Chapter 604 If I Am Executed, Can I No Longer Starve?

It was also the first time for Viscount Aylwin to see these children. The matter of contacting the orphanage before was not done by him at all——

Are you kidding me? Just send a butler to do this kind of thing. If you have a glass of wine with the director of the orphanage and the corresponding manager in the city hall, put two gold coins in your mouth and explain the reason, you can loan the children out for a day.

...The gold coins belong to the fortress. These children, who are as young as three or four years old and as old as less than ten years old, have already begun to work: taking apart pieces of rags and twine so that they can be made into flax for stuffing ship hulls, etc. If work is stopped for one day, there will be economic losses anyway...

What Grete waited for was a group of children with tattered clothes and obvious malnutrition. Some even looked like they had big heads and small bodies.

Viscount Aylwin specially hired a string of carriages to bring these orphans to the door. However, when they got off the bus, these orphans, who had never been in a carriage, turned pale and staggered. One-tenth of them collapsed on the spot or even vomited directly.

Viscount Aylwin: ...I hired the carriage to give Master Nordmark a good impression! It’s because I’m afraid you guys will get separated! Not for you to vomit in front of the hospital!

Grete had no complaints. He gave an order, and the barbarian security guards led, carried, and hugged the orphans and filed in. Instead of a physical examination, they were led into a large room and shouted loudly:

"Take off your clothes! Take a shower first! Someone will wash your clothes! - Wash all the fleas, lice, and bed bugs on your body first!"

This is a hospital! Hospital! Although the magic circle in the hospital can prevent flies, rats, and various insects and ants from approaching, it cannot stop things carried by people!

If we don't clean up these little things, the health of the entire hospital will be ruined!

The barbarian security guards and the aunts from the nursing team each grabbed a child and scrubbed them.

The dirty clothes they took off were collectively thrown into the bucket, and a bucket of soapy water was poured in. Then, the skeleton nurses jumped directly into the bucket without rolling up their sleeves:

"Three circles to the left, three to the right, twist your neck, twist your butt, go to bed early and get up early, let's do some exercise!"

Raise your hands, lift your feet, turn around, wave your arms, step hard with your legs... the Skull brand washing machine is great at work!

The skeletons are responsible for washing clothes, and the barbarian security guards and nurses are responsible for washing people. After washing, each person is given a set of undershirts and shorts and taken to the clinic on the spot. The healers took the physical examination forms given by Grete and checked them one by one:

Age, gender, height, weight. Vision, hearing, smell. Observe whether there are any bone deformities, listen to whether the lung breath sounds are abnormal, whether there are abnormal heart murmurs...

Grete himself worked in the consulting room. He only waited less than ten minutes before a child with brown-black hair, thin and soft sticking to his forehead, was pulled in front of him by a nurse:

"What's your name?" Gretel motioned for him to sit on the stool opposite and opened the first page of the medical examination form: "How old are you?"

"Bill, sir." The boy lowered his head timidly, peeking at him from under his bangs: "My name is Bill. I am six years old."

This doesn't look like six years old. Gretel made a note, guided him to stand upright next to the wall, and quickly glanced at the mark on the wall: just over one meter. As for weight, the reading on the scale was less than 15 kilograms.

Height and weight are not up to standard. His vision and hearing seemed to be okay, there were no abnormalities in the bones of his limbs, and there was no scoliosis in his spine. His face was pale and bloodless, and he knew he must be anemic without a blood test.

There are obvious traces of frostbite on the hands and feet, and large areas of dermatitis on the skin of the limbs, which should be caused by poor living conditions. The edema of the lower limbs, especially the insteps, is obvious, and the chest, back, and upper body are thin. You can tell at a glance that they are caused by hunger.

Grete sighed, took off her stethoscope and put it in her ear. Before the chest piece was attached, I heard a long growl from the boy's stomach.

"I...sir, I..."

The boy's face was red and he was at a loss. Grete sighed and patted his head:

"It's okay, there will be food later. Come, sit down, and I will exhale when I tell you to breathe, and inhale when I tell you to breathe in..."

There was no heart murmur and no abnormal breath sounds. But Gretel knows that this situation is just a fragile balance:

Malnutrition and frailty make children's resistance extremely low. A cold wind or an epidemic may kill them.

"Okay. Next!"

The boy was led out timidly by the nurse. The next child was led in, and soon he turned his head to listen to the clear cheers at the end of the corridor:

"There's something to eat! There's something to eat!—and there's meat to eat!"

The child on the round stool in front of him twisted, stretched his head to look out, and his chest naturally moved away from the stethoscope. Grete did not scold him, but tilted his head together and sighed in ecstasy.

This one is also malnourished. Other than malnutrition, there wasn’t much of a problem. Also, given the living conditions of these children, children with congenital diseases may not even live to be five or six years old.

He quickly finished the examination, and the child ran out the door without anyone's guidance. Soon, another cheer sounded in the hall at the end of the corridor:

“Give me a bowl!—Give me a bowl!”

Viscount Aylwin walked in quietly. Silently, he sat in a corner of the consulting room, watching Gretel examine the orphans like a fluid. After a while, while one child ran out and the next child had not come in, he asked in a low voice:

"Is this useful?"

These are just some orphans! He was taken out of the orphanage in the morning and sent back again in the evening! What would change if they had a full meal here, or even a piece of meat?

Such an experience, left in their memory, will only make these orphans more miserable!

Grete hesitated to speak. Just as he was about to answer, someone in a consulting room outside shouted:

"Mage Nordmark! Come and take a look!"

Gretel immediately ran out. Listen to your heartbeat, listen to your breathing, and then shake your head:

"This is normal. The position of your chest piece is wrong. It should be a little further to the left-"

After the instruction, he returned to his consulting room, looked at the next child, and then smiled at Viscount Aylwin:

"This may not solve the problem. But this is the only thing I, our medical clinic, can do for these children."

During this physical examination, Oak Grove Hospital prepared a physical examination meal for each orphan. Two slices of buttered bread for each person, a glass of milk, a piece of cheese, a bowl of broth with a piece of meat in it -

Give them a memory of being full, an experience of eating meat, add some nutrition to them, and let them accumulate a little energy to fight against diseases. Maybe, there is such a child, so he can survive a disease?

In his previous life, he also helped Fei. Those children in poor areas are malnourished and suffering from diseases. Maybe they are cured this time, but they will die next time.

But does aid work make sense? Of course there is. Kindness and help turn into a river, and if it trickles, it will be good even if it changes the fate of the child just a little bit.

Viscount Aylwin also fell silent. After a while, he whispered:

"In my castle, I should be able to hire five - well, maybe ten orphans. Anyway, give them a bite to eat, and when they grow up, they will also be the subjects of my territory."

Grete nodded and smiled at him. Adopting, raising, educating these orphans, and even improving their conditions requires too much manpower and material resources. Even if he could provide the money, he would not have enough manpower and energy to supervise the people who raise them.

He chatted with Viscount Aylwin for a few words, and continued to go in and out of various clinics to guide the therapists in identifying heartbeats and breathing sounds:

Two children were suspected of having bronchitis, and one of them was given a therapeutic procedure to solve the problem;

There was a child who was suspected of having myocarditis caused by a cold, and it was treated with a photoshoot;

There is also a child who sounds like his heart sounds are wrong, but actually has a bit of chicken breast, causing the auscultation site to be wrong...

Grete had been busy all day and was sweating profusely. Fortunately, the day was not without success. After a busy day, he finally brought a seven or eight-year-old boy to Viscount Aylwin:

"This child also has congenital heart disease. The type and degree are different from Mr. Ling's. However, it can be examined in the same way and treated in similar ways."

After checking two to three hundred children, only this one was found. Viscount Aylwin was a little frustrated, but seeing how busy Gretel was, he could only accept the result.

He winked, and the housekeeper beside him immediately rushed out. After a moment, he brought in the director of the orphanage:

"This child is seriously ill." Viscount Aylwin raised his head proudly and nodded the boy with his chin:

"This pastor, Mr., is now willing to treat him. This treatment may be a little dangerous, but it can cure him - here at the orphanage, do you agree to the treatment?"

"Your Majesty the Viscount, what are you talking about?" The director of the orphanage bent down slightly. The buttons of his half-worn black formal suit almost fell apart at the belly. He held a velvet hat in one hand and smiled broadly:

"It is his honor that the noble spellcaster is willing to treat him - as for danger, how can there be no risk in life?"

Grete looked on and couldn't stand it anymore. He took the child a few steps away, squatted down, and looked at the child with straight eyes:

"You've got something serious, heart--something's going on here. Did you know that?"

"No, I don't know, sir." The boy shrank back, pressed his back against the wall, and shrank down again. Gretel turned a blind eye and did not scold him for "staining the wall" or "staining the clothes", and continued to ask:

"I hope to treat you now - this treatment may be dangerous and may cause you to lose your life, although the possibility is very small. However, I will protect you very carefully - then, are you willing to let me Cured?"

The boy was silent. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then touched his belly - it was warm and full, and he had just eaten a full meal today - and raised his head, speaking expectantly:

"Sir, if I die, will I never feel hungry again?"

Gretel turned his head sharply, his nose sore.

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