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

Chapter 604 If I am put to death, can I stop starving?

It was also the first time that Viscount Alwin saw these children.He was not the one who ran away when he contacted the orphanage before——

What are you kidding, for such a mess, just send a housekeeper.Find the director of the orphanage and the counterpart management staff of the city hall to drink a glass of wine, insert two gold coins, explain the reason, and you can loan the children out for a day.

...the gold coins are for the fortress.These children, the youngest three or four years old, and the oldest less than ten years old, have already started to work: unraveling rags, rotten twine so that they can be made into wadding for stuffing the hull and so on.One day of downtime, economic loss, there is anyway...

And what Gretel waited for was such a group of children with tattered clothes, obviously malnourished, and even a bit big-headed and small-bodied.

Viscount Alwin specially hired a string of carriages to bring these orphans to his door.However, when they got out of the carriage, these orphans who had never been in a carriage were pale and staggered, and one tenth of them collapsed to the ground on the spot, and even vomited directly.

Viscount Alwyn: ...I hired a carriage to make a good impression on Master Nordmark!It's because I'm afraid you guys will get separated!Not to make you vomit in front of the hospital!

Gretel had no complaints.He gave an order, and the barbarian security guards led, carried, and hugged the orphans, and filed in.First, it was not a physical examination, but they were led into a big room and shouted loudly:
"Take off all your clothes! Take a shower first! Your clothes will be washed! - Wash all the fleas, lice, and bedbugs off your bodies first!"

This is a hospital!Hospital!Although the magic circle in the hospital can prevent flies, mice, and all kinds of insects and ants from approaching, it can't stop the things carried by people!
If these little things are not cleaned up, the sanitation of the entire hospital will be ruined!

The barbarian security guards, as well as the aunts of the nursing team, each grabbed a child and washed them.

The dirty clothes that were taken off were collectively thrown into the big bucket, and a bucket of soapy water was poured on it. Then, the skeleton nurses jumped into the bucket without even rolling their sleeves:
"Three laps to the left, three laps to the right, twisting the neck, twisting the buttocks, going to bed early and getting up early, let's do some exercise!"

Raise your hand, raise your foot, turn around, wave your arms, step on your legs hard... Skull brand washing machine, work hard!

The skeletons are responsible for washing clothes, and the barbarian security guards and nurses are responsible for washing people.After washing, each person was given a set of undershirt and shorts, and was brought to the consultation room on the spot.The healers took the physical examination form given by Gretel and checked one by one:
age, gender, height, weight.Sight, hearing, smell.Observe whether the bones are deformed, whether the lung breathing sounds are abnormal, whether there are abnormal heart murmurs...

Gretel himself was working in the consulting room.He only waited for less than 10 minutes, and there was a child with brown-black hair that was softly attached to his forehead, and was pulled in front of him by the nurse:

"What's your name?" Gretel motioned him to sit on the opposite stool, and opened the first page of the medical examination form: "How old are you?"

"Bill, sir." The boy lowered his head timidly, looking at him secretly from under his bangs: "My name is Bill. I am six years old."

This is not like six years old.Gretel made a note, guided him to stand upright by the wall, and quickly glanced at the mark on the wall: just over one meter.As for the weight, the reading on the scale was less than 15 kilograms.

Height and weight are not acceptable.His eyesight and hearing seemed to be fine, his limbs and bones were normal, and his spine was not curved.His complexion is pale and bloodless, and he does not need a blood test to know that he must have anemia.

There are obvious chilblain marks on the hands and feet, and large areas of dermatitis on the skin of the limbs, which should be caused by the poor living conditions.The edema of the lower limbs, especially the insteps is more obvious, and the chest, back, and upper body are thin, which can be seen from starvation.

Gretel sighed, took off the stethoscope and put it in his ear.Before the chest piece was attached, a long grunt was heard in the boy's stomach.

"I... sir, I..."

The boy was blushing and bewildered.Gretel sighed and patted him on the head:
"It's okay, I'll have something to eat later. Come on, sit down, let me exhale when I tell you to breathe, and inhale when I tell you to inhale..."

There were no heart murmurs and no abnormal breath sounds.But Grete knows that this situation is just a fragile balance:

Malnutrition and frailty make the child's resistance extremely low.A cold or an epidemic may kill them.

"Okay. Next!"

The boy was led out by the nurse timidly.The next child was ushered in, and soon, he turned his head to hear the clear cheers at the end of the corridor:
"There's food! There's food!—and meat!"

The child on the round stool in front of him twisted, stretched his head to look out, and his chest naturally left the stethoscope.Gretel didn't scold him, but turned his head together and sighed in ecstasy.

This one was also malnourished.Except for malnutrition, there is no big problem.Also, given the living conditions of these children, children with congenital diseases may not even live to be five or six years old.

He finished the inspection quickly, and the child ran out of the door without anyone's guidance.Soon, another cheer sounded in the hall at the end of the corridor:
"Give me a bowl!—give me a bowl!"

Viscount Alwyn walked in quietly.Sitting silently in a corner of the consulting room, watching Grete check the orphans like flowing water.After a while, taking advantage of the interval between one child running out and the next one not coming in, he asked in a low voice:
"Does that work?"

It's just some orphans!Take them out of the orphanage in the morning and send them back in the evening!Let them eat a full meal here, or even eat a piece of meat, what can it change?
This kind of experience, if it stays in their memory, will only make these orphans more painful!

Gretel hesitated to speak.Just as I was about to answer, someone shouted in a consulting room outside:
"Master Nordmark! Come and take a look!"

Gretel rushed out immediately.Listen to your heartbeat, listen to your breathing, then shake your head:

"This is normal. Your chest piece is misplaced, it should be a little more to the left—"

After the guidance, he returned to his consultation room, watched the next child, and then smiled at Viscount Alwyn:

"This may not solve the problem. But this is the only thing I, our clinic, can do for these children."

For this physical examination, Oak Grove Hospital prepared a physical examination meal for each orphan.Two slices of bread and butter for each person, a glass of milk, a piece of cheese, a bowl of broth with a piece of meat in it—

Give them a memory of being full, an experience of eating meat, give them a little nutrition, and let them accumulate a little energy to fight diseases.Maybe, there is such a child, so can he survive a disease?

In his previous life, he also helped Fei.Those children in impoverished areas are malnourished and suffering from diseases. Maybe they are cured this time, and they will die at some point next time——

But does aid work make sense?Of course there is, kindness and help can gather water into a river, and it will trickle, even if it can change the fate of the child a little bit, that is good.

Viscount Alwin was also silent.After a while, he said softly:
"In my castle, I should be able to employ five—well, maybe ten orphans. Anyway, give them a bite to eat, and when they grow up, they will also be citizens of my territory."

Gretel nodded and smiled at him.Adopting, nurturing, teaching these orphans, and even improving their conditions require too much manpower and material resources.Even if he can pay the money, he doesn't have enough manpower and energy to supervise the people who raised them.

He chatted with Viscount Alwyn for a few words, and then kept going in and out of various consulting rooms, instructing the healers to identify heartbeat and breathing sounds:

There were two children suspected of having bronchitis, and each of them took a treatment to solve the problem;
There was a child suspected of myocarditis caused by a cold, and it was also filmed with a treatment technique;
There is another child who sounds like his heart sound is wrong, but in fact he has a chicken breast, causing the wrong part of the auscultation...

Gretel had been busy all day and was sweating profusely.Fortunately, this day was not all fruitless. After a busy day, he finally brought a seven or eight-year-old boy to Viscount Alwyn:

"This child also has a congenital heart disease. The type and degree are different from Mr. Ling's. However, it can be checked in the same way and can be treated in a similar way."

After checking two or three hundred children, only this one was found.Viscount Alwin was a little frustrated, but seeing that Gretel was so busy here, he could only accept this result.

He winked, and the housekeeper beside him rushed out immediately, and after a while, he brought in the director of the orphanage:
"This child is seriously ill." Viscount Alwyn raised his head proudly, and nodded the boy with his chin:

"This Mr. Pastor is willing to treat him now. This kind of treatment may be a little dangerous, but it can cure him—here in the orphanage, do you agree to the treatment?"

"Your Excellency Viscount, what are you talking about?" The dean of the orphanage bent slightly, wearing a half-worn black suit, the buttons on his belly were almost torn apart.Holding a velvet top hat in one hand, he smiled all over his face:
"It's his honor that the noble caster is willing to treat him. As for the danger, how can one not take risks in life?"

Gretel couldn't bear to watch.He took the child a few steps away, squatted down, and looked at the child with both eyes:

"You're very ill, heart—there's something here. Do you know that?"

"No, I don't know, sir." The boy shrank back, pressed his back against the wall, and shrank down again.Gretel turned a blind eye and didn't scold him for "smearing the wall" or "smearing the clothes", and continued to ask:

"Now I hope to treat you—this kind of treatment may be dangerous, and may cause you to lose your life, although the possibility is very small. However, I will protect you very carefully—then, are you willing to let me cure?"

The boy was silent.He lowered his head to think for a moment, touched his stomach - it was warm and full here, and he just ate a full meal today - he raised his head and spoke with expectation:

"Sir, if I die, can I never feel hungry again?"

Gretel turned his head abruptly, his nose sore.

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