Chapter 613 Midwife Training Program Starts!

Of course there is no magic for hair growth.

Even if there were, Gretel wouldn't.

Of course, this does not prevent the completion of the operation from reaching 100%, nor does it prevent Gretel from easily earning 850 gold coins (this is the key point).

Although when Sir Harrington left, he looked at Gretel with an extremely sad look, which reminded Gretel of a shaved dog...

Grete shrugged and continued to go into the laboratory to fight the blood test magic. One day, two days, not even a clue. On the third day of work, Pastor Joanna excitedly informed him:

We have negotiated with several almshouses in Nevis and the midwives employed by the almshouses. The day after tomorrow is the day when the first class will be held to train and standardize midwives!

"That's really good news."

Grete murmured.

There are three almshouses in Nevis. Two years ago, the number of poor people accommodated was more than 2,000 and less than 3,000. The number of poor people receiving out-of-hospital relief, that is, receiving regular cash and in-kind relief, is about 40,000.

Medical services are also purchased with money from the city hall as part of the relief provided to the poor. This included hiring midwives to deliver babies, and they were paid the average price of a poor birth: one silver coin for each service rendered.

There were not many midwives who accepted this offer, only about ten of them. At this moment, Joanna got through to the poorhouse and gathered them all.

Before Gretel entered the classroom, she heard them chatting and joking in rough voices. From time to time, he slapped his thigh, and his harsh laughter could be heard through the door:

"Let me tell you, I delivered a woman that day. She was very beautiful and looked like a girl from a nice family. But guess what - she didn't have a wedding ring! That kind of woman,"

She made a disdainful snort through her nose, as if to emphasize how chaste and pious she was:

"It's better to be dead!"

Gretel pushed the door open silently and went in. In an instant, the entire classroom fell silent. The old woman who spoke hurriedly put the wine bottle into her pocket. In her panic, the cork of the wine bottle was knocked to the ground, and she quickly bent down to pick it up:

With a "pop" sound, the green glass wine bottle fell to the ground, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

Gretel pretended not to see anything. He stood on the podium and his eyes slowly passed over their gray hair under their dark headscarves, their slightly stooped bodies, and their cuffs and skirts. The old blood stains could not be washed away. Well, the health situation is worrying...

Joanna followed him in. The young female pastor stood on the edge of the podium, pointed at Grete, and raised her voice:

"This is Mage Nordmark, a sixth-level magician, a sixth-level Nature God Priest, and the owner of the Oak Grove Medical Clinic. Stand up!"

The midwives stood up unevenly and bowed or curtsied. He was slurring his words, muttering things like "I've met the mage" and "Salute to the priest".

Although he was saluting, the look in Grete's eyes was mixed with fear, doubt and contempt, as if to say:

What did this man bring us here for?

Is this man going to deliver a baby?

This man wants to teach us how to deliver mothers? !

Grete pretended not to hear. He raised his right hand, pressed it down slightly, and said in a calm voice:

"Perhaps you don't know who I am. I am the owner of this medical clinic; I am the inventor of cowpox, which was rolled out across the city some time ago and everyone must be vaccinated; it is I who initiated and promoted the vaccination of the whole city. The supply of clean drinking water in the city and the construction of public toilets throughout the city.”

Visible to the naked eye, the midwives' eyes changed from fear to shock, from shock to admiration. Each of them had personally experienced those events that shocked the whole city, and they had discussed who the promoters were. It turns out that this is the person in front of me? !

"I am not telling you how high my status is when I say these words." Grete glanced at all of them and continued to speak calmly:

"But I want to tell you that I have always had deep concern for the sick, the weak, and the poor. And pregnant women are also a part of the medical system that needs to be taken care of, and you are the people who most directly care for pregnant women. So, I asked you to Come, train you—"

His tone suddenly turned harsh:

"In addition, I also say these words to let you know that I have considerable influence in the city hall. If anyone can't learn, can't learn well, and doesn't follow what I teach, I can easily do it and let him The workhouse won’t hire you!”

This threat is straightforward, realistic, and easy to understand. The midwives sitting under the podium immediately started making a noise:

"What can we do if we can't learn?"

"I don't even know how to read, how can I learn this! Pastor, you must not be unreasonable!"

"My poor little Lila... I have given birth to 13 children in my life, and 11 have died. Only this granddaughter is with me... If I am fired, how will she survive!"

We argued, argued, and cried, almost running out on the spot, slapping the ground and crying. There were about ten people, making a noise that was as loud as that of more than twenty people. Even the little snake poked its head out from the oak staff and stared at the scene with its tongue hanging out.

Grete wanted to hold up her forehead, but she couldn't lose her momentum. Instead, Joanna stepped forward and slammed the table with a loud bang:

"Shut up! I don't know you yet?! How many words do you know, how much do you know, and how do you work on a daily basis? Others don't know, but we, the priests, don't know yet?!"

She stared menacingly at the women below, and the flame patterns on her cheeks were so bright that they almost flew out of her body. With a loud shout, the midwives all shut up.

...My sister is mighty.

Grete silently gave her a thumbs up.

Joanna didn't look at him. She looked down with pressure and continued to yell:

"I won't let you fail to understand or learn what I'm teaching you, but don't even think about cheating! - Now, stand up and do the simplest thing first! Roll up your Sleeves rolled up above your elbows, wash your hands!”

Turn on the tap.

Pick up the soap.

Seven-step hand washing method.

If possible, brush your hands three times.

The clothes worn during delivery and all delivery equipment used must be sterilized.

This alone can make the maternal infant mortality rate plummet——

In the 19th century, Dr. Semmelweis, the "father of hand hygiene," used this rule to reduce the maternal mortality rate from 12% to 1%;

Researchers at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health, the world's No. 1 school of public health, report that neonatal mortality rates in rural Nepal dropped by 44% just because birth attendants washed their hands. As much as %.

Yes, wash your hands.

Just wash your hands.

"I wash my hands before delivering the baby, when I touch the mother, and when I touch the baby! If you can't do this well, don't do this job!"

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