I was a god in the 18th century

The butler David knocked on the door and walked into the study. He looked at Owen and said, "Sir, you already know? And the bridge too?"

He pointed to the ceiling.

"Yes." Owen nodded. Seeing that David still didn't back down, he asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." David stepped forward and said, "The three guests who came last night did not bring personal servants. Do they need to arrange personal servants for them?"

Irving thought for a moment and then said: "Go to the Efra Hospital in the town and hire a nurse to take care of old Mrs. Irving. Let the professionals do the professional things."

"Okay." David nodded and left without commenting on Owen's decision.

As Owen's subordinate, David learned absolute obedience while in the army.

The Ivra Hospital that Owen was referring to was built by Mr. Macken to imitate the regular hospital in London.

The establishment of hospitals in villages and towns almost symbolized the clarion call for formal medicine’s scientific attack on folk medicine at the end of the 18th century. By the early 19th century, British folk doctors were basically in decline.

After Xia Qingdai learned that a new hospital had opened in the town, she immediately asked Owen to find Mr. Marken and invest money in the hospital together.

So Irving is now also one of the shareholders of the hospital, so it is very convenient to invite nurses here - not to mention paying for them.

As for the nurse's care fee, there is no way to compare it with the doctor's consultation fee.

The reason is very simple. People who study medicine in university medical schools are all children of the middle class and above (such as the younger sons of big landowners and nobles), and they invest a lot in going to university. The candidates for nurses are almost all middle- and lower-class poor peasants. There are no formal nursing schools, so they learn while working.

A poor clergyman's daughter like Jane Austen would not go out to work, let alone other wealthy middle-class people.

Therefore, the doctor charged ten shillings for a home visit. At this time, the living expenses of an ordinary family of five for a week was less than five shillings. The cost of hiring a live-in nurse is only slightly higher than that of a low-level maid.

In Ifla Hospital, there are many medical students who graduated from the medical schools of Oxford and Cambridge universities invited by Mr. Marken, and he also hired a well-known internal medicine doctor to be the dean.

It can be said that all doctors in Ifla Hospital have formal and legal medical qualifications.

It is different from illegal doctors who work part-time as priests, barbers, carpenters, women, etc.

The nurses are all locally recruited daughters of poor families, including some women who work part-time as private midwives.

But despite this, there is actually not much difference between regular doctors and private doctors in terms of treatment methods.

A lot of advanced medical theoretical knowledge has been published in this era, including understanding of human internal organs and blood circulation, but these are currently only available in medical school classrooms and papers.

The main medical methods are still based on the three methods of bloodletting, inducing vomiting, and enema for defecation passed down from the Middle Ages.

The most exaggerated thing is that the doctor is dissecting a corpse one second and delivering a baby the next, without changing clothes or washing hands in between.

Therefore, the mortality rate of pregnant women giving birth in the hospital at this time is very high, even far lower than that of midwives. The hospital attributed the cause of postpartum death to puerperal fever, while the public blamed miasma and comets.

Other patients who need surgery are in the same situation. Whether they survive or not is left to their fate.

This is a world that knows almost nothing about microorganisms, and a lot of people die from postoperative infections.

Some doctors have published relevant papers, but they did not cause any splash.

It was not until the mid-19th century that the medical theory of hand-washing and disinfection began to truly appear in Europe. In order to promote hand washing and disinfection, a series of bloody incidents occurred.

Almost every small progress made by human beings requires blood to pave the way. After all, the power of old ideas is too strong. This is off topic, so I won’t mention it for now.

Anyway, Xia Qingdai herself had no intention of promoting any advanced theories and technologies in the West in the 18th century. She was content with just taking care of her own one-third of an acre of land.

When Xia Qingdai stewed the last pot of tomato and beef brisket, there was a sound at the door.

She walked to the door, opened it, and said with a smile: "Brother, you're back! The meal is ready, all that's left is the last tomato and beef brisket soup."

"Not bad." Xia Shanglu went into the house to change his shoes and praised Xia Qingdai.

It was rare that he didn't work overtime on weekends, so he came back as soon as he got off work.

Because it was the weekend, Xia Qingdai had plenty of time, so she cooked a sumptuous dinner.

The brother and sister opened the folding dining table and sat facing each other to have dinner.

During the dinner, the old man Xia Shanglu took out something with two W's on it from his pocket. Xia Qingdai took it and looked at it for a while, then asked a little uncertainly: "Brother, what is this, a car key?"

Xia Shanglu smiled: "That's right! Your brother and I bought a mobility scooter. Next time we go back to grandma's house, we will drive there."

"Wow! That's awesome!" Xia Qingdai clapped her hands happily, "It will be much more convenient in the future!"

"Ha, I will drive you to school tomorrow morning." Xia Shanglu was also very happy.

"Okay, okay!" It's certainly more comfortable to ride in a private car than to squeeze into a bus!
"Brother, will you always drive to and from get off work in the future?"

"Of course not. It's a waste of gas and time. It's more convenient to ride a donkey."

"Oh, that car is a bit of a waste."

"Don't waste it. When we have a rest in the future, we can drive around and have fun."

"Ok!"

The two brothers and sisters were thinking about the future with great interest, and they made an appointment that night to wait for Xia Qingdai to finish her college entrance examination, then drive out to play and go south to Dali.

Xia Shanglu worked for five years, never fell in love or went to bars, but actually saved a lot of money. I originally thought I would save it for Xia Qingdai's study, in case she wanted to go to graduate school or something.

But now that the little guy has made a huge profit from selling clothes, he can be self-reliant, so he can buy a scooter, which is much more convenient - the most important thing is that he was dragged by his colleagues to participate in the license plate lottery. His colleagues did not win, but he did One hit and it hits.

If you do not buy a car and register it within six months after winning the license plate number, the number will become invalid.

I have no choice but to buy it if I don’t want to.

If you win the lottery and don’t buy, you won’t be allowed to participate again within a year. It’s hard to say when you will win in the future.

His big-time colleague has been trying to win the lottery for three years, but he has now decided to participate in the auction and spend money to buy an account. The starting price is 10,000 yuan.

After dinner and washing the dishes, Xia Shanglu read criminal investigation books to recharge his batteries while Xia Qingdai tidied up, picked up her mobile phone and entered the room.

At this time, the castle was already very lively. Many people had heard about the Tianjiang Shenqiao. They all took the time to run to the lake to have a look, and then came back happily.

Everyone is saying that this is the handiwork of the patron saint of their Fucui Villa, which means that Mr. Owen can increase his stable income!
Everyone agrees that this bridge must charge a bridge toll. After all, it is such a beautiful bridge! Perhaps more majestic than London Bridge!