Chapter 599: If I am executed, can I no longer starve?
It was also the first time for Viscount Aylwin to see these children. He was not responsible for contacting the orphanage before.
Are you kidding me? Just send a housekeeper to do this kind of thing. Have a glass of wine with the director of the orphanage and the corresponding manager at the city hall, stuff two gold coins in your mouth, explain the reason, and you can loan the children out.
Take a day off.
...The gold coins belong to the fortress. These children, who are as young as three or four years old and as old as less than ten years old, have already begun to work: taking apart rags and twine so that they can be made into flax for stuffing ship hulls, etc. Stop work.
One day, there will be economic losses anyway...
What Grete waited for was a group of children with tattered clothes and obvious malnutrition. Some even looked like they had big heads and small bodies.
Viscount Aylwin specially hired a string of carriages to bring these orphans to the door. However, when they got off the carriage, these orphans, who had never been in a carriage, were pale and swaying, and one-tenth of them collapsed on the spot.
Even vomited directly.
Viscount Aylwin: ...I hired the carriage to make a good impression on Master Nordmark! It was because I was afraid that you guys would get separated! It wasn’t because I wanted you to vomit at the door of the hospital!
Gretel didn't complain at all. He gave an order, and the barbarian security guards led, carried, and held the orphans and filed in. Instead of a physical examination, they led them into a large room and shouted loudly:
"Take off your clothes! Take a shower first! Someone will wash your clothes! Wash all the fleas, lice, and bed bugs on your body first!"
This is a hospital! A hospital! Although the magic circle in the hospital can prevent flies, rats, and various insects and ants from approaching, it cannot stop things carried by people!
If we don't clean up these little things, the health of the entire hospital will be ruined!
The barbarian security guards, as well as the aunts from the nursing team, each grabbed a child and washed and washed.
The dirty clothes they took off were collectively thrown into the bucket, and a bucket of soapy water was poured in. Then, the skeleton nurses did not even need to roll up their sleeves and jumped directly into the bucket:
"Three circles to the left, three to the right, twist your neck, twist your butt, go to bed early and get up early, let's do some exercise!"
Raise your hands, lift your feet, turn around, wave your arms, step hard with your legs... the Skull brand washing machine is great at work!
The skeletons were responsible for washing clothes, and the barbarian security guards and nurses were responsible for washing people. After washing, each person was given a set of undershirts and shorts, and taken to the clinic on the spot. The healers took the physical examination form given by Grete and checked each one:
Age, gender, height, weight. Vision, hearing, smell. Observe whether there are any bone deformities, listen to whether the lung breath sounds are abnormal, whether there are abnormal heart murmurs...
Grete himself was also working in the consulting room. He only waited for less than ten minutes before a child with brown-black hair, thin and soft sticking to his forehead, was pulled in front of him by the nurse:
"What's your name?" Gretel motioned for him to sit on the stool opposite and opened the first page of the medical examination form: "How old are you?"
"Bill, sir." The boy lowered his head timidly and secretly looked at him from under his bangs: "My name is Bill. I am six years old."
This does not look like he is six years old. Grete made a note, guided him to stand upright by the wall, and quickly glanced at the mark on the wall: just over one meter. As for the weight, the reading on the scale was less than 15 kilograms.
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His height and weight were both unqualified. His eyesight and hearing seemed to be okay, his limbs and bones were normal, and his spine had no scoliosis. His complexion was pale and bloodless. Without a blood test, he knew he must be anemic.
There are obvious traces of frostbite on the hands and feet, and large areas of dermatitis on the skin of the limbs, which should be caused by poor living conditions. The edema of the lower limbs, especially the insteps, is obvious, and the chest, back, and upper body are thin. You can tell at a glance that it is caused by hunger.
Gretel sighed, took off the stethoscope and put it into his ear. Before the chest piece was attached, he heard a long growl from the boy's stomach.
"I...sir, I..."
The boy's face was red and he was at a loss. Gretel sighed and patted his head:
"It's okay, there will be food later. Come, sit down, and I will exhale when I tell you to breathe, and inhale when I tell you to breathe in..."
There was no heart murmur, and there were no abnormalities in breath sounds. But Gretel knew that this situation was just a fragile balance:
Malnutrition and weakness make children's resistance extremely low. A cold or epidemic may kill them.
"Okay. Next one!"
The boy timidly was led out by the nurse. The next child was led in, and soon he turned his head to listen to the clear cheers at the end of the corridor:
"There's really something to eat! There's something to eat! And there's meat to eat!"
The child on the round stool in front of him twisted, stretched his head to look out, and his chest naturally left the stethoscope. Grete did not scold him, but turned his head together and sighed in ecstasy.
This one is also malnourished. Apart from malnutrition, there are no major problems. Also, given the living conditions of these children, children with congenital diseases may not even live to be five or six years old.
He quickly finished the examination, and the child ran out the door without anyone's guidance. Soon, another cheer sounded in the hall at the end of the corridor:
"Give me a bowl! Give me a bowl!"
Viscount Aylwin walked in quietly. Silently, he sat in a corner of the consulting room and watched Gretel examine the orphans in a fluid manner. For a while, while one child ran out and the next child had not come in, he whispered
asked:
"Will this work?"
These are just some orphans! They are taken out of the orphanage in the morning and sent back at night! If they are allowed to have a full meal here, or even a piece of meat, what will change?
Such experiences, left in their memories, will only make these orphans more miserable!
Grete hesitated to speak. Just when he was about to answer, someone in a consulting room outside shouted:
"Mage Nordmark! Come and take a look!"
Gretel immediately ran out. Listening to the heartbeat and breathing, then shook his head:
"This is normal. The position of your chest piece is wrong. It should be a little further to the left."
After the instruction, he returned to his clinic, looked at the next child, and then smiled at Viscount Aylwin:
"This may not solve the problem. But this is the only thing I, our medical clinic, can do for these children."
For this physical examination, Oak Grove Hospital prepared a physical examination meal for each orphan. Each person was given two slices of buttered bread, a cup of milk, a piece of cheese, and a bowl of broth with a piece of meat in the broth.
Give them a memory of being full, an experience of eating meat, add some nutrition to them, and let them accumulate a little energy to fight against diseases. Maybe there is a child who can survive a disease because of this?
In his previous life, he also aided those children in poverty-stricken areas in Africa. They were malnourished and suffering from diseases. Maybe they were cured this time, but they will die next time.
But is the aid work meaningful? Of course it is. Kindness and help turn into a river, and the trickling sound is good even if it changes the fate of the children a little bit.
Viscount Aylwin also fell silent. After a while, he whispered:
"I should be able to hire five, um, ten orphans in my castle. Anyway, give them a bite to eat. When they grow up, they will also be subjects of my territory."
Gretel nodded and smiled at him. Adopting, raising, educating these orphans, and even improving their conditions would require too much manpower and material resources. Even if he could provide the money, he would not have enough manpower or energy to supervise and raise them.
people.
He chatted with Viscount Aylwin for a few words, and kept going in and out of various clinics to guide the therapists in identifying heartbeats and breath sounds:
Two children were suspected of having bronchitis, and one of them was given a treatment to solve the problem;
There is a child who is suspected of having myocarditis caused by a cold, and this is also a treatment method;
There is also a child who sounds like his heart sounds are wrong, but actually has a bit of chicken breast, resulting in the wrong auscultation site...
Gretel had been busy all day and was sweating profusely. Fortunately, the day was not without success. After working all day, he finally brought a seven or eight-year-old boy to Viscount Aylwin:
"This child also has congenital heart disease. The type and degree are different from Mr. Ling's. However, it can be examined in the same way and treated in similar ways."
After checking two to three hundred children, only one was found. Viscount Aylwin was a little frustrated, but seeing that Grete was so busy, he could only accept this result.
He winked, and the housekeeper beside him immediately rushed out. After a moment, he brought in the director of the orphanage:
"This child is seriously ill." Viscount Aylwin raised his head proudly and nodded the boy with his chin:
"This pastor, Mr., is now willing to treat him. This treatment may be a little dangerous, but he can be cured here in the orphanage. Do you agree to the treatment?"
"Your Majesty the Viscount, what are you talking about?" The director of the orphanage bent down slightly, wearing a half-worn black formal suit, with the buttons almost falling apart at the belly. He held a velvet hat in one hand and smiled broadly:
"The noble spellcaster is willing to treat him. It is his honor. As for the danger, how can anyone in this world not take risks?"
Gretel couldn't stand watching anymore. He took the child a few steps away, squatted down, and looked at the child with straight eyes:
"You are seriously ill. There is something wrong with your heart. Do you know?"
"No, I don't know, sir." The boy shrank back, pressed his back against the wall, and shrank down again. Gretel turned a blind eye and did not scold him for "smearing the wall" or "dirty his clothes".
"It's dirty" and continued to ask:
"The treatment I hope to give you now may be dangerous and may cause you to lose your life, although the possibility is very small. However, I will protect you very carefully. So, are you willing to let me treat it?"
The boy was silent. He lowered his head and thought for a moment. He touched his belly, which was warm and full. He raised his head after having just eaten a full meal today, and said with expectation:
"Sir, if I die, will I never feel hungry again?"
Grete turned his head sharply, his nose sore.
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