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

Chapter 689 Write a manuscript and publish it in the newspaper, revealing the true face of the hospital!
Who is blaming the hospital?
Padma leaned on the door frame and looked around.The one who uttered angrily was a young girl in her twenties, wearing a formal light gray dress and pair of square-rimmed glasses.Raise your finger to the opposite side, there are faint traces of ink on the pulp of the finger and the knuckles on the side.

Do you often work with text?

A clerk, a tutor, or a low-level spellcaster?
Padma thought to herself.Opposite the girl with glasses, the girl who took care of the maternity straightened her dress and raised her chin:

"Because she is in pain, you need to give her pain relief? Did you pay? You said you would pay when you were admitted to the hospital, didn't you know?"

"Then you can watch her hurt like this?" The girl with glasses became more and more angry:
"Obviously it's just a matter of little effort—as a healer, as a 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 was flushed red, her palms were clenched and then released, and then clenched again, the light from her fingertips was beating faintly.Just trying not to slap him, a bright voice suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor:

"what happened?!"

"Joanna!"

The girl rushed over aggrieved, said a few words, and explained the matter.Joanna approached slowly while listening. After listening to the whole chapter, she stretched out her hand to pick it up, and lifted up the puerpera who was limp on the ground:
"Come on, go back to the room and lie down for a while, it will be more comfortable." She said softly, without using much force in her hands, she had already hugged the parturient 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 shifted, and she glanced at the several light screens beside the bed:

"The fetal heart rate is also okay. Don't be afraid, everything is normal. If you persist for a few more hours, you will give birth soon."

The clear voice spread from the ward to the corridor.The corridor was quiet, only the brisk footsteps of the nurses could be heard.

Padma breathed a sigh of relief, helped her sister and was about to turn around and go back to the room when she heard a second scream from the ward:
"what--"

"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 to breathe—breath...breath...breath...breath..."

"Can't you give her analgesia?"

The girl with glasses uttered angrily again.Joanna ignored her and concentrated on guiding the pregnant woman's breathing in the ward.After a long time, I got up and came out, and knocked on the door:
"You ask me why I didn't give her analgesia?"

The level 5 priest of the deity religion looked solemn.On her cheeks, three red marks were dignified and mysterious, adding a bit of majesty to her.

The girl with glasses flinched subconsciously, then took a step forward, and raised her volume even more:
"Yeah! She's in so much pain, you don't care if she lives or dies?!"

"First of all, no one cares about her life or death." Joanna said indifferently.She glanced over the faces of several pregnant women who were still in good condition and were still on the sidelines, and nodded slightly to them:

"As soon as I arrived at the scene, I confirmed that she was in good condition and should be able to give birth naturally. If the condition worsened and she had to be delivered by cesarean section, someone would naturally send her there."

"But she's in such pain! You—you're just blind to money!"

"So what?" Joanna replied quietly:
"Spellcasters' spells are always limited, so they must be used in more important places. For example, detection, such as treatment after cesarean section. Pain relief and other less urgent needs can always be put in the back row."

Satisfying the patient's needs without limit, in the end, can only wear down the power of the caster.Even their God of Nature sect, serving the poor people on a daily basis, must know how to control their own power.

However, when the supply is insufficient and the demand is huge, how to allocate these not-so-urgent needs follows another set of rules.

——For example, money, such as power, or, for example, certain things that cannot be exchanged for money or power.

"And the hospital has waived a lot of fees." Joanna's bright eyes turned slightly, staring at the girl with glasses:

"For the examination just now, the standard price for the three first-level spells is 150 gold coins. We didn't charge a single copper coin. If it develops to the point where a cesarean section is required, the hospital will also waive all of the 2000 gold coins."

Her voice was calm and calm, and she didn't raise her volume just because she was confident.Following her statement, the nurses, midwives and family members of the mothers in the corridor also began to whisper:

"It seems so."

"It's true that a lot has been waived. If everything has to be charged, our family will really struggle to pay..."

"Thousands of gold coins are waived, there is no reason to spend dozens of them... So, are you really following the rules?"

All kinds of strange eyes shot at the girl with glasses.The girl was ashamed and angry, her cheeks were flushed, she turned her head suddenly, and rushed out like the wind.

"...I'm so mad!" At the regular meeting that afternoon, she was full of grievances, and complained to the editor-in-chief, editors, and fellow journalists:
"They don't care about these pregnant women at all! After I said a few words, they just blah blah blah, and a lot of them came back! Aren't they all working with the money given by the queen? Why should they charge extra money? I must expose them! I have to write a big article!"

"I'm afraid I can't write this manuscript." On the opposite side of the conference table, an old editor with gray hair pushed the tortoiseshell glasses and said in a deep voice:

"There are no free spells, and the caster has no obligation to cast spells for free. This is the consensus of all spellcasters, at least. Miss Breed, I'm afraid it will not be easy for you to challenge this consensus."

Three or five editors and reporters nodded at the same time.Spellcasters, this is one of the noblest people in the kingdom. They form a group that even the Queen cannot ignore—want to write a manuscript to accuse them?

Not to mention how many people will think the manuscript is ridiculous and outrageous. If the manuscript becomes a big deal, any group of spellcasters may trouble them!
Miss Brad pursed her lips tightly, her eyes flickering behind the glasses.While struggling with how to continue persuading, the editor-in-chief suddenly coughed and knocked on the table:

"It may not be impossible. Miss Brad, what is the origin of the pregnant woman you saw?"

"It's the wife of a Royal Navy officer. Her husband is on a mission at sea." The girl with glasses replied immediately.The editor-in-chief bowed his head in thought for a moment, then gave a short laugh:
"You write it first, and show me when you finish. By the way, the focus is on her husband fighting for the queen, the wife is in the queen's hospital, and the healer is watching her suffer."

"Editor-in-chief!"

"Mr. Krazer!"

"How does this convince others?"

"In case any temple knocks on the door..."

Several editors and reporters said at the same time.The editor-in-chief smiled confidently:
"Go find an artist and draw things down. The picture must have an impact. Remember the previous painting "Ask for Price with a Corpse"? Just draw in that direction! Find the best artist!"

Miss Brad nodded hesitantly.The editor-in-chief raised his head and looked around:
"As for someone's revenge—what are you afraid of? How many times has our newspaper changed its name and moved? As long as the newspaper sells well, as long as it can attract enough attention, there will be a new address, everything will be there!"

Hmph, there was a boss calling for a manuscript in this area before, and I was worried about the fact that it had no impact!
This Miss Brad is really spiritual, she should be cultivated well!

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