It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 242: Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to lose money? Do you want to go bankrupt?
Chapter 242: Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to lose money? Do you want to go bankrupt?
Summons?
ask?
About the lab leak?
Grete's face turned pale.
There was an accident in the p4 laboratory. A bunch of Class A and Class B infectious bacteria were leaked to the outside world, causing the spread of a Class A and a Class B infectious bacteria, and dozens of patients were infected. This...
The legal articles were turned over page by page in his mind. Without any effort, Grete turned to Article 331 of the Criminal Law:
Anyone who is engaged in experimenting, preserving, carrying, or transporting infectious strains and virus strains, who violates relevant regulations and causes the spread of infectious strains and virus strains, with serious consequences, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention; if the consequences are particularly serious, he shall be sentenced to three years
Fixed-term imprisonment of not less than 10 years but not more than seven years.
I...do I count it as "serious consequences" or "particularly serious consequences"?
How many years will I go to jail?
Wait, does this world, this Magic Parliament, have any relevant regulations? I need a lawyer!
Grete turned to his followers with a pale face. Aurora was also shocked and tried to comfort him:
"Is everything okay? It's just an interrogation. It shouldn't be too bad, right? If the matter was really serious, people would have come to arrest them..."
The more he talked about it, the less confident he became. For this leak, five members of the review committee visited the laboratory in person, and a group of great magicians went to the island to study the teleportation array. The arresting patrol team and the law enforcement team dispatched many people. Aurora has already
Don't dare to forget it.
"Um, is there any precedent before?" Gretel looked at him in panic. When the book was used, he would regret it. When things came to pass, he realized that his understanding of the Magic Council was still too little:
"What will happen to a magician who gets into such trouble? Will he go to jail? How much compensation will he have to pay? Oro, have you heard of it?"
Master Wharton couldn't answer for a while. He had lived in Nevis for several years, but due to his outstanding talent and the favor of his teacher, he had no ears to hear what was going on outside the window. His life trajectory was from home to the Master's Tower, and then from the Master's Tower.
When I got home, I racked my brains and searched my guts, and finally came up with a case:
"Well... I seem to remember that more than two hundred years ago, there was a great magician who brought something from another space and accidentally exploded... At that time, the entire academy was implicated, and hundreds of young magicians were unlucky.
.Later, the legendary mages decided to send him to guard another space, for twenty years or however many years..."
...I don’t want it!
If the great magician gets into trouble, he will be exiled. If I get into trouble, will I be imprisoned? I seem to have heard that the Magic Council does have prisons...
"Auro, can you ask your teacher to ask for a favor...?"
"Don't worry, the teacher will definitely not ignore it!" Aurora Wharton tried her best to promise: "I will go find him early tomorrow morning! - But it can't be done now. The train doesn't run at night, we can't go up the mountain, and I haven't been summoned.
Things to use…”
"Oh..." Gretel was a little depressed. Aurora dragged him back to the laboratory: "Don't worry, the judges will not do anything to you. The Lord of Thunder is watching!"
...Isn't there a legendary mage standing behind the great magician who caused trouble?
Grete was still a little panicked. He tossed and turned that night and couldn't meditate, nor could he sleep well. He got up early the next day, caught the first train to the top of the mountain, and went directly to the Tower of Babel to wait for the summons.
Usually when he comes here, he always has somewhere to stay, whether it's the lounge of the auxiliary tower of the Energy Efficiency Department or the laboratory on the 375th floor of the Tower of Babel. This time Gretel was so uneasy that he didn't dare to go to either place and went directly to the 120th floor.
The office was not open and the conference room was not open. Occasionally, people passed by in the corridor. When they saw Gretl, they all looked at him strangely. Grett had no choice but to find an unobtrusive place at the corner of the stairs and silently
Squat down, curl up and wait.
At nearly 9 o'clock, someone finally came to talk to Gretel. Two young magicians dressed as law enforcement officers, one on the left and one on the right, half accompanying and half escorting, took Gretel into the conference room.
Grete looked around and saw that there was nothing else in the conference room. There was only a long table set up directly opposite the door. Behind the table were eight high-backed armchairs lined up in a row, inlaid with gold carvings and luxuriously decorated. Tea,
Paper and pens were all properly arranged. If it weren't for the nature of the meeting, even snacks and seeds would have been placed.
On my side, there was only a small chair with no cushions or armrests, and the backrest was only half the height of the opposite side. It looked like a student chair in a classroom.
...Should I thank you for not installing two armrests and installing a baffle in front of the armrests?
Gretel cursed and sat down obediently. The distance and the arrangement made him feel like he was being interrogated. When the eight jury members took their seats one by one, Gretel was calm on the outside, but was already beating drums in his heart.
"You feel guilty." A middle-aged magician, fourth from the left, almost facing him suddenly said. Old Sam immediately turned his head: "Hey, don't use your tactics to deal with him!"
Several committee members laughed. The great prophecy magician whom Gretel had met a few days ago, who was quite kind to him, laughed and said:
"Old Sam, don't be so protective. Our school also has spells such as detecting thoughts and sensing emotions, and it's not just the Charm Control system that can cast them!"
What?
Want to use magic against me?
Gretel panicked again. The last time he was hit by a "charming human" in person, the dangers of surgery, complications, and other tragic events, all of which were revealed in a casual way, were still fresh in his mind. And the great magic of prophecy
After the teacher laughed at his colleague, his face turned serious and he turned to Gretel:
"Mr. Gretel Nordmark. Because of your improper behavior, the plague was leaked on a large scale and caused huge losses to the Parliament. Do you admit it?"
"I——" Here I come! I knew that after causing such a big trouble, the Magic Council would not let me go. Gretel's heart was pounding, and he instinctively wanted to defend himself, but what he blurted out was:
"How much is the loss?"
"Do I want to calculate it for you?" On the far right side of the long table, another great magician whom I had never seen before, turned over a page with a smile. "The plague leak incident ended yesterday, and all the losses were only counted this morning.
.Since you asked, I will read it to you:
This time the plague leaked, it directly caused 25 people to become sick, including 21 farmers and 4 patrol soldiers. You treated those farmers yourself. For your sake, Elder Wood did not ask the council for money, so this does not count.
The cost of magical treatment, isolation costs, and losses caused by burning clothing and related items for the 4 soldiers totaled... 450 gold coins.
Killed and burned 15 war horses and a stable, with a total value of 400 gold coins."
850 gold coins. Gretel felt a great pain in his heart, and then breathed a sigh of relief: Although it was a large amount of money, fortunately he could still afford the compensation. Unexpectedly, the great magician continued:
"Three magic academies and more than 600 teachers and students were mobilized to carry out incineration and disinfection operations. The cost of attendance is considered to be 1 contribution point per person per day. After three days of incineration and disinfection, a total of... 1800 contribution points."
Done! Bankrupt!
Grete's eyesight went dark. The great magician smiled and turned another page:
"The production of disinfectant and bleaching powder requires the use of laboratories 1-10 on the 375th floor of the Babel Tower; 58-60 floors of the Plastic Energy Mage Tower, a total of 24 laboratories. Laboratory rent... manpower...
Grete was shaky and angry. Looking to the left, two great magicians from the protection department and the conjuration department crossed their arms, looking like they were watching a good show;
Looking to the right, Old Sam's face was heavy, and his eyes said he was helpless;
The great magician of the necromancy department... Well, that's the bad thing about the necromancy department. He has a withered face wrapped in bones, and he can't tell what his expression is...
Wait, you want me to lose money?
If you can afford to pay, you most likely won’t go to jail? Of course, if you can’t afford to pay... you probably won’t go to jail. At most, you will sell yourself to pay off the debt...
Grete's brain changed and he calmed down a little. It was easy to talk about compensation - when it came to liability for the accident and the distribution ratio, I was not the main responsibility! Even if we get someone with equal responsibility, we can still pay half the compensation!
You still have to rely on yourself! Gretel struggled to sit up straight and tried to defend himself:
"But the leak was not caused by me on purpose! It was a spy from the Lord of Glory who entered the laboratory, and I was the victim!"
"Ahem, the direct cause of the leakage is indeed the spy invasion." The great magician of the protection department interjected:
"But we have all seen that the spy is just a thief, and he does not have powerful magical abilities. He was able to enter your laboratory because the laboratory lacked magical protection!
——We have all seen your laboratory. There is not even a magic alarm, and all defensive spells do not exist. If it is invaded by a foreign enemy and causes leakage, it is your own fault!"
"It's not my fault!" Gretel almost jumped up. He raised his head high:
"I don't do magic protection, that's because the laboratory is in Nevis City! In the hinterland of the Magic Parliament! It should be safe!
——If the achievements of other magicians are stolen, leading to serious consequences, will all magicians be punished? Instead of reflecting on their own security problems, will the Magic Council punish the victimized magicians?!"
I haven’t made a claim yet!
I allowed spies to roam around and destroyed half of my experimental results, and I haven't complained to the Magic Council yet!
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense. The great magicians looked at each other, and each other's eyes were a little awkward:
To be honest, Gretel cannot be blamed for being broken into by spies. If it were a violent magician, let alone being called for questioning by the judges, he would probably have already knocked on the door, pounded the table, and kept asking for compensation.
Already.
Forget it, tell him the truth?
I won’t tell, you tell!
The committee members winked at each other. During the stalemate, a rapid and hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner of the office roof:
"Nick! Come to the top floor immediately! Large magic reaction! Come over immediately to help observe!"
"Hey! Here we come!" The great magician from the prophecy department raised his head and responded. Ignoring the looks of his colleagues, he jumped up and ran towards the door: