Chapter 267: The healing power is sufficient—what a beautiful thought!
Three silver stars... Grete calculated it silently in his heart.
The magician badge changes to a different color at level 5, with three silver stars, five plus three, and the opponent is an eighth-level magician. Even if Gretel is calculated as a fourth-level arcanist, which is approximately equal to a level 7 magician, he is still one level lower than the opponent.
class.
In accordance with the general etiquette of magicians, he took the lead in bowing his head slightly and saluting the other party. The speaker also returned the salute, then half-turned around, facing the clergy in the auditorium, and bowed gently:
"All along, the healers - the servants of the God of Nature, the priests of the God of War, the priests of the goddess of springs, and the magicians of the medical branch of the Conjuration School, have taken good care of our city.
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In the city, whether we are sick or injured, we can get treatment as long as we walk into the temple.
In the countryside, worshipers of the God of Nature travel across the wilderness, bringing comfort to villagers in the mountains, forests and fields.
Even the poor and helpless people who cannot afford a penny can receive free treatment. To this end, the council spends 500 gold coins per month on treatment fees and 50 gold coins on medicine fees to set up a treatment center in the port area.
Let the urban poor receive free medical help.
——Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the healers..."
He bowed deeply again. In the auditorium, several high-ranking clergymen smiled and nodded to each other. In the rows behind them, as well as opposite Gretel, the four rows of seats behind the speaker were arranged from low to high, from scattered to neat.
The applause was so enthusiastic that it almost broke the roof.
A flush appeared on the magician's cheeks, he waved his arms and continued to talk. The conference hall burst into applause, and after three consecutive rounds, the magician bowed to all four sides and sat down elegantly. The applause lasted for a long time,
The clerk presiding over the meeting waited patiently for half a minute before raising his gavel and ringing the bell on the right:
"Mr. Gretel Nordmark, do you have anything to say about the necessity of establishing public health institutions?"
On the rostrum, the eight jury members exchanged glances with each other.
To be honest, they don't agree with the fact that the healing power is enough. Just look at the City of Glory - how they were forced to do it!
However, the news was still under seal. Apart from the legendary mages, only a few of them knew that the large-scale magical spell that alerted the Magic Council was to cure the plague in the city.
Little Gretel, how will you argue?
Gretel stood up impatiently. He adjusted his magic robe and was about to speak when he pocketed his sleeves and the oak staff in his hand fell to the ground. Gretel's face froze and he had to stop speaking and bent down to pick it up.
There was a small burst of laughter in the auditorium. Out of the corner of his eye, Gretel saw the archbishop of the Ares Temple leaning towards Elder Wood, as if asking something in a low voice, and the two of them laughed together.
Gretel also smiled secretly. Like the previous man, he bowed to the rostrum, the auditorium, and the speaker opposite, and spoke calmly:
"Your Excellencies, distinguished healers, ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I would like to thank all the healers for their hard work, taking care of the residents of this city for many years. It is because of your efforts that this city is possible.
of peace.”
In the auditorium, the archbishop of the God of War Temple nodded and smiled, obviously listening to what he heard. To his right, the high priest of the Spring Water Temple looked bored. To his left, Elder Wood raised his eyebrows in surprise, with words written all over his face: "You kid is holding back again."
What’s bad?”
Grete withdrew his gaze. He rummaged in the space bag and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper. He flipped through it twice, picked up one stack first, and raised his voice:
"But I want to say that this kind of healing power is completely insufficient when dealing with emergencies!"
There was a commotion in the auditorium. Several high-level healers had not yet responded. Behind them, the nobles and businessmen crowded around, poking their heads and vying to observe the faces of the people in front of them. Gretel remained calm and turned to
On the rostrum, he gently pushed the manuscript paper:
"This is a paper I submitted to Parliament in February this year, titled "On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Outbreaks of Dysentery."
The paper takes the dysentery outbreak in Heartland City in July last year as the research object. Starting from the large-scale admission of patients in various temples, 14 were admitted on the first day, 47 were admitted on the second day, and 200 were admitted on the third day.
And all the treatment power in the city can cure no more than 100 patients in a day."
On the rostrum, the great magician of the Conjuration Department waved his hand gently. The paper flew up and landed in front of him. In the flash of light, one turned into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight. The members of the review committee all had one hand.
Soon, I turned to the part that Gretel was talking about, and even an extra copy was sent to the other side of the discussion table.
The magician who spoke earlier quickly flipped through the pages. As he flipped through, he whispered:
"But the plague only happens once every few years..."
"Many times." Gretel immediately picked up the topic: "I'm talking about infectious diseases, that is to say, diseases that can be transmitted from person to person. Plague, cholera, dysentery, tuberculosis, diphtheria, scarlet fever, smallpox,
Chickenpox, leprosy—"
When he said a word, the other person trembled subconsciously. After saying a dozen words, the magician from the medical branch turned seven or eight shades darker. Gretel pulled out another stack of paper and moved forward.
push:
“In 1163, 37 people died from chickenpox, 278 people died from smallpox, and 129 people died from dysentery.
In 1165, a cholera outbreak occurred, killing 15,237 people."
There was a commotion in the auditorium. Gretel saw the Archbishop of the God of War Temple nodding and speaking to Elder Wood. Opposite, behind the magician, the voices of people whispering were so loud that Gretel could hear them clearly without any effort:
"Yes, there was indeed a great plague when I was a teenager. I hid in the countryside for a summer..."
"It's time for my brother and sister to die..."
"Three people in my family died..."
The magician opposite looked even worse. He suddenly interrupted loudly:
"Where did you get this record? More than 15,000 people - you counted them one by one?!"
"The original record is the weekly death statistics of the city hall! In the database, the past 100 years are all there, I took the past 20 years!" Gretel looked into his eyes without evading, and raised his hands high.
The table inside was rotated left and right to show everyone present:
"Data entry and calculation are the work of the Thunder Tower spirit. In the lower right corner of the form, there is the secret mark of the tower spirit, which can prove it!"
A ray of light flew down from the podium and landed on the lower right corner of the form. With a thunderclap, a lightning-like phantom passed through the conference hall and exploded over everyone's heads. The great magician who took action nodded slightly:
"It is indeed the secret mark of Thunder Tower. - Mr. Nordmark, please continue."
yeah!
5000 contribution points are well spent!
With Ta Ling's endorsement, he finally didn't have to worry about others accusing him of miscalculation!