So I took on a loan of 20,000 gold coins? Moreover, with 20,000 gold coins, I don’t need to expect to use the Queen’s treatment fees, the treatment fees of major customers of the Maternity and Infant Hospital, and the training fees of the Spring Water Temple to repay the debt?
Why are there people in the parliament who want to buy and sell by force?
Hey, forget it, don’t worry about this anymore. The left and right councils didn’t say when the 20,000 gold coins or 5,000 contribution points will be repaid, and they didn’t set the loan interest rate. They can shamelessly treat it as an interest-free loan. If they want to force Execute, I will...
I will go find the teacher to support me!
Of course, besides this, there are other things that worry Grete. The main ones are financial pressure:
The wages of newly hired midwives, nurses, and support staff should at least be paid, right?
Spellcasters, there is no need to pay for their salary. Gretel can now shamelessly say, "What kind of salary do you need to learn a craft?" However, the hospital can't let them pay for daily expenses, such as lunch, afternoon tea, etc. Bring it?
Not to mention, as the number of operations increases, logistical expenses, such as charcoal water purification, bed sheets and bedding, etc., are also increasing significantly...
And this money can only be earned by oneself. The Queen has already paid 20,000 gold coins in one lump sum. Regardless of the payment method, it is basically a no-brainer to expect her to increase funding for the hospital.
Gretel had no choice but to go to the former dean, the Lord. Although Gretel gained theoretical control of the Maternity and Infant Hospital, he did not take care of things. So far, the operation of the hospital has relied on the diligent support of this Lord.
"Want to place an ad in the newspaper?"
"Yeah..." Grete spread his hands:
"Let's just say, we plan to start a new medical experiment to compare labor analgesia with natural labor without analgesia."
Well, if you only require analgesia during the second stage of labor, which is when the contractions are most intensive and painful, the cost of casting the spell can be as low as 10 gold coins. If you require analgesia throughout the entire process, the cost will be 100 gold coins.
"Then, if the mother who participates in this plan develops a condition that requires a cesarean section, the hospital can waive the cost of the operation."
Lord Graf brushed up his records. After writing this sentence, he paused with his pen, looked up at Gretel, and stopped talking. Forget it, you are doing the surgery, and you are also throwing away the magical healing skills. Do you want to Just avoid it...
"So what do you need?"
"I need precise placement." Grete only knows this about advertising:
"The target group is probably families who are willing to pay about 10 gold coins to 100 gold coins for the delivery of the mother. I don't know which newspapers or other channels can accurately reach this group of people. I have to leave it to you."
Also, I’m counting on you to improve the hospital’s financial situation!
Lord Graf accepted the order and left. It must be said that this Lord is indeed deeply rooted in the royal capital, and can open up and down any road. From the third day after he released the news, there were middle class people
, pregnant women from middle- and upper-class families came to the hospital one after another.
Padma Stott held her sister's hand and slowly walked into the small white building, frowning slightly. This small building looked neat and clean from the outside, which made people feel good, but there was a strange smell inside. It was cold.
Hard, even a little pungent
"Madam, this is the smell of disinfectant." The nurse in charge of receiving her noticed her words and immediately explained:
"Master Nordmark's research results show that regular disinfection with disinfectant can reduce infection and reduce the occurrence of puerperal fever. Rooms, corridors, and even all instruments in the hospital will be regularly sprayed and wiped with it."
Well, for your own safety, let’s replace the scent of flowers that you are familiar with and love with the smell of disinfectant...
Padma slowly walked into Ward No. 3, lay down on the bed, and decided to take a break while the contractions were not too severe. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was screamed out:
"ah"!!!
Scared to death!
The heart rate doubles directly!
Padma sat up straight, pressing her heart that was beating wildly. On the sofa next to the bed, her sister Liqi had already bounced up and rushed to the door. As soon as the door was opened, a sharp scream immediately came through the crack of the door.
Came in:
"Oh, it hurts me so much. Please let me do it, let me do it."
"Madam, your current situation does not meet the indications for cesarean section." The voice that responded to her was a young woman's voice. It was plain and unhurried, as if it was just a routine matter:
"Please be patient a little longer and don't waste your energy at this stage. The cervix has been opened for seven fingers, and you can give birth in a few hours."
"I don't want...please let me have an autopsy or give me painless surgery, please."
"Madam, when you were admitted to the hospital, your family only paid for one hour of analgesia, which has been used up according to your request. Do you want to continue paying?"
"this……"
Padma became curious and walked out of the ward slowly, leaning on the door frame to watch. She glanced left and right, and several doors opened one after another. More than one pregnant woman or her family members poked their heads out to take a look.
In the corridor, a disheveled pregnant woman with disheveled hair turned her back to her. She was holding on to another old woman and inhaling desperately. Her body was almost soft to the ground:
"Please! Please! Please give me pain relief, I'm going to die from the pain! Please"
"Isn't the money already paid?" A trace of disgust flashed across the face of the old woman she was holding, and she shook her off hard:
"It's all because you couldn't help it, so you used it in advance! You just endured it after you used it. My son works hard at sea, how much money can he make in a year? Is it easy for the family to come up with ten gold coins!"
"I..." The pregnant woman was interrupted after saying a word. The severe pain made her unable to even support her body, and she slowly slid to her knees on the ground:
"I have a dowry... After I give birth, I will go back and borrow money from my parents' family... Please use it for me first. I really can't bear it anymore... I really can't do it anymore..."
No matter how hard-hearted a person is, his heart will soften when he sees her kneeling down and begging like this. At least Padma is like this. If she hadn't been in labor herself, she would have wanted to go up to help the woman and comfort her, "Get inside first."
Sit down, the ground will be too cold and it will hurt your body."
"Your dowry doesn't belong to the family! If you go to borrow money, you don't want the family to repay it!"
However, the old woman remained unmoved. She put her hands on her hips and spoke forcefully:
"Who doesn't feel the pain when a woman gives birth? Generations of our ancestors have experienced pain like this. You are so delicate, so why do you need pain relief? If this family could not guarantee that nothing would happen, who would have spent such a large sum of money to send you in?
!”
Padma closed her eyes slightly. Women have no property or income of their own, so they are bullied like this. As she was thinking this, a man rushed out from the ward next to her and pointed at the young woman who was arranging analgesia for pregnant women:
"Does your hospital have no compassion? Seeing how much pain she is in, you don't even give her any pain relief?!"
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