It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 683: Write an article and publish it in the newspaper to expose the true face of the hospital!
Chapter 683: Write an article and publish it in the newspaper to expose the true face of the hospital!
Who is blaming the hospital?
Padma held on to the door frame and looked around. The person who spoke angrily was a young girl in her twenties, wearing a straight light gray dress and a pair of square-framed glasses. She raised her hand and pointed to the opposite side, pointing to the pulp and side.
There are faint traces of ink on the knots.
Do you often work with words?
Clerk, tutor, or low-level spellcaster?
Padma secretly speculated. Opposite the girl with glasses, the girl taking care of the mother straightened her dress and raised her chin high:
"Because she is in pain, do you need to give her pain relief? Have you paid for it? I told you that you have to pay when you were admitted to the hospital, didn't you know?"
"Then you can just watch her hurt like this?" The girl with glasses became even more angry:
"It's obviously just a simple task. As a healer, as a spell caster who spreads the queen's favor and takes care of the mother, don't you have any sympathy for the mother who is also a woman?!"
The girl's face turned red. She clenched her hands tightly and then released them, then released them and clenched them tightly again. The light on her fingertips was faintly beating. She was trying hard not to slap her when a bright voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor:
"what happened?!"
"Joanna!"
The girl rushed over aggrievedly, and explained the matter in a few words. Joanna slowly approached while listening, listened to the whole story, stretched out her hand to fish, and picked up the mother who had fallen limply on the ground:
"Come, go back to the room and lie down first. It will make you feel more comfortable." She said softly, without using any force on her hands, and she had already picked up the mother like a doll:
"Let me take a look at your situation...well, the heartbeat is okay, the blood pressure is not too high, and the fetal heart rate..."
Her eyes moved around and scanned the light screens on the bedside:
"The fetal heart rate is also okay. Don't be afraid, everything is normal. If you persist for a few hours, you will give birth soon."
The clear voice spread from the ward to the corridor. The corridor was quiet and only the brisk footsteps of the nurses could be heard.
Padma breathed a sigh of relief, supported her sister and was about to turn around and go back to the room when she heard a second scream from the ward:
"ah"
"Don't be nervous, adjust your breathing, and don't waste your energy." Joanna's voice sounded at the right time:
"Come on, follow my command and breathe... inhale... exhale... inhale..."
"Can't you give her pain relief?"
The girl with glasses spoke angrily again... Joanna ignored her and concentrated on guiding the pregnant woman's breathing in the ward. After a long time, she got up and came out, closing the door ajar:
"You ask me why I didn't give her pain relief?"
This level 5 priest of the Natural God Church looked solemn. On her cheeks, three red marks were dignified and mysterious, adding a bit of majesty to her.
The girl with glasses shrank subconsciously, then took a step forward and raised her voice even more:
"Yes! She is in so much pain, and you don't care whether she lives or lives?!"
"First of all, no one cares about her life or death." Joanna said calmly. She glanced at the faces of several pregnant women who were still in good condition and were in a mood to watch, and nodded slightly to them:
"As soon as I arrived, I confirmed that her condition was quite good and she should be able to give birth naturally. If the condition worsened and she had to have a cesarean section, someone would naturally send her there."
"But she's in such pain! You guys are just blind to money!"
"So what?" Joanna replied quietly:
"The spells of spellcasters are always limited, so they must be used in more important places. Such as exploration, such as treatment after cesarean section. Pain relief and other less urgent needs can always be put to the back."
Unrestrictedly meeting the needs of patients will only bring down the power of the spellcaster in the end. Even their God of Nature Order, which serves poor people on a daily basis, must know how to control their power.
When supply is insufficient and demand is extremely high, how these less urgent needs are distributed follows a different set of rules.
For example, money, power, or some things that cannot be exchanged for money or power.
"And the hospital has waived a lot of fees." Joanna's bright eyes turned slightly and stared at the girl with glasses:
"The examination just now, three first-level spells, the standard price is 150 gold coins, we did not charge a single copper coin. If it develops to the point where a cesarean section is required, the hospital will waive the 2,000 gold coins."
Her voice was calm and calm, and she did not raise her voice just because she was justified. As she stated, the nurses, midwives and family members of the mother in the corridor also began to whisper:
"It seems so."
"It is true that a lot has been waived. If every item had to be charged, our family would really have a hard time paying..."
"You've already waived several thousand gold coins, so there's no reason to spend tens of them... So, do you really follow the rules?"
All kinds of strange looks were directed at the girl with glasses. The girl was ashamed and angry, her cheeks were red, she suddenly turned her head and ran out like the wind.
"...I'm so angry!" At the regular meeting that afternoon, she looked aggrieved and complained to the editor-in-chief, editors, and fellow reporters:
"They don't care about these mothers at all! I said a few words, and then they came back with a lot of money! Aren't they all working with the money given by the Queen? Why should they charge extra money?
I must expose them! I will write a big article!"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to write this manuscript." Across the conference table, a gray-haired old editor pushed up his tortoiseshell glasses and said in a deep voice:
"There are no free spells, and spellcasters have no obligation to cast spells for free. This is the consensus of everyone, at least, all spellcasters. Miss Brad, it may not be easy for you to challenge this consensus."
Three or five editors and reporters nodded at the same time. The spell caster was one of the most noble people in the kingdom. They formed a group that even the queen could not ignore and wanted to write an article to accuse them?
There is no telling how many people will find the manuscript ridiculous. If this manuscript becomes a big issue, any group of spellcasters may cause trouble for them!
Miss Brad pursed her lips and her eyes kept flickering behind her spectacles. While she was wondering how to continue persuading, the editor suddenly coughed and knocked on the table:
"It may not be impossible. Miss Brad, what is the origin of the mother you saw?"
"She is the wife of a Royal Navy officer. Her husband is on a mission at sea." The girl with glasses answered immediately. The editor-in-chief lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gave a short laugh:
"You go and write it first, and show it to me when you're done. By the way, the focus is on her husband fighting for the queen, and his wife in the queen's hospital, and the healers are watching her suffer."
"Editor-in-Chief!"
"Mr. Kreiser!"
"How do you convince others?"
"What if some temple knocks on your door..."
Several editors and reporters said at the same time. The editor-in-chief smiled confidently:
"You go find a painter and draw things. The picture must be impactful. Remember the previous painting "Holding a Corpse for Price"? Just draw it in that direction! Find the best painter!"
Miss Brad nodded hesitantly. The editor raised her head and looked around:
"As for whether someone is afraid of revenge? How many times has our newspaper changed its name and moved to another house? As long as the newspaper sells well and attracts enough attention, there will be a new address and everything will be possible!"
Humph, a big boss asked for a manuscript in this area before, but I was worried about the fact that it had no impact!
This Miss Brad is really spiritual and should be well cultivated!
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