Chapter 647 Let’s Raise Funds, Please Build Another Building!

[Delaying Pain·Spinal Anesthesia], or the successful development of labor analgesia, has greatly expanded the business scope of Oak Grove Hospital.

In the previous stage, either the penniless poor were admitted to the hospital to give birth in the name of receiving medical research, and the treatment fees, accommodation fees, and meal expenses were all exempted;

Or the wealthy people with incomes at the top of the city, at least one thousandth more, spend thousands of gold coins to enjoy a cesarean section. These people even brought their own magic houses, magic spells to keep them warm, cold-proof and mosquito repellent, and brought their own servants and maids. They would never tolerate the crowding and noise of the maternity ward.

However, the labor analgesia spell has expanded the business scope to an annual income of 100 gold coins to 500 gold coins. This group of people has money, although not much;

Some spellcasting levels are available, but even if they are available, they cannot sustain the [Shelter Cabin] for 24 hours;

The social status is definitely much higher than that of a poor peasant woman, but it is still lower than that of Gretel. Don't even think about forcing Grete to change his mind, not to take in the poor, but to make room for their daughter.

So... Oak Grove Hospital, the number of beds in the maternity ward was added to the corridor...

Gretel was unmoved. Are there extra beds? Are they added to the corridor? Public hospitals are all like this. To enjoy private services, bring your own house, or build one yourself!

However, demand exists objectively. One family member came to ask, two family members came to ask, and in just three days, more than ten or twenty family members came to ask:

"Can you spare a ward for my wife/my daughter/my sister/my sister? I can add money..."

"One ward, three days, 500 gold coins."

"Wasn't it 100 gold coins before?"

"That's a preferential price for council magicians..."

Some of the family members paid with trembling hands, but most of them went back crying, and arranged for their families to live with poor women while struggling. Even Leon Carlos, who was in charge of hospital management, couldn't stand it any longer, so he quietly found Grete and discussed with him:

"Boss, can we build another building? I did the math. The gold coins in the account recently have a balance of about 4,000 gold coins. If I save more, it will be enough to build a small building..."

"It's not enough." Grete said sadly. There is indeed a balance in the account, but this balance is just enough to build a small building with up to 10 rooms. But looking at the current demand, one small building is simply not enough.

It needs to be expanded to at least 50 beds! 40 ordinary hospital beds, 10 VIP hospital beds, and one VVIP ward are enough for these rich people!

Do the math, the required budget has more than doubled...

What's more, Grete knew that the balance in his hand was not reliable at all. Regardless of whether the hospital makes a profit, this profit is actually earned by squeezing the casters:

In the name of learning, healers working at Oak Grove Medical Clinic basically receive a basic salary. Taking Pastor Matthew as an example, the average income of a level 5 pastor is basically 500 contribution points a year, but at Oak Grove Medical Clinic, he can only get 100 contribution points a year...

Add in the salary and the cost of casting spells to treat the poor, and the medical clinic's accounts will collapse in an instant.

And the situation of squeezing the caster must not last long. Just like in Grete's previous life, he relied on lowering the salaries of medical staff, allowing interns, trainees, and young residents to take on a large amount of work at very low wages, thus reducing the medical costs in society.

Doctors are dissatisfied with this approach, and so are patients. The medical experience is too poor, the conflicts between doctors and patients are fierce, and various conflicts occur from time to time.

If possible, Grete also wants their salary to be the same as the normal income of the same level. So in terms of financial resources, if possible, we still have to think of other ways... um...

"Mage Nordmark! Mage Nordmark!"

A loud voice shouted all the way in from the main entrance of the hospital. Gretel put down his quill and looked outside. He saw a familiar fat man at the head, followed by a series of fat men -

The clothes were glittering with gold and silver, and the buttons were either gold buttons or silver threads. Grete was still a little confused about the name of the leader. He looked closely and moved his eyes from his face to his swollen knuckles, and suddenly realized:

Isn't this the gouty merchant? He came here twice for treatment, and once with his father. Grete took out a rotten chili pepper from his father's lung!

"Mr. Sangers!" He hurriedly greeted him. He had to show kindness but not be too happy: the doctor's face was happy when he saw "business coming to his door", and no patient would feel happy...

The appropriateness of this expression management is quite difficult to grasp. Fortunately, Gretel is now a sixth-level mage and can be considered a big shot, with a much higher status than these sea merchants. As long as you relax your facial lines a little, others will feel flattered.

A group of fat men all bent over, with a neat circle of pleats on their protruding bellies:

"Mage Nordmark!"

"Your Excellency Nordmark~~~"

Grete invited them into the conference room, sat down, served coffee, and the skeleton female nurse served snacks. Before he could ask "what's wrong" one by one, the leading gouty businessman couldn't wait to speak:

"Lord Noordmark, um... we have a request..."

"How to say?"

Gretel leaned forward slightly and listened carefully. What's the purpose of letting them come together?

Help petition Parliament to lift the export ban on certain goods?

Request to open certain routes?

Or ask for lower taxes, pass/dismiss an ordinance?

I can't do any of these!

Fortunately, the maritime merchants had a fairly accurate estimate of his influence. Sangers put on a smile:

"Mr. Nordmark, we recently heard that your place is lacking a new ward. That... we people..."

Want to make a donation? Gretel's eyes lit up. This group of about ten people can each take out 1,000 gold coins without any effort. If ten people put it together, the money for a building will come out!

"...We hope to invest in your medical clinic. It is said that the parliament has invested 5,000 contribution points before. We jointly contribute 10,000 gold coins, and we only need 20% of the shares..."

The smile on Grete's face slowly faded. Sanges observed the words and quickly changed his words:

"Even 10% is fine! ... Or, 5%? It really can't be any less... Otherwise, the obstetrics business of this ward will be calculated separately, and we will have a 20% share?"

Gretel raised a hand to stop him. Ten thousand gold coins and 5% of the shares equals the valuation of the medical clinic to 200,000 gold coins. But, I'm sorry to ask you to invest in hospitals, unless I'm crazy.

My hospital can't afford to audit its accounts!

It is a bottomless pit!

No matter how much you invest, you can still spend it completely on medical research, inclusive medical care, and even paying salaries to healers!

"Sorry, the medical center only accepts donations, not investments." He looked directly at the other person and spoke firmly. Without waiting for the other party to bargain, Xiaoyinyin changed the subject:

"However, if you are willing to donate a ward, you can definitely have the naming rights of this building. In addition, I will also engrave your name and donation amount on the wall in front of the building or at the door of the building, and perhaps, the name of the industry. ?”

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