It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 611: Outside the obstetrics and gynecology building, all kinds of things happen in the world
Chapter 611: Outside the obstetrics and gynecology building, all kinds of things happen in the world
After the informed consent work was straightened out, the subsequent diagnosis and treatment was indeed much more convenient. Gretel was able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, visit the mothers one by one, and teach the midwives one by one:
"By listening to the fetal heartbeat, you can roughly determine the fetal position... Don't have a stethoscope? You can use a wooden tube, a copper tube, or even a blowtorch. A hollow tube can help you hear more clearly than sticking it directly to it..."
"The fetal heart beats more than 160 times per minute, or less than 120 times, it is abnormal... I don't know what a minute is? No pocket watch, no watch?" Well, this is indeed a problem...
Today's clocks have always been luxury goods. The cheapest pocket watch on the market is an egg-shaped one that can barely be held in one palm, and starts at 100 gold coins. No one except magicians, nobles, and businessmen can afford it.
With Grete's financial resources, he couldn't afford to equip these midwives with pocket watches. Even if he could afford it, there would be no benefit except an increase in robbery and murder cases.
"...Well, you can use your own pulse to estimate." In desperation, he could only give an alternative plan:
"It's abnormal if your pulse is less than twice or more than three times..."
Provide education, conduct general examinations, respond to emergencies, and guide cesarean sections. Fortunately, only thirty women were admitted at one time, and only a handful of them met the indications for cesarean section. Even so, Gretel was very busy.
:
"Next time, accept less people!" He came out of the operating room and leaned against the wall to wipe his sweat:
"Tell the midwives that next time, there will only be one spot for each person!"
Joanna reluctantly smiled at him. This female pastor took on most of the workload and was several times busier than Gretel. She was too tired to speak at the moment:
After delivering the baby, the work is only half done. Next, we still need to write medical records, write operation records, maybe draw anatomical diagrams, prepare to collect information and publish a paper, and if possible, help Gretel write a book...
Her hair was soaked and stuck to her forehead, and the hand-washing clothes on her body were all soaked with sweat. She looked almost the same as the doctors in her previous life.
After closing her eyes and resting for a while, Joanna turned in, took the baby out to the ward, and placed it next to her mother's pillow. By the way, she checked around the pregnant women who had given birth safely and determined that three of them were in good condition for discharge:
"Who is responsible for these three? Inform their families and take them back!"
After giving the order, the midwives rushed out to call for help. Soon, three groups of people came outside Oak Grove Hospital:
The first group was the manager of the workhouse, a middle-aged gentleman with a prominent chest and belly, and a white shirt sticking out from a frayed tuxedo. Behind him, a fat middle-aged woman followed step by step, driving away
There were two dark and thin old women.
The fat woman quickly walked in, picked up the child with her own hands, and bowed to the middle-aged gentleman. Then she shouted to the two old women:
"Hold the person up! Hold him up and take him away! Why are you so ignorant and want to cause trouble to Master Mage! Well, Master Mage, thank you for your hard work!"
Grete nodded slightly with a straight face. Pastor Joanna scolded beside him:
"Bring a car next time! Look at her like this, does she look like she can walk?!"
"Yes, yes! Yes, yes! I must bring a car next time!" The middle-aged gentleman did not refute, but bowed repeatedly. Grete watched them walk out of the hospital door and sighed slightly:
The person survived, but the future of the mother and the child in the workhouse is conceivable. The weak mother-in-law could not even sit on a cart...
The next woman who gave birth did not have a carriage to sit on. However, the husband who came to pick her up picked her up without hesitation and did not let her get off the ground. As he walked, he tried to turn his head and asked carefully:
"Does it hurt to carry you like this? Do you want to come over and hug me?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's okay...don't be too tired, I can come down and walk..."
"No, look at your pale face, you'd better lie down. Can I lift you up a little? This way you don't have to use any strength when you hold my neck..."
"Um……"
"Thanks to Master Mage, I saved a silver coin this time. I'll go back and cook you something delicious. Do you want to eat fish or chicken drumsticks?"
"No, it's not easy for you to make money...I can eat enough these days, which is already good. You can buy two more loaves to eat..."
The couple were leaning cheek to cheek, whispering. Next to the husband, a half-year-old girl looked like their eldest daughter. She was holding her younger sister's swaddling clothes and walking beside her, looking up at her parents.
Loving smile.
Gretel stood on the steps and watched them go away, and he also laughed unconsciously. Not long after he finished laughing, he turned to the third family, and his mood suddenly became bad again:
The third family is considered the one with the best conditions. At the very least, they have a cart to pick them up. The mother is half-lying on the cart, holding her baby in her arms with a cowering face, enduring her husband’s furious curses like a storm:
"Why did you give birth to a loser again? A useless thing!"
"I spent five silver coins to marry you! I provided you with food and drink, but I couldn't even give birth to a son! I bought a chicken and it can still lay eggs!"
Grete really wanted to tell him that whether it is a boy or a girl is determined by the DNA of the sperm and has nothing to do with the egg. Thinking about it, he smiled bitterly: He didn't even know where the DNA was, so how could he explain it?
The only thing he could do was to raise his voice and call Bernard:
"Kick them out! My wife worked so hard to give birth to a child. She doesn't even say a word of sympathy. She only knows how to call people, beasts! They've dirty my land! Kick them out. Don't allow this man to come in next time!"
With an order, two barbarian security guards rushed forward. One person lifted one end of the cart and carried it directly out of the hospital gate. The third one opened his big palm, grabbed the man's shoulder, and carried him out of the hospital like a chicken, and walked out.
Dump:
"Get out! Master Mage said, you are not allowed to come in in the future!"
Under the suppression of absolute force, the husband did not dare to say a word, pulled up the cart and walked away in despair. Gretel sighed, turned around and walked towards the obstetrics building:
Who are these people!
Terrible stuff!
He walked through the outpatient building, followed the wall, turned a big bend, and walked towards the obstetrics building. Before he entered the door, there was a sudden scream outside the wall. Painful, weak, and full of fear:
"I didn't! I didn't!"
What happened?
Grete listened intently. The woman's scream seemed a bit familiar, mixed with the man's roar. The voice was angry and low, but the volume was low, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Grete looked up at the high wall, sighed, cast a flying spell on himself, and flew into the sky. Standing in the air, he lowered his head and looked down, and saw the man who had just taken the mother away, holding her.
Shoulders, shake with all your strength:
"Tell me! Have you ever been touched by a man! Tell the truth!!!"
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