It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 621: If you can’t attack, learn from him, and then spread it on a large scale
Chapter 621: If you can’t attack, learn from him, and then spread it on a large scale
Aunt Salia quickly answered the call.
This nun is the leader of all the female priests in the Great Temple of Nevis. She is over seventy years old, and her spellcasting level is as high as level 12. Because she has always been immersed in the grace of the goddess, she looks like fifty people, with silver on her temples.
There are strands of silk, but they are not completely white yet.
She took the information from the chief priest with her thin fingers and read it ten lines at a time. After reading it once, she read it again. The wrinkles on her face became deeper and deeper, and her expression was stern, even slightly sad:
"Two months, two hundred people, no one died? Is it reliable?"
"It should be reliable." Priest Moria nodded cautiously:
"Perry has been at Oak Grove Medical Center for almost a month. As far as he knows, he has indeed not seen any maternal deaths. Moreover, I have also paid attention to this Nordmark master. I have never heard of any fraud in the papers he published before.
thing."
"You mean the one about heart surgery?"
Aunt Salia took a deep breath.
In the past, there were a huge number of bacterial-related and infectious-disease-related cases, and she did not verify them one by one; however, heart surgery attracted much attention, and she found out the addresses of all ten cases through connections and visited them one by one:
Each one of them really existed and lived until one month later. In the query system of Baita, you can even find the angiography images of each case, the heart beating, the blood flow surging, and the comparison before and after is clear.
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"Thalia, in the name of the goddess, I would like to ask you a question. Over the years, what is the approximate mortality rate of women who have given birth under the care of our temple?"
Salia's face immediately became heavy.
In the goddess's teachings, protecting the family and taking care of women and children are very important responsibilities, and most of the female priests in the temple are doing this.
From the little girl who entered the temple for training to the leader of the female priests of the great temple, she has cared for more than a hundred mothers and delivered hundreds of babies. Those screams, pain and death can be vividly remembered without the need to recall them.
"At least one percent." She murmured. "Even if the most experienced priestess with intermediate magical skills delivers the baby, at least one out of a hundred mothers will die..."
Except for a few professionals, most of the aristocratic women who are qualified to be delivered by the Priestess are physically weak. Unlike peasant women, poor women are often still doing manual labor until the day before giving birth. Many aristocratic women do not even have the physical strength to survive a long pregnancy.
production process.
Among them, the physical support that low-level divine spells can provide is extremely limited. Priestesses who are above level five and still working in temples are even rarer than male priests who are above level ten.
Most of the priestesses in the Spring Temple are aristocratic women. They start receiving education at the age of seven or eight, and formally study divine arts in their teens. They often advance to the first or second level, and then go home to get married.
In fact, many female priests obtain the rank of divine magic just to add a beautiful dowry for themselves. Once they get married, once the goal is achieved, the things they have studied so hard can naturally be shelved.
Even if a few ambitious Priestesses don't want to give up, having children, nurturing babies, and taking care of the housework can consume their last bit of energy and pull them away from their dedication to the goddess.
For this reason, the Spring Temple has gradually formed a tacit understanding with the nobles over the years:
Accept donations, recruit some noble girls, provide education and training, let them marry as trainee priests and low-level priests, and at the same time build relationships with nobles;
Recruit some young girls from poor backgrounds with outstanding talents, requiring them to remain unmarried for life and to serve the goddess devoutly. At the same time, they are given opportunities so that they can have more opportunities to improve in divine arts.
However, in the initial stage, aristocratic girls who have received family education since childhood and have family support always have a better foundation and learn faster.
She pulled back her thoughts, shook her head sadly, and began to slowly flip through the records again. One, two, three... one hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred.
Two hundred mothers underwent prenatal check-ups, blood tests, and blood transfusions were prepared. About 80% gave birth naturally under the guidance of midwives. About 20% had cesarean section in advance, or the situation during the natural birth process was not good and they were converted to cesarean section.
No one died.
"It would be great if we knew this..." She lowered her head and murmured. "If we had...a teacher, she wouldn't be able to..."
Her teacher, Aunt Creia, was invited to deliver a baby to a duchess. The delivery did not go well, killing one and two, and was beaten to death on the spot by the furious Duke...
That tragedy caused a great shock. The priestesses gathered in front of the statue and prayed day and night without rest. The candlelight did not go out for seven days and seven nights.
Finally, the chief priest personally took action and gathered high-ranking priests from several nearby temples to put pressure on the Duke. The matter ended with the Duke wearing sackcloth, walking barefoot from the entrance to the temple square into the main hall, and performing sacramental confession in front of the goddess.
Naturally, donating a large amount of compensation is also indispensable.
However, the dead cannot come back after all. After being sold to the temple by her parents, Sister Salia, who was still young at the time, became an orphan once again.
"Can we learn this technique?" Sister Salia raised her head from the file and looked at the chief priest expectantly. The chief priest sighed and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, round after round, round after round.
:
"You can learn it, and the Nordmark mage didn't prohibit others from learning it. But Salia..."
He turned to the last page of the record book. On the summary form, the "number of maternal deaths: zero" was extremely shocking. The priest stared at that line of words, as if the huge zero word would suddenly fly out of the paper.
, as if to bite him:
"Bacteria, plague, water purification, and now, the technology of delivering babies. From now on, will a magician have the final say in areas related to the goddess?"
"But the mortality rate doesn't lie!" Sister Salia said urgently:
"How many mothers have died under the care of our temple, and how many have died under the care of Oak Grove? Anyone who is interested will know after checking this. This cannot be deceived!"
"Yeah..." Priest Moria sighed deeply. The domain of the Ares Temple is warriors, battles, and wars. They have no interest in learning cesarean section techniques, and they have no clients;
Deism mainly serves poor people and does not constitute direct competition with them;
Only magicians have always been in a competitive relationship with them. They are competing for resources, magic materials, connections, and students. Now, are they even competing for the right to speak within the scope of the goddess's priesthood?
"We sent people to learn from him... That would be equivalent to admitting that this technology was created by him and he has the final say. From now on, in terms of maternal delivery, our temple will always be lower than him."
With this head down, it would be difficult to lift it up again.
"But if we don't learn, no one will come to us in the future. Children born by caesarean section...under the care of divine magic, will recover very quickly and without any pain..."
Nobles and magicians who can afford it will only rush to grab the surgery slot, and will never endure the long and painful natural childbirth again.
The chief priest began to knead his brows. If this was an unknown little guy, he would either be offered generous profits to recruit him into the temple; or he would be suppressed secretly so that he could not make his voice heard; or he would be killed quietly without disturbing anyone.
In history, the Spring Water Temple has done all the roads.
However, this Nordmark mage cannot do it. In terms of belief, he is a believer in the God of Nature, and he seems to be a devout believer;
In terms of background, his teacher is a legendary mage, who is much stronger than himself. When Legend is angry, no one in the Great Temple of Nevis can catch him;
In terms of channels, this guy has published an article on "Arcana" and an article on "Magic" this year alone. As for journals like "Ordinary Magician's Monthly", publishing articles is simply a casual matter, and you don't even need to use it.
The power of teachers...
"Otherwise, let's send more people to learn from him." Sister Salia lowered her head and pondered for a moment, and quickly made up her mind. The technology must be learned, and the interests of the temple must also be taken into consideration. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds.
Method:
"If necessary, all the female priests I have here can be sent there. Once you learn how to do it, spread it out on a large scale immediately."
By then, the Spring Water Temple will have enough manpower, high level of spellcasting, and wide connections. As long as most of the nobles turn to them, who created the cesarean section technology, so what?
There's nothing wrong with making a name for yourself and gaining benefits. Even if you lower your head, female priests are already a weak group in the Spring Temple. It's not a big deal if you lower your head for others.
Besides, even if we only need to save one more pregnant woman...
Even if only one of the female priestesses who took this path could be beaten to death by their family members, and one less person could not bear the blow and changed careers due to the death of the person being cared for, that would be good!
She raised her head, her eyes burning:
"I can even lead the team myself. Three months, half a year, or even a year is not a particularly long time for us. For the glory of the goddess, it is only a moment."
The High Priest of Moria lowered his head and pondered. Magic, magic, power, financial resources, temples, and beliefs were all flipping back and forth in his heart. Finally, he finally stood up:
"Let me think about it first. If necessary, go to the oak forest to see for yourself and see how that kid does it. If this skill is really strong...if it is really worth learning, and you must learn from him himself
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Mother Salia curtsied and left silently. Soon, she called a carriage and took her beloved female disciple straight to the Oak Grove Medical Center.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing. I want to see for myself how powerful this technology is!
The Spring Temple and the Oak Grove Medical Clinic are almost at opposite ends of the city: one is in the core of the aristocratic area, and the other is on the edge of the slum area. The carriage rolled and rolled for a long time, and then we saw the sparse and newly planted trees in front of us.
Oak trees swayed outside the wall.
Starting from the woods, a long line of carriages almost blocked the street in front of the hospital.
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