Chapter 642: Let’s raise funds, please build another building!
【Delay Pain·Spinal Anesthesia】, or the successful development of labor analgesia, has greatly expanded the business scope of Oak Grove Hospital.
In the previous stage, either the penniless poor were admitted to the hospital to give birth in the name of receiving medical research, and the treatment fees, accommodation fees, and meal expenses were all exempted;
Or it is the rich people whose income is at the top of the city, at least one-thousandth, who spend thousands of gold coins to enjoy cesarean section. These people even bring their own magic houses, their own magic spells to keep warm, cold-proof, mosquito repellent and insect repellent, and their own servant girls.
As a domestic servant, I will never tolerate the crowding and noise in the maternity ward.
However, the labor analgesia spell has expanded the business scope to an annual income range of 100 gold coins to 500 gold coins. This group of people does have money, although it is not much;
Some spellcasting levels are available, but even if they are available, they cannot support the [Shelter Cabin] for 24 hours;
The social status is definitely much higher than that of a poor peasant woman, but it is still lower than that of Grete. Don't even think about forcing Grete to change his mind and not take in poor people, but to make room for their female relatives.
So... Oak Grove Hospital, the number of beds in the maternity ward was added to the corridor...
Gretel was unmoved. Are there extra beds? Are they added to the corridor? Public hospitals are all like this. If you want to enjoy private services, bring your own house or build one yourself!
However, the demand exists objectively. One family member came to ask, two family members came to ask, and in just three days, more than ten or twenty family members came to ask:
"Can you spare a ward for my wife/my daughter/my sister/my sister? I can add money..."
"One ward, three days, 500 gold coins."
"Wasn't it 100 gold coins before?"
"That's a preferential price for council magicians..."
Some of the family members paid with trembling hands, and most of them went back crying, arranging for their families to live with poor women. Even Leon Carlos, who was in charge of hospital management, couldn't stand it any longer, so he quietly found Grete and discussed with him:
"Boss, can we build another building? I did the math. The gold coins in the account recently have a balance of about 4,000 gold coins. If I save more, I will be able to build a small building..."
"It's not enough." Grete was worried. There was indeed a balance in the account, but this balance was just enough to build a small building, with at most 10 rooms. And looking at the current demand, a small building would not be enough at all.
not enough.
It needs to be expanded to at least 50 beds! 40 ordinary beds, 10 VIP beds, and a vvip ward are enough for these rich people!
Do the math, the required budget has more than doubled...
What's more, Grete knows that the balance in his hand is not reliable at all. Regardless of the profit of the hospital, this profit is actually earned by squeezing the caster:
In the name of learning, healers working at Oak Grove Medical basically receive a basic salary. Taking Pastor Matthew as an example, the average income of a level 5 priest is basically 500 contribution points a year, while at Oak Grove Medical
So, you can only get 100 contribution points for one year...
Add in the salary and the cost of casting spells to treat the poor, and the medical clinic's accounts will collapse in an instant.
The situation of squeezing spellcasters must not last long. Just like Gretel's previous life, he relied on lowering the salaries of medical staff and letting interns, trainees, and young residents take on a lot of work at very low wages, thus lowering the medical expenses in society.
With this approach, doctors are dissatisfied, and patients are also dissatisfied. The medical experience is too poor, conflicts between doctors and patients are severe, and various conflicts occur from time to time.
If possible, Gretel also wants their salary to be the same as the normal income of the same level. Therefore, if possible, it is necessary to find other ways to find financial resources... Hmm...
"Nordmark Mage! Nordmark Mage!"
A loud voice shouted all the way in from the main entrance of the hospital. Gretel put down his quill and looked out. He saw a familiar fat man at the head, followed by a series of fat men.
The clothes were glittering with gold and silver, and they were either gold buttons or silver threads. Gretel was still a little confused about the name of the leader. He took a closer look and moved his eyes from his face to his enlarged knuckles, and suddenly realized:
Isn't this the gout merchant? He came here twice for treatment, and once with his father. Grete took out a rotten chili pepper from his father's lung!
"Mr. Sangers!" He hurriedly greeted him. He had to be friendly but not too happy: the doctor's face was happy when he saw "business coming to his door", and no patient would feel happy...
It's quite difficult to manage this expression appropriately. Fortunately, Gretel is now a sixth-level mage, and he is considered a big shot. He has a much higher status than these merchants. As long as he relaxes his facial lines a little, others will feel flattered.
A group of fat men all bent over, and a circle of folds appeared neatly on their protruding bellies:
"Nordmark Mage!"
"Lord Nordmark~"
Grete invited them into the conference room, sat down, served coffee, and the skeleton female nurse served snacks. Before he could ask one by one what was wrong, the leading gouty businessman could not wait to speak:
"Lord Noordmark, um... we have a request..."
"How to say?"
Grete leaned forward slightly and listened carefully. What was the purpose of letting these people come together?
Help petition parliament to lift the export ban on certain goods?
Request to open certain routes?
Or request a tax reduction, pass/dismiss a certain ordinance?
I can't do any of these!
Fortunately, the maritime merchants had a fairly accurate estimate of his influence. Sangers put on a smile:
"Sir Noordmark, we recently heard that your place is in need of a new ward. That... we people..."
Do you want to make a donation? Gretel's eyes lit up. It was effortless for each of these ten people to come up with 1,000 gold coins. If ten people put their money together, the money for one building would come out!
"...We hope to invest in your medical clinic. It is said that the parliament has invested 5,000 contribution points before. We jointly contribute 10,000 gold coins, and we only need 20% of the shares..."
The smile on Grete's face slowly faded. Sangus noticed his words and quickly changed his words:
"Even 10% is fine!... Or, 5%? It really can't be any less... Otherwise, the obstetrics business of this ward will be calculated separately, and we will have a 20% share?"
Grete raised a palm to stop what he was saying. Ten thousand gold coins and 5% of the shares equals the valuation of the medical center to 200,000 gold coins. But, I'm sorry, I let you invest in the hospital, unless I have a problem with my brain.
My hospital cannot afford to audit its accounts!
It is a bottomless pit!
No matter how much you invest, you can still spend it completely on medical research, inclusive medical care, and even paying salaries to healers!
"Sorry, the medical center only accepts donations, not investments." He looked directly at the other party with a firm tone. Without waiting for the other party to bargain, he changed the subject with a smile:
"However, if you are willing to donate a ward, you can definitely have the naming rights of this building. In addition, I will also engrave your name and donation amount, and perhaps the name of the industry, on the wall in front of the building or at the door of the building.
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