Chapter 626: If You Can’t Attack, Learn From Him and Then Spread It on a Large Scale
Aunt Thalia quickly answered the call.
This nun is the leader of all female priests in the Great Temple of Nevis. He is over seventy years old, and his spellcasting level is as high as level 12. Because he has been immersed in the grace of the goddess, he looks like a fifty-year-old man, with strands of silver on his temples that are not completely white yet.
She took the information from the chief priest with her thin fingers and read ten lines at a glance. After reading it once, and then again, the wrinkles on my face became deeper and deeper, and my expression was stern, even faintly sad:
"Two months, two hundred people, no one died? - Is it reliable?"
"It should be reliable." Priest Moria nodded cautiously:
"Perry has been at Oak Grove Medical Center for almost a month. As far as he knows, he has not seen any maternal deaths. Moreover, I have also paid attention to this Nordmark mage. I have never heard of any fraud in the papers he published before. thing."
"You mean the one about heart surgery?"
Aunt Salia took a deep breath.
In the past, there were a huge number of bacterial-related and infectious-disease-related cases, and she did not verify them one by one; however, heart surgery attracted much attention, and she found out the addresses of all ten cases through connections and visited them one by one:
Each one of them really existed and lived one month later. In Baita's query system, you can even find the angiography images of each case, including heart beating, blood flow, and clear comparisons before and after.
"Thalia, in the name of the goddess, I want to ask you a question. Over the years, what is the approximate mortality rate of mothers who have given birth under the care of our temple?"
Salia's face immediately became heavy.
In the goddess's teachings, protecting the family and taking care of women and children are very important responsibilities, and most of the female priests in the temple are doing this.
From the little girl who entered the temple for training to the leader of the female priests of the great temple, she has cared for more than a hundred mothers and delivered babies. The screams, pain, and death are all vivid in my mind without the need to recall them——
"At least one percent," she murmured. "Even if the most experienced priestess with intermediate magical skills delivers the baby, at least one out of a hundred women will die..."
Except for a few professionals, most of the aristocratic women who are qualified to be delivered by the Priestess are physically weak. Unlike peasant women and poor women who often still do physical labor until the day before giving birth, many aristocratic women do not even have the physical strength to survive the long delivery process.
Among them, the physical support that low-level magic can provide is extremely limited. Priestesses who are above level five and still working in temples are even rarer than male priests who are above level ten.
Most of the female priestesses in the Spring Temple are aristocratic women. They begin to receive education at the age of seven or eight, and formally study divine arts in their teens. Often after advancing to the first or second level, they go home and get married.
In fact, many female priests obtain magical ranks just to add a beautiful dowry to themselves. Once you get married and your goal is achieved, the things you have studied so hard can naturally be put away.
Even if a few ambitious Priestesses don't want to give up, having children, nurturing babies, and taking care of housework can consume their last bit of energy and pull them away from the career dedicated to the goddess.
For this reason, after many years of running-in with the nobles, the Spring Water Temple gradually formed a tacit understanding:
Accept donations, recruit some noble girls, provide education and training, let them marry as trainee priests and low-level priests, and at the same time build relationships with nobles;
Recruit some young girls with outstanding talents from poor backgrounds, requiring them to remain unmarried for life and to serve the goddess devoutly. At the same time, they are given opportunities so that they can have more opportunities to improve in divine arts.
However, in the initial stage, aristocratic girls who have received family education since childhood and have family support always have a better foundation and learn faster.
She pulled back her thoughts, shook her head sadly, and began to slowly read through the records again. One, two, three...one hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred.
Two hundred women giving birth. Prenatal care, blood tests, preparation for blood transfusions. About 80% of births are natural under the guidance of midwives. About 20% are converted to cesarean section due to early cesarean section, or if things go wrong during normal delivery.
No one died.
"It would be great if we knew this..." She lowered her head and murmured. "If we had...teacher, she wouldn't be..."
Her teacher, Aunt Claire, was invited to deliver the baby of a duchess. The childbirth was not smooth, one body and two lives were killed, and the furious Duke... beat him to death on the spot.
That tragedy caused great shock. The priestesses gathered in front of the statue and prayed day and night without sleep. The twinkling candlelight never went out for seven days and seven nights.
Finally, the chief priest personally took action and gathered high-ranking priests from several nearby temples to put pressure on the Duke. The event ended with the Duke, clothed in sackcloth, walking barefoot from the entrance to the Temple Square into the main hall and performing sacramental penance before the goddess.
Naturally, donating a large amount of compensation is also indispensable.
However, the deceased cannot come back after all. After being sold to the temple by her parents, Sister Salia, who was still young at the time, became an orphan once again.
"Can we learn this technique?" Sister Salia raised her head from the file and looked at the chief priest expectantly. The chief priest sighed and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, round after round, round after round:
"You can learn it, and the Nordmark mage didn't prohibit others from learning it. But Salia..."
He turned to the last page of the record book. On the summary form, the "number of maternal deaths: zero" was extremely shocking. The chief priest stared at the line of words, as if the huge zero character would suddenly fly out of the paper and bite him:
"Bacteria. Plague. Purifying water sources. Up to now, it's also the technology of delivering babies. In the future, will a magician have the final say in fields related to the goddess?"
"But the mortality rate doesn't lie!" Sister Salia said urgently:
"How many mothers have died under the care of our temple, and how many have died under the care of Oak Grove? Anyone who is interested will know once they check, this cannot be deceived!"
"Yes..." Priest Moria sighed deeply. The domain of the Ares Temple is warriors, battles, and wars. They have no interest in learning cesarean section techniques, and they have no clients;
Deism mainly serves poor people and does not constitute direct competition with them;
Only the magicians have always been in competition with them. Grab resources, grab magic materials, grab connections, and grab students. Now, do you want to snatch even the right to speak within the scope of the goddess's priesthood?
"We send people to learn from him... That would be equivalent to admitting that he created this technology and he has the final say. From now on, in terms of maternal delivery, our temple will always be lower than him."
With this head down, it would be difficult to lift it up again.
"But if we don't learn, no one will come to us in the future. Children born by caesarean section...under the care of divine magic, will recover very quickly and without any pain..."
The nobles and magicians who can afford it will only rush to grab the surgery slot, and will never endure the long and painful natural childbirth again.
The chief priest began to knead his eyebrows. If this is an unknown little guy, either he can be recruited into the temple with a huge profit; or he can be suppressed secretly so that he cannot make his voice heard; or he can be killed quietly without disturbing anyone.
In history, the Spring Temple has done all the roads.
But not this Nordmark mage. In terms of faith, he is a believer in the God of Nature, and he seems to be a devout believer;
In terms of background, his teacher is a legendary mage, who is much stronger than himself. Legend is angry, and no one here in the Great Temple of Nevis can catch it;
In terms of channels, this guy has published an article on "Arcana" and an article on "Magic" this year alone. As for journals such as "Ordinary Magician's Monthly", publishing articles is simply a casual matter, and you don't even need to use the teacher's power...
"Otherwise, let's send more people to learn from him." Grandma Salia lowered her head and thought for a moment, and quickly made up her mind. Techniques need to be learned, and the interests of the temple must also be taken into consideration. There are ways to get the best of both worlds:
"If necessary, all the female priests I have here can be sent over. Once you learn how to do it, spread it out on a large scale immediately."
By then, the Spring Water Temple will have sufficient manpower, high level of spellcasting, and wide connections. As long as most of the nobility turned to them, who created the technology of cesarean section, so what?
There is nothing wrong with letting a false reputation gain benefits. Even if they lower their heads, female priests are already a weak force in the Spring Temple. It doesn't matter if you bow your head to others a little more.
Besides, even if we only need to save one more pregnant woman...
Even if only one of the female priestesses who took this path could be beaten to death by their family members, and one less person could not bear the blow and changed careers due to the death of the person being cared for, that would be good!
She raised her head, her eyes burning:
"I can even lead the team myself. Three months, half a year, or even a year is not a particularly long time for us. For the glory of the goddess, it is only a moment."
High Priest Moria lowered his head and pondered. Divine arts, magic, power, financial resources, temples, and beliefs were all flipping back and forth in his heart. Finally, he finally stood up:
"Let me think about it first. If necessary, go to the oak forest to see for yourself and see how that kid does it. If this skill is really strong...if it is really worth learning, and you must learn from him himself …”
Aunt Salia curtsied and left silently. Soon, she called a carriage and took her beloved female disciple straight to the Oak Grove Medical Clinic.
seeing is believing. I want to see for myself how powerful this technology is!
The Spring Temple and the Oak Grove Medical Clinic are almost at opposite ends of the city: one is in the core of the aristocratic area, and the other is on the edge of the slum area. The carriage rolled and rolled, and after walking for a long time, I saw a sparse landscape ahead, with newly planted oak trees swaying outside the wall.
Starting from the woods, a long line of carriages almost blocked the street in front of the hospital.
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