It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 329 Mortality and reinforcements
The night is dark.

The last operation is over.

The casters retreated one after another.Go back to the mage tower, go back to the mage tower, go back to the shrine, go back to the shrine.Meditate, sleep, and wait for the recovery of mental power and spells the next day.A legal profession, without spells, is useless...

Only poor Gretel could not rest yet.In the middle of the night, a group of apprentices lined up in front of him, counting one by one:
"In wards 1-4 on the first floor, there are a total of 88 people. 40 people have been treated with magic arts, 28 have recovered, and 12 are still under observation. 48 people have been treated without magic arts, 6 died, and the remaining 40 people are under observation."

"Ward 5-8 on the first floor, a total of 92 people, 30 people received magical treatment, 22 recovered, and 8 people were under observation. 62 people were treated with non-spiritual magic, 11 died, and the remaining 51 people were under observation..."

"Ward 9-10 on the first floor, Ward 9-10 on the second floor..."

"Wards 1-4 on the second floor..."

Gretel kept recording data on the form.The further you go, the fewer people receive magical treatment and the higher the death rate.In just one day, as many as 1247 patients had flooded into the hospital, as well as those who had contracted the disease, and among them, the number of deaths...

51 people.

Gretel knew that this number would continue to increase in the next few days.Patients with intestinal anthrax, if they cannot be treated in time and effectively, will turn to sepsis in large numbers, and then die on the second or third day.Although a large dose of penicillin has been injected, how many can be saved?
Using intramuscular injection instead of intravenous infusion, Gretel himself is not sure how effective it will be.

"Have you recorded the time and dosage of penicillin injection?"

He asked while flipping through the record book.There was a sparse response in front of him:

"recorded……"

"The temperature change of the patient?"

"recorded……"

This time the answering voice was even rarer.Gretel was helpless:

There are a total of 23 students, deducting those who are in the laboratory, who are doing penicillin in the Master Tower, and who are coordinating and dispatching. Each apprentice has an average of 4 wards and nearly 100 patients.Injecting penicillin alone is already too busy, and you still need to record your body temperature?
No matter how serious they are and how hard they try, it is absolutely impossible to record the body temperature of each patient on time.

In the top three hospitals in my previous life, a resident doctor usually managed about 10 patients.That's it, not counting the attending physician, deputy chief physician, chief doctor, nurse, head nurse...

Even though the city hall later supported a group of people, and the medical branch also sent a group of apprentices to help, the work intensity of these students was not that low.

"Thank you everyone." Gretel glanced at each apprentice from left to right, and then from right to left.After a whole day of high-intensity work, every student has a sallow complexion and chapped lips.Standing there staggeringly, feeling weak, I feel like I will fall to the ground in the next moment.

"Thank you for your work today. We admitted 1247 patients today, and more than half of them failed to receive timely magical treatment. Relying on everyone's efforts, we only died of 51 patients today, counting those who received magical treatment. The overall mortality rate of patients is less than 5%.

What we are facing is an extremely dangerous disease.The onset is acute, the course of the disease is fast, and the mortality rate is high.If not treated in time, the mortality rate of patients can be as high as 70%.It is inseparable from everyone's hard work to have such achievements today.

thank you all! "

He bowed deeply.In front of them, a group of students were in a hurry, returning the salute in a panic.

Gretel straightened up.He let out a heavy breath:

"Everyone can go back to rest. Go through the evacuation passage, disinfect, take a bath, clean yourself thoroughly, and then go back to the mage tower to have a good sleep. We will have more helpers tomorrow, I promise, we will not make everyone so hard... ..."

The students let out small, feeble cheers and filed down the evacuation corridor.Gretel left with them. After disinfecting them, he habitually summoned the magic horse, raised his palm halfway, and then lowered it heavily.

"What are you doing?" Someone next to him said.Gretel turned his head following the sound, and when he saw the person coming, he immediately bowed his head and saluted:

"Your Excellency the Great Mage."

Archmage Carlisle grunted and raised his hand casually.He was also very annoyed today: Aurora rushed to his laboratory early in the morning, showed a skill that he had never done before, and urged him to help find the judging committee, the city hall, the temple, and all kinds of things. people work.The movement was a little slower, and he lowered down, as if he was about to cry and hug his thigh.

Not only asked him, but also his disciples and grandchildren, as long as anyone who can put down their work, come and help make disinfectant and bleach...

That's not counting.The Lord of Thunder was also alarmed. He asked about the situation once at noon today, and again at night!
He never reported it to the teacher!

Hey, the teacher gave him little Gretel to look after, so what else can he do if he doesn't keep an eye on it?

"Your Excellency, I want to go to the review meeting to see if I can coordinate more people and come to help tomorrow." Gretel replied respectfully. "As you can see, dozens of apprentices are too busy to take care of so many patients."

"Wait until you think about it?"

Archmage Carlisle snorted heavily, and casually summoned the Phantom Horse.Gretel tried to ride, but his legs and feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't get on the horse's back no matter what.Thanks to the phantom horse neighing and kneeling on all fours, Gretel sat on the saddle smoothly.

"Don't worry, it's already been arranged." The horse's hooves slammed, and the night wind blew the words of the archmage into Gretel's ears:

"Tomorrow morning, 100 apprentices and low-level mages will report to the mage tower. Give you an hour, teach them how to protect themselves, and then take them to work, no problem?"

"No problem!" Gretel was overjoyed.Your Excellency the Archmage coughed:
"I didn't give it to you for nothing. Two conditions. First, how did you get there, and how do you return it? You can't say that you sent a hundred, and ten or eight fell ill after returning. Can it be done?"

"This... I will try my best..."

Gretel sweated.Protection must be taught, but he is really not sure whether these apprentices will be obedient and whether they will be well protected.What if a careless person comes and stuffs something into his mouth without washing his hands after caring for the patient?

We can only hope that the probability of human-to-human transmission of anthrax is not high...

"Secondly, what did you come up with - penicillin - when will you be able to write a paper? How to make it, the effect of the drug..."

Hey, there are many people who are interested in good things.Gretel was silent.It was only applied on a large scale today, and before 24 hours had passed, the council came to ask...

"Give me another 100 people! Only one person can take care of five patients before he has time to record the effects of medication!"

"This……"

Gretel haggles with Archmage Carlisle.At the same time, under the ever-burning lamp in front of the statue of the God of War, the Archbishop put his hands behind his back and looked up at the face of the statue:
"That... special medicine, besides today's problem, which diseases are also effective? Can we get the manufacturing method? Let's talk about it tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)