Chapter 627: Throw Dirty Water on Me and My Patient? Let’s Go to Court! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus 6 Updates)

Aunt Salia tried her best to look out through the car window.

One carriage, two carriages, three carriages...

The road that could accommodate four carriages running parallel was blocked by carriages that came from nowhere.

And they are all dark carriages. The walls of the car are either painted black, or hung with black gauze, or even worse, covered with a layer of black cloth. Beside the carriage, two rows of men in black looked solemn and solemn, walking forward slowly, covering their faces and crying loudly.

There were also two large carriages, surrounded by fences and without roofs, carrying a band playing music. Tuba, trumpet, French horn, bagpipe, cello, viola...

The music is so touching and pathos that if you stand nearby and listen to it for half a minute, your nose will feel sore.

What's happening here?

Grandma Salia tried her best to recall the surrounding map and confirmed that except for the Oak Grove Medical Clinic, there was nothing noteworthy nearby.

Those slums and small workshops obviously cannot afford to hire such a horse-drawn carriage team. Even if someone dies, at most a few idlers are found, or a broken truck carries the coffin, and two people follow behind on foot to cry. This is the ultimate funeral scene among the poor.

So is Oak Grove Medical Clinic in trouble? In this display, is it because someone was treated to death in the medical center and their family members came to make trouble?

Aunt Thalia coughed, and the two knights guarding the carriage immediately urged their horses forward, shouting to get out of the way. The black carriage in front obviously didn't want to go against the temple, so it reluctantly squeezed to the side to make way.

The light carriage with the daffodil emblem hanging on it moved forward quickly. Not long after, the red cross flag with a white background on the roof of the small building on the street was fluttering in the air, coming into view clearly.

A little further forward, at the entrance of the small building, barbarian guards lined up, surrounding a young spellcaster. He was wearing a strange white robe, with a double placket and single-breasted buttons, and a large pocket on the lower left, lower right, and left chest.

Whose robe is like this? Aunt Salia searched her memory, but couldn't find anything. Magicians either wear round-neck robes or fashionable clothes such as tuxedos. None of the eight major factions have this style...

Observing carefully, the spellcaster was only wearing a V-neck dark green singlet under the white robe. The texture is rough, the cut is hard to describe, and the aesthetic... it doesn't cinch the waist, doesn't outline the figure, it's just a pocket.

Even so, it did not affect his status here. Behind the security guards, a dozen spellcasters stood in two rows according to their rank. Everyone was wearing those weird white robes, and half of them even had the same style of singlet.

It looks like a medical clinic uniform?

Aunt Thalia thought to herself. Although the barbarian guards at the entrance of the building were lined up, they did not look like they were facing a formidable enemy. When they saw the carriage coming, there were people who came to guide them.

The reason is that opposite the flow of black carriages, there is a magnificent carriage parked majestically. In front of the carriage, two female magicians flushed with anger, pointing at the opposite side and cursing:

"If you are narrow-minded, go back and die! Don't cause trouble to others! Don't bother the healers! I delivered your wife's baby and even found something wrong with her! x-on:#$%&..."

So is it because of the delivery? Aunt Thalia nodded politely to the barbarian guard and helped the student out of the car. She hid behind the barbarian and watched curiously. The quarrel ahead was still going on, but the man’s relatives couldn’t stand it, so they simply directed the band and turned up the volume:

"Woo~~~Woooo~~~"

"Buzz buzz~~~"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gretel sighed helplessly. Medical trouble, because people who have died come to the doctor's house to make trouble, forget it, as a doctor, there is nothing to say;

Because the male doctor performed a cesarean section on the mother, the husband couldn't quarrel with his wife's family. He was in a depressed mood. He had a problem and died while meditating. The man's family members came to the doctor to make trouble. This...

Besides, your medical troubles are unprofessional. There were no portraits, no wreaths, no large numbers of people wearing sackcloth and mourning, burning paper money at the entrance of the hospital;

There were no banners, no placards, no loudspeakers with recordings playing on loop, and no one even pulled passers-by around and told everyone they met;

There is a band, let's see what instruments they have. Wood pipe? Copper pipe? Cello? ——You should have two suonas!

Gretel didn't feel nervous at all. Using physical combat power, barbarians are enough;

Using magic, level 3 spells can also calm the scene. More advanced? Come on, the third-level fireball spell can already determine victory in a small-scale war. If it is a higher-level destructive spell, the parliament's law enforcement team will be dispatched!

There was no sense of tension and on the premise that he would not be beaten, he stood with his hands folded under the protection of the barbarians and just watched the show.

Well, there is no medical department, there is no higher-level competent department, and there will be no pressure to apologize to the patient's family regardless of reason. If you don't get understanding, your salary will be deducted, your performance will be deducted, the operation will be suspended or even dismissed. The medical career is perfect medical care. Career~~~

"Who allowed her to be delivered by a man! Who allowed it!" On the other side of the black carriage, several men were still yelling. Feeling that I couldn't shout, I even added a loudspeaker magic to myself, and then continued to shout:

"How many times has Remi told her! No! Just no! What woman doesn't feel pain when giving birth? She is delicate, but she insists on having her own way! If she has to let other men touch her, can she not live without a man?! "

"Bah! Shameless! It doesn't hurt to stand and talk!" The woman's relatives yelled back even louder:

"It doesn't hurt to give birth to a child. If you have the ability, you should also feel the pain! If you can't conceive and give birth to a child, you can go and endure the torture technique for 12 hours! You don't even feel sorry for your own wife, you scum!"

Aunt Salia listened for a while before she understood what was going on. The woman insisted on having a cesarean section and did not hesitate to let a man deliver the baby;

The man didn’t want his wife to be touched by another man and had a big quarrel. I don’t know whether it was because the woman was strong enough or the woman’s family was powerful enough, but he didn’t stop her anyway;

I felt aggrieved thinking about it. I had an accident while meditating and died. The man’s family couldn’t bear it and went to the medical center to make trouble;

The woman's family members found out that the healer had been implicated, and rushed over to the rescue...

Under the amplification technology, the voices of the two sides arguing were heard several streets away. After all, the woman was alone and could not quarrel with dozens of throats. In anger, she simply used offensive spells:

【Sonic Burst】——

Loud and sudden, like thunder. The sound wave pushed straight forward, the crowd shut up, and the instruments were silent. The horses pulling the cart neighed in pain, foamed at the mouth, and staggered around.

Gretel:! ! !

"Don't make any noise! ​​Don't disturb my patients! - Go back, comfort the patients, and see if anyone has arrhythmia or other complications!"

The latter sentence was shouted at the healers who were watching the fun. The white-robed spellcasters responded in unison, turned around and left. However, this shouting attracted the attention of the man’s family members, who turned around and bombarded them:

"You! It's you! It's you who killed my son! If you hadn't come up with this method of delivering the baby, my son and daughter-in-law wouldn't have quarreled, and nothing would have happened to my son!"

...Brother, he died accidentally on his own, it has nothing to do with me. It’s not like he jumped off the building in my hospital, and ended up asking my hospital to pay for it...

Gretel sighed. He waved to the barbarian security guards on both sides:

"It's all over, let's go back to work. Close the door and let them continue to make noise for any time. If they make any more noise, go out the back door and call the police - ah no, go find the law enforcement team to come over to work..."

As he spoke, he scraped his heels against the ground and stepped back. The security guards surrounded him and retreated like water, as if being sucked into the hospital by a whirlpool. Grandma Salia followed the crowd silently and was dragged into the hospital together. She smiled secretly:

It is true that male healers are prone to various problems when delivering babies. The man's criticism, the mother's own resistance... these can all be avoided with the intervention of the Priestess of the Spring Temple.

There is still quite a lot of room for cooperation between the two parties. After the matter is settled, she will talk to this Nordmark mage?

The last person entered the hospital, grabbed the two doors, and quickly closed them. Through the crack in the door, the woman's relatives waved to Grete and smiled apologetically.

It's different on the man's side. Don't dare to rush up the steps and smash them, don't dare to cast spells to smash doors - smash other people's property. The mage has full power to fight back. He can even throw a fireball on the spot.

However, they can shout loudly and openly insult:

"Why did you do such a thing! Why did you deliver the baby to my daughter-in-law! Why did she let you touch her? Have you known each other for a long time and had an affair for a long time! Otherwise, a strange man-"

The voice was drowned in the louder yelling from the other side. Grete paused, pulled Bernard, who was staring fiercely outside, almost rushing out, and spoke softly:

"Wait a minute."

What the hell? ! Even if you scold me, why bother with my patient? If this is not explained clearly, all the mothers who come to me to give birth in the future will be slandered!

He passed Bernard and hurried out of the door. He stood at the door, cast a loudspeaker on himself, and shouted angrily:

"I have never seen her before! It was the first time she came to the medical center to seek medical treatment, and I only met her! She stayed in the medical center for five days in total. Every time we met, there was a female healer or midwife beside her. of!"

He has already behaved himself! When a male healer examines and treats members of the opposite sex, no matter what the situation, a third party must be present! Either a female nurse or a female healer, or a midwife, a patient's family member...

If you have doubts, he can always find a pile of evidence. The hospital's regulations and the reputation of doctors and patients cannot be harmed!

Gretel clenched his fists, ready for a confrontation at any time. However, the father who lost his son slowly turned to him, staring with two red eyes, and his voice trembled:

"Then why do you want to deliver babies? - You are just lustful and want to satisfy your own ulterior desires, so you came up with this method! You are so embarrassed to see and touch the bodies of so many pregnant women. Be proud!!!"

Grete's face instantly darkened.

"If you say something like this, then only the Parliament Tribunal will see you."

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