It's Not that Difficult to Open a Hospital in Another World, Right?

Chapter 689: Write an Article and Publish It in the Newspaper to Expose the True Face of the Hospital!

Who is blaming the hospital?

Padma held on to the door frame and looked around. The person who spoke angrily was a young girl in her twenties, wearing a straight light gray dress and a pair of square-rimmed glasses. He raised his hand and pointed to the opposite side. There were faint traces of ink on the fingertips and side knuckles.

Do you often work with words?

Clerk, tutor, or low-level spellcaster?

Padma thought to herself. Opposite the girl with glasses, the girl taking care of the mother adjusted her dress and raised her chin high:

"Because she is in pain, do you need to give her pain relief? Have you paid for it? I told you that you have to pay when you were admitted to the hospital, didn't you know?"

"Then you can just watch her hurt like this?" The girl with glasses became even more angry:

"It's obviously just a matter of effort - as a healer, as a spell caster who spreads the queen's favor and takes care of the mother, don't you have any sympathy for the mother who is also a woman?!"

The girl's face turned red. She clenched her hands tightly and then released them, then released them and clenched them tightly again. The light on her fingertips pulsed faintly. Just as he was trying not to slap him, a bright voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor:

"what happened?!"

"Joanna!"

The girl rushed over aggrievedly and explained the matter in a few words. Joanna slowly approached while listening, listened to the whole story, stretched out her hand to scoop it up, and picked up the woman who had fallen limply on the ground:

"Come, go back to the room and lie down first. It will make you feel more comfortable." She said softly, without using any force on her hands, and she had already picked up the mother like a doll:

"Let me take a look at your situation... Well, your heartbeat is okay, your blood pressure is not too high, and your fetal heart rate..."

Her eyes moved and scanned the light screens on the bedside:

"The fetal heart rate is also okay. Don't be afraid, everything is normal. If you hold on for a few more hours, you will give birth soon."

A clear voice spread from the ward to the corridor. The corridor was quiet except for the brisk footsteps of the nurses.

Padma breathed a sigh of relief, supported her sister and was about to turn around and go back to the room when she heard a second scream from the ward:

"ah--"

"Don't be nervous, adjust your breathing, and don't waste your energy." Joanna's voice sounded at the right time:

"Come on, follow my command and breathe--breathe...breathe...breathe...breathe..."

"Can't you give her pain relief?"

The girl with glasses spoke angrily again. Joanna ignored her and concentrated on guiding the pregnant woman's breathing in the ward. After a long while, he got up and came out, closing the door half-closed:

"You ask me why I didn't give her pain relief?"

The level 5 priest of the Natural God Religion looked solemn. On her cheeks, three red marks were dignified and mysterious, adding a bit of majesty to her.

The girl with glasses shrank subconsciously, then took a step forward and raised her voice even more:

"Yes! She is in so much pain, and you don't care whether she lives or not?!"

"First of all, no one cares about her life or death." Joanna said calmly. She glanced over the faces of several pregnant women who were still in good condition and in the mood to watch, and nodded slightly to them:

"As soon as I arrived, I confirmed that her condition was quite good and she should be able to give birth naturally. If the condition worsened and she could only have a cesarean section, someone would naturally send her there."

"But she's in such pain! You--you just see money!"

"So what?" Joanna replied quietly:

"The spells of spellcasters are always limited, so they must be used in more important places. Such as exploration, such as treatment after cesarean section. Pain relief and other less urgent needs can always be put in the back row."

Unlimited satisfaction of the patient's needs will, in the end, only wear down the power of the spell caster. Even their Nature God Order, which serves poor people on a daily basis, must know how to control their own power.

When supply is insufficient and demand is great, how these less urgent needs are distributed follows a different set of rules.

——For example, money, power, or some things that cannot be exchanged for money or power.

"And the hospital has waived a lot of fees." Joanna's bright eyes turned slightly and stared at the girl with glasses:

"The inspection just now, three first-level spells, the standard price is 150 gold coins, we did not charge a single copper coin. If it develops to the point where a cesarean section is required, the hospital will waive the 2,000 gold coins."

Her voice was calm and calm, and she did not raise her voice just because she was confident. As she made her statement, the nurses, midwives and family members of the pregnant women in the corridor also began to whisper:

"It seems so."

"A lot has indeed been waived. If every item had to be charged, our family would really have a hard time paying..."

"Thousands of gold coins have been waived, so there is no reason to spend tens of them... So, do you really follow the rules?"

All kinds of strange looks were directed at the girl with glasses. The girl was ashamed and angry, her cheeks were red, she suddenly turned her head and ran out like the wind.

"...I'm so angry!" At the regular meeting that afternoon, she complained to the editor-in-chief, fellow editors, and reporters with a face full of grievance:

"They don't care about these mothers at all! I said a few words, and then they came back with a lot of money! Aren't they all working with the money given by the Queen? Why should they charge extra money? I must expose them! I will write a big article!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to write this manuscript." Across the conference table, a gray-haired old editor pushed up his tortoiseshell glasses and said in a deep voice:

"There are no free spells, and spellcasters have no obligation to cast spells for free. This is the consensus of everyone, at least, all spellcasters. Miss Brad, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to challenge this consensus."

Three or five editors and reporters nodded at the same time. Spellcasters, this is one of the most noble people in the kingdom. They form a group that even the Queen cannot ignore - want to write a manuscript to accuse them?

There is no telling how many people will find the manuscript ridiculous. If this manuscript becomes a big deal, any group of spellcasters may cause trouble for them!

Miss Braid pursed her lips and her eyes flickered behind the lenses of her spectacles. While he was struggling with how to continue persuading, the editor-in-chief suddenly coughed and knocked on the table:

"It may not be impossible. Miss Brad, what is the origin of the mother you saw?"

"She is the wife of a Royal Navy officer. Her husband is on a mission at sea." The girl with glasses answered immediately. The editor-in-chief lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gave a short laugh:

"You go ahead and write it, and show it to me when you're done. By the way, the focus is on her husband fighting for the queen, and his wife in the queen's hospital, and the healers are watching her suffer."

"Editor-in-Chief!"

"Mr. Kreiser!"

"How do you convince others?"

"What if some temple knocks on your door..."

Several editors and reporters said at the same time. The editor-in-chief smiled confidently:

"You go find a painter and draw things. The picture must be impactful. Remember the previous painting "Hold a Corpse for Price"? Just draw it in that direction! Find the best painter!"

Miss Braid nodded hesitantly. The editor-in-chief raised his head and looked around:

"As for someone taking revenge - what are you afraid of? How many times has our newspaper changed its name and moved its house? As long as the newspaper sells well, as long as it attracts enough attention, there will be a new address and everything will be possible!"

Huh, a big boss asked for a manuscript in this area before, but I was worried about the fact that it had no impact!

This Miss Brad is really spiritual and should be cultivated!

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