busy. There are journals to read, papers to write, and new spells to learn. The bosses need to pay a visit, and the apprentices' homework needs to be checked...

Writing project reports, applying for research funds, one after another, he has to worry about everything.

Being so busy, I naturally have less time to accompany Miss Yinlong. After a month, Serila was wandering around, bored out of her mind:

You don’t need to learn third-level magic. You can’t go to other people’s mage towers. Reading journals is meaningless——

Ta Ling MOSS doesn't even chat with her anymore!

According to what the necromancer said, if we continue to chat, MOSS will be ruined by her...

And the black cat, after being petted by her once, saw her from a distance and immediately ran away without a trace.

It’s so boring!

Super boring!

So boring!

If only there were microscopes to play with, infrared and ultraviolet rays to play with, and plenty of kelp, sea stone flowers, beef, and corn to boil and add acid and alkali...

Seeing that Serila was about to explode out of boredom, and had to choose between flying home or finding a place to sleep, Gretel had no choice but to use a trump card:

"Serila, otherwise...can you help me train a group of nurses?"

"What is a nurse?"

"Nurses... are people who know some medical knowledge, assist in treatment, and help doctors take care of patients... They don't necessarily have to know healing techniques, and they don't have to be spell casters, but they are very important assistants to doctors..."

"Then I can't be a healer?"

Miss Yinlong was immediately unconvinced. Is it enough to know “some” medical knowledge? You don’t even need to be a spell caster? Why are the requirements for me so low? Are you afraid that I won't do well?

"Of course you can." Gretel quickly smiled and reassured her:

"Your spellcasting level is much higher than mine, so it's no problem to be a healer. But Cerela, the number of trained healers is very small, and it's impossible to use them..."

He saw Miss Yinlong's clouds suddenly turning sunny, and couldn't help but smile:

"If some people with simple training - I mean, it is simple compared to the healers, but actually very complex and strict - can be added, the healers' energy can be greatly saved, and many more people can be helped. Moreover, injured, People who are sick will feel much better.”

"But……"

Miss Yinlong rolled her eyes, still feeling something was wrong.

No matter what, if you can't become a spell caster, you will be lower than a spell caster. Asking her to lead these people seems to lower her status?

"Of course, there is a special reason for asking you to do this." Grete quickly struck while the iron was hot before she could think clearly:

"It's normal in this world for spellcasters to look down on ordinary people. But if it's Serrela, she won't look down on them, right?"

"Hehe... Of course!" Miss Yinlong smiled and narrowed her eyes. Although in Grete's opinion, this smile is basically equivalent to:

I won’t look down on them in particular, because in my eyes, spell casters and ordinary people are all the same...

Serreira dove headfirst into building a nursing workforce. In order for her to get started as soon as possible without any connections, Grete donated his villa and the servants in the villa.

To be honest, he hasn't lived in this villa for more than a few days since he got it. Rather than letting the servants sit idle and clean day after day, it would be better to set some of them out to do some serious work.

Little Jenny was chosen in this way. She had been reading books in Gretel's house for a year, and she could basically read common words without difficulty. Gretel had originally intended to send her to learn magic——

However, after Miss Yinlong's appraisal, the little girl seemed to have no talent for casting spells.

Gretel is actually quite confused about Miss Silver Dragon’s appraisal. The main reason is to doubt her standards - you don't use the Dragon Clan as a benchmark, do you?

However, after crying all night, the little girl took the initiative to become a nurse with her eyes red and swollen. Grete thought for a while, but there was no reason to stop her:

There are only a few people who are literate, but with such a little girl here, she can share half of the management work for Cerela. If Miss Yinlong likes it, if she slips anything between her fingers, her future journey will be much easier.

Next, Jenny’s mother recommended several washerwomen she knew, all of whom were honest and willing to work and had helped her before. The cook in the house recommended two relatives, Aurora's maid, and two acquaintances.

It was said that the number of people was almost enough, but Cerira counted the number of wards and clinics, and felt that there were too few people and too little strength, so she exchanged some words with Bernard and brought in a few more barbarians...

Fine……

Madam, just be happy...

Anyway, you recruit people and you are responsible for training them. If the female nurses fail the assessment, they will be directly demoted to wash sheets. If the male nurses fail the assessment, they will all be sent to work as security guards, raise rabbits, sheep, pigs...

Grete drew out a row of injection needles and injected them one by one. Every time you hit someone, you must first ask:

"What's wrong with you recently?"

"Have you had any illness recently? Pneumonia? Liver discomfort? Dizziness and headache?"

"Are you pregnant?"

"The injection we give you in your arm can protect you, but there is also a small chance of you contracting a serious disease. Of course, we will definitely treat you, but we still need to confirm, are you willing to be vaccinated? - No It doesn’t matter if you are willing, everything is based on your own free will..."

Grete asked, while Carlos, who was sitting on his right, was recording desperately. After recording, push the form out and smile at the other party:

"If everything is confirmed, you can press your fingerprint here - yes, dip it in the ink pad box first, and then press your fingerprint. Okay, thank you..."

Why do you want to keep these records? All these washerwomen are hired. What do you ask them to do? They are only obedient!

Grete noticed his gaze and just smiled softly. It's still too early. If this young man is willing to take the medical route, some principles and constraints of medical ethics will be taught to him slowly. He just finished asking the peasant women and then started to ask the barbarians:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable lately?"

"No! We are very strong!"

The male nurse at the front of the queue patted his chest. The sound was so loud that Grete almost got kicked on the spot.

Okay, I know you are strong, I know you are strong...but you still have to ask! Give me the answer!

One asked, the other took note, and Anivea next to her was responsible for the injection. After the nurses had finished processing everything, Grete stretched himself, pulled Cerira, and walked towards the research room at the back. Well, vaccine development and so on.

Walking around a corridor, I suddenly heard several washerwomen chatting quietly not far ahead:

"This thing... can really make us suffer from smallpox?"

"Who knows. Master asks you to do it, how dare you not do it?"

"Didn't you say it was voluntary?"

"Tsk! - Of course it's voluntary. The master hired us voluntarily too!"

Serila raised her eyebrows and was about to rush out to ask. Grete hurriedly pulled her, Cerela stopped and turned her head, seeing that there was no anger on Grete's face, but a serious one, and she listened quietly:

"You said... if you put things from cows on us, will it make us grow cowhide?"

"It's nothing to do with cowhide. Anyway, the hole in my house is already dead. If you grow cowhide, you won't be afraid of being beaten. Just don't grow horns..."

"If you have a cow...that, you have to die of joy!"

"Damn old lady, I'm going to kill you!"

The topic took a turn for the worse. Grete shook his head and could only lament that the senior nurse and head nurse drove their car and ran them over the young doctor's face. He dragged Cerira and slipped away quietly, returning to the study before letting out a long sigh:

“There’s a long way to go!”

Open up your notebook and start writing. Cerela turned her head and saw what he recorded:

"People are quite repulsive to cowpox... they are worried about cow parts growing on their bodies... When publicizing, you can consider not mentioning the source of the vaccine..."

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3000 words!

Another update completed!

There are... 17 left... (I feel like I'm about to be drained)

(Believe me, worrying about growing horns was the same stupid thing the British did back then.)