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

Chapter 647 Let's raise funds, please rebuild another building!
[Delay Pain · Spinal Anesthesia], or the successful development of childbirth 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 fee, accommodation fee, and meal fee were all exempted;
Or it is the rich people whose income is at least one-thousandth of the top in the city, throwing thousands of gold coins to enjoy cesarean section.These people even bring their own magic houses, spells related to keeping warm and cold, mosquito repellent and insect repellent, and their own servants and maids, and they will never endure the crowding and noise of the maternity ward.

However, the childbirth analgesic spell expanded the scope of business to an annual income of 100 to 500 gold coins.This group of people has money, although not much;
There are some spellcasting levels, but even if there are, they can't support 24 hours of 【Shelter House】;
His social status must be much higher than that of poor peasant women, but lower than that of Gretel.If you want to force Gretel to change his mind, not to admit the poor, and to make room for their female relatives, don't even think about it.

So... Oak Grove Hospital, the beds in the maternity ward were added to the corridor...

Gretel was unmoved.Is it an extra bed, is it added to the corridor, public hospitals are like this.To enjoy private services, bring your own house, or build one yourself!

However, the demand exists objectively.One family member came to ask, and two family members came to ask. 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."

"Didn't it cost 100 gold coins before?"

"That's a discounted price for council magicians..."

Some of the family members paid with trembling hands, most of them went back crying, and arranged for the struggling family members to live with poor women.Even Leon Carlos, who was in charge of hospital management, couldn't stand it any longer. He quietly found Grete and discussed with him:

"Boss, can we build another building? I calculated the account, and the gold coins in the account recently have a balance of about 4000 gold coins. If you save a little more, it will be enough to build a small building..."

"Not enough." Gretel said sadly.There is indeed a balance in the account, but this balance is just enough to build a small building with a maximum of 10 rooms.But looking at the current needs, a small building is simply not enough.

At least expand to 50 beds! 40 ordinary beds, 10 VIP beds, and one vvip ward are enough for the rich!
Do the math, the required budget is more than doubled...

What's more, Gretel knew that the balance in his hand was not reliable at all.Don't look at the profit of the hospital, this profit is actually earned by squeezing the caster:

In the name of learning, the healers working in the Oak Grove Medical Center basically received a basic salary.Take Pastor Matthew as an example, level 5 priests, the average income is basically 500 contribution points a year, but in the Oak Grove Medical Center, they can only get 100 contribution points a year...

Adding the wages and the cost of casting spells to treat the poor, the books of the medical center can collapse in an instant.

And the situation of oppressing the caster must not last long.It's like Grete's previous life, relying on reducing the salaries of medical staff, allowing interns, regular trainees, and young residents to undertake a lot of work with extremely low wages, and lowering the medical expenses in society.

Doctors are dissatisfied with this approach, and patients are actually dissatisfied as well.The medical experience is too bad, the conflict between doctors and patients is fierce, and various conflicts occur from time to time.

If possible, Gretel also wants their salary to be equal to the normal income of the same level.So for financial resources or something, if possible, I still have to think of other ways... um...

"Master Nordmark! Master Nordmark!"

A loud voice shouted all the way from the main entrance of the hospital.Gretel put down the quill, poked his head out and took a look, and saw a fat man with a familiar face leading the way, followed by a series of fat men——

The clothes are glittering with gold and silver, and they are either gold buttons or silver threads.Gretel was still a little confused about the name of the leader, so he took a closer look, moved his eyes from his face to his swollen knuckles, and suddenly realized:

Isn't this the Gout Sea Merchant?I have been here twice for treatment, and once with my father. Gretel took out a rotten pepper from his father's lung!

"Mr. Sangers!" He walked up quickly, trying to show kindness but not being too happy: the doctor looked happy when he saw "business is coming", and no patient would be happy...

It's hard to know how to manage this expression.Fortunately, Gretel is now a sixth-level mage, and he can be considered a big shot, much higher than these sea merchants.Just a little relaxation of the facial lines can make others feel flattered.

A group of fat men bent over, with a neat circle of folds on their protruding belly:
"Master Nordmark!"

"His Excellency Nordmark~~~"

Gretel invited them into the conference room, sat down, served coffee, and the skeleton nurse served snacks.Before he could ask one by one, "What's wrong?", the leading gouty businessman couldn't wait to speak:
"Your Excellency Nordmark, that...we have a request..."

"How to say?"

Gretel leaned forward slightly, listening carefully.What is the purpose of letting them come together?

Help to petition Parliament to lift the export ban on certain goods?
Request to open certain routes?
Or ask for lower taxes, pass/repeal a law?

I can't do any of these!

Fortunately, the sea merchants had quite correct estimates of his influence.Sangers piled up a smile:
"Your Excellency Nordmark, we recently heard that you are short of a new ward here. That...we people..."

Want to donate?Gretel's eyes lit up.In this group of ten or so people, each of them took out 1000 gold coins without any difficulty. When ten people pooled together, the money for one building came out!

"...We hope to invest in your medical center. It is said that the council invested 5000 contribution points before, and we jointly contributed 20 gold coins, as long as we have [-]% of the shares..."

The smile on Gretel's face slowly faded.Sangers observed his words and quickly changed his words:
"Even if it's 10%!...or, 5%? It really can't be any less... Otherwise, just calculate the obstetrics business of this ward separately, and we account for 20% of the share?"

Gretel held up a palm, stifling his words.5 gold coins, 20% of the shares, equal to the valuation of the medical institution reaching [-] gold coins.But, sorry, let you invest in hospitals, unless I have a hole in my head.

My hospital can't afford to check the accounts!
It is a bottomless pit!
No matter how much investment is made, it can be completely consumed in medical research, inclusive medical care, and even salary payments 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 on the wall in front of the building or at the entrance of the building, and perhaps the name of the industry ?”

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