Chapter 111
My Empire Chapter 111
2020-11-03
Chapter 111 111 Treatment"Is this really okay? Doctor... Is he really not going to die?" The elderly woman looked at her son lying on the hospital bed, nervously grabbed the arm of the doctor in front of her, and asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, we have a precedent for recovery from this disease. And your son's illness is not serious, and the probability of recovery is still great." The middle-aged man with his hands in his pockets When a doctor answers this kind of question, it is called a clear and logical one.
The hospitals in Serris City are overcrowded, and there are painful patients waiting to be treated in every corner.
Two years ago, Serris City saw very few doctors, and everyone was left to their fate when they got sick. Younger and stronger people may survive, and the old and frail can only lie in bed and die at High Level.
But now this situation has undergone fundamental changes. In the Alanhill Empire, dozens of new large general hospitals have established a good reputation, allowing people to see the victory. The hope of the sick.
Antibiotics have been the magic to save the lives of mortals since Chris began to use the principles of Western medicine to develop modern medicine. Even Frenzberg has to admit that this kind of chemical medicine is to some extent a more miraculous science than healing.
Healing is the use of magical breath to mobilize the life force of the target to cure the disease. Not to mention the consumption of magic power is huge, it cannot completely cure the infectious disease. Therefore, for the Holy Demon Emperor, the role of penicillin cannot be ignored.
The trained nurse hung a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine on the bottle hanger, checked her tools, and started to infuse the feverish patient. Her movements were neat and tidy, and in one fell swoop the needle was inserted into the blood vessels on the back of the patient's hand.
Watching his blood flow back into the leather tube, and then pushed back into his body by the transparent medical liquid, the burning youngster closed his eyes in fear. You must know that two years ago, such treatment was regarded as the "exchange" of the devil.
However, with the increase in cure rates, people will no longer resist such high-tech treatment options.
"Thank you! Thank you doctor." The middle-aged woman bowed in gratitude when she saw that her son had been treated, and thanked the doctor. The doctor looked at a child lying on the next bed, felt the temperature on the child's forehead with his hand, and said to a pair of young parents who were guarding the bed: "Your child's fever has subsided, and he can be discharged from the hospital for observation tomorrow. I'm done!"
"Thank you! Thank you!" The couple stood up, bowed and stood up, back and forth, dazzling.
The doctors who work here are almost taken aback by this kind of gratitude. They don't reach out to stop each other, and they don't feel sorry for them. Faced with dozens and hundreds of such thanks every day, if each one has to worry about it, they don't have to take care of the patient.
"Your husband works in the Alanhill Military Industry Group?" The doctor walked to the door and turned to ask the youngster's mother who had just been admitted to the hospital.
The middle-aged woman was stunned when she heard the question, and then said nodded: "Yes, the father of the child works in the Alanhill Military Industrial Group. He is very responsible and a very good milling machine worker. "
She didn't know why the other party asked this question, and she was still full of worries, calculating whether the money she brought would be enough to pay for the hospitalization fee-although medical technology has improved, the hospitalization fee is not low.
Those who can enjoy this kind of treatment are at least middle-class families with stable income in big cities. bed fee.
You must know that many people who come from afar to treat their diseases are stranded in Alanhill because they cannot afford the expensive fees. Many people even enter the gate of the hospital because they do not have Alanhill's nationality certificate. Not coming.
"That's good, that...Miss Grace! Take her to pay the bills and calculate the insurance. They have a 50% discount for using medicine if they work in a military unit." The doctor greeted A nurse came over and gave some orders.
The faint sadness on the woman's face was disappeared when she heard that she could save half the cost. She is a traditional housewife who has struggled in countless shopping malls and markets, and she is naturally sensitive to the word 50% off.
In Serris City, there are special commercial streets and huge shopping malls, where you can buy many unexpected new things. Recently popular is an expensive thing called a radio. One set costs 300 gold coins. It is placed in the most conspicuous position in the mall, and it is frightening to look at.
I heard that it can't be used by ordinary people after buying it. It can only be used in a new house with electricity at home or in a noble area where wires are laid. That day, she saw a noble lady buy one with her own eyes, which attracted the admiration of countless people around her.
Thinking of this, the woman spoke again to the doctor in front of her and the nurse named Grace: "That, my son, is the one lying on the bed, or, still, the army commander. What about the students of the Academy..."
"Oh!" The doctor was also happy when he heard this, stopped what he was about to walk, turned around and said, "A kind of family! It's rare and rare. Check it out. Check her son's certificate, if it's true, the medical bill will be 20% off."
"Understood! Sir!" The nurse was nodded, her tone full of respect. This middle-aged doctor is a high-level talent in the medical system who has used the knowledge magic ball. I heard that he will be promoted to a high-level doctor in two months. His future is limitless.
If you can hook up with such a talented person, then you will really succeed in the nursing position. Thinking of this, the nurse named Grace glanced at the doctor beside her, shaking her waist and said to the woman, "Come with me."
The woman glanced at the woman. The son, who was still lying on the hospital bed, followed the nurse to the payment office while checking the documents he was carrying. The envious look behind her made the middle-aged woman instantly enjoy the feeling of the noble lady who bought the radio that she saw that day.
"Look at people! 20% off the medical expenses! At least 7 gold coins, 140 Silver Coins is enough." An Old Lady who was standing beside the bed sighed and said enviously.
"That's not it, it's really cheap." Another man who was peeling fruit for his wife followed nodded. His wife came in and spent almost 5 gold coins. If it is also discounted by 20%, then he will have as many as 4 gold coins left.
In fact, he just complained a few words. Two years ago, when he fell ill, he could only lie at home and wait to die. At most, he would find a doctor to prescribe two packs of good herbs. He was 80%. Just can't keep it.
Moreover, two years ago, he was beaten to death and his whole family was killed, and he couldn't get 5 gold coins to treat his wife. Even more how, after seeing a sickness and taking medicine, I still have some spare money to buy some fruit to adjust my body. I really didn't even think about it before.
"Don't be envious, look outside, there are still people who can't get in!" The patient next to the window looked towards the outside, saw the luxurious carriage guarding outside, and looked at those one. The foreign nobles who were anxious but not qualified to enter, looked proud.
The hand of the man peeling the fruit was grabbed by his wife. The man stopped complaining, lifted the head, and saw a grateful and happy wife's face. So his face was also filled with happiness, just an expression that had never been seen before for him.
"Why don't you let us in? We're here to heal too! Want money? I have it! I have 10 gold coins! Let me in! I'll give you an additional 10 Silver Coins, How's it going?" Standing at the gate, a nobleman in Arrant costume shouted to the guards with anger on his face.
The Alanhill guard with a rifle on his back looked at the Arrant noble in front of him with contempt, and pointed to the sign hanging on the door of the hospital: "I'm sorry! Because of the limited number of beds, non-Alanhill citizens are not allowed to enter. !"
"I see..." An Arrant Empire's count had been standing here all afternoon, and he had long since lost his arrogant attitude. He sighed and walked towards his carriage: "Still. Go to the immigration office and ask... there may be more hope there."
His words aroused the approval of many nobles who came to see the doctor, and many nobles' carriages drove towards the block where the immigration office was located. . The noble Arrant Empire who was still clamoring just now looked at the Alanhill guard in front of him with gnashing teeth and spat on the ground angrily: "You wait for me!"
"Sir!" The soldier looked like taking pleasure in other people's misfortune and didn't even bother to say a word. But beside the aristocrat, an Old Master with a red sleeve cuff who had been guarding there for a long time, with his hands behind his back, said with a successful expression: "Spit everywhere, fined a Silver Coin!"
"You !" Just as the nobleman was about to have a seizure, he saw the bright military thorn stuck in the waist of the Alanhill guard at the hospital entrance. He swallowed the words in his mouth, panting with rage and pressed a Silver Coin into the palm of the Old Master: "You guys wait for me!"
"Just thinking about it like a bear What about revenge?" The guard looked at the backs of the distant nobles of the Arrant Empire, coldly snorted and said: "Let's queue up! Today, there are only four dukes I'm waiting for!"
"That's right!" The old man who paid the fine still had his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the shaded place: "Back then, I thought the Count Viscount was a great character, but looking at it now, he has no ability. "..."
The nobles next to him who had not had time to leave were involuntarily twitched in the corners of their mouths, and couldn't stop scolding mothers in their hearts - that's our Arrant nobles! Would you try another nobleman from your Alanhill? Just the one in the military uniform who just went in, don't you stand up straight and salute?
(end of this chapter)