One Hundred and Eleven Treatment

"Is this really okay? Doctor...Is he really not going to die?" A middle-aged woman asked anxiously while watching her son lying on the hospital bed, grabbing the doctor's arm nervously.

"Don't worry, we have a precedent for recovery from this disease. And your son's condition is not serious, so there is a good chance of recovery." With his hands in his pockets, the middle-aged doctor answered such questions Come on, that's called a righteous way.

The hospital in Serris City is overcrowded, and there are painful patients waiting for treatment in every corner of the city.

Two years ago, there were very few doctors in Seris City, and everyone had to resign themselves to fate when they got sick. Younger and stronger people may survive, while the old and frail can only lie in bed and wait to die.

But now this situation has undergone fundamental changes. In the Alan Hill Empire, dozens of new large-scale general hospitals have established a good reputation, allowing people to see the hope of defeating the disease.

Since Chris began to develop modern medicine using the principles of Western medicine, antibiotics have become the magic that saves the lives of mortals. 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 diseases. Not to mention the consumption of magic power is huge, and it cannot completely cure infectious diseases. Therefore, for the Holy Demon Empire, 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 began to infuse the feverish patient. Her movements were neat and tidy, inserting the needle into the blood vessel on the back of the patient's hand in one fell swoop.

Watching his blood flow back into the leather tube, and then pushed back into his body by the transparent medicinal liquid, the burned-out young man 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 nodded gratefully and thanked the doctor when she saw that her son had been treated. 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 guarding the bed: "Your child's fever has subsided, and he can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow for observation. It's gone!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" The couple stood up, bowed and stood up one by one, back and forth dazzlingly.

The doctors who work here have almost taken this kind of gratitude for granted. They don't reach out to stop each other, and they don't feel embarrassed. 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.

"Does your husband work at the Airland Hill Military Industrial Corporation?" The doctor walked to the door and turned to ask the mother of the young man who had just been admitted to the hospital.

The middle-aged woman was stunned when she heard the question, then nodded and said, "Yes, the child's father works in the Airland Hill Military Industry 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 expenses-although medical technology has improved, the hospitalization expenses are not low.

Those who can enjoy this kind of treatment are at least middle-class families with stable incomes in big cities. If no one in the family works in the factory, enterprise, and government, they may not necessarily be able to afford expensive medicine and bed expenses.

You must know that many people who come from afar to treat their diseases are stranded in Ailan Hill because they cannot pay the expensive fees. Many people cannot even enter the hospital because they do not have Ailan Hill's nationality certificate. Come.

"That's good, that...Miss Grace! Take her to pay the bills, calculate the insurance,

If their family works in a military-industrial unit, there is a 50% discount on the use of drugs. "The doctor greeted a nurse and gave some orders.

Hearing that she could save half the cost, the faint sadness on the woman's face disappeared. 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 Seris 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, which costs 00 gold coins, and is placed in the most eye-catching position in the shopping mall.

I heard that ordinary people can't use it if they buy it back. 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 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 is he still a student of the Army Command Academy..."

"Oh!" The doctor was also happy when he heard this statement, stopped what he was about to walk, and turned around and said, "A kind of family! It's rare and rare. Check her son's certificate. If it's true, the medical fee is Two fold."

"Understood! Sir!" The nurse nodded, her tone full of respect. This middle-aged doctor is a senior medical system talent who has used the knowledge magic ball. I heard that he will be promoted to become a senior doctor in two months, and his future is limitless.

If you can hook up with such a talented person, then you will truly succeed in the nurse position. Thinking of this, the nurse named Grace glanced at the doctor beside her, shaking her waist and saying to the woman, "Come with me."

The woman glanced at her son, who was still lying on the hospital bed. While checking the documents she was carrying, she followed the nurse to the payment office. The envious look behind her made the middle-aged woman instantly enjoy the feeling of the lady who bought the radio that she saw that day.

"Look at others! 20% off medical expenses! At least 7 gold coins, 140 silver coins is enough." An old woman 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 nodded along. His wife came in and spent almost 5 gold coins. If this is also discounted by 20%, then he There are only 4 gold coins left.

In fact, he was just complaining a few words. Two years ago, when he was sick, he could only lie at home and wait to die. At most, he could find a doctor to prescribe two packs of good herbs.

Moreover, two years ago, after killing him and killing his entire family, he couldn't collect 5 gold coins to treat his wife. What's more, after seeing a doctor and taking medicine, he still has some spare money to buy some fruits to adjust his body, which is really unthinkable in the past.

"Don't be envious, look outside, there are still people who can't get in!" The patient next to the window looked out, saw the luxurious carriages guarding outside, and looked at those anxious but ineligible to enter Foreign aristocrats look proud.

The hand of the man who was peeling the fruit was grabbed by his wife. The man stopped complaining, looked up, 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 another 10 silver coins, how about that?" Standing at the gate, A nobleman in Arlantean costume shouted to the guard with anger on his face.

The Alan Hill guard with a rifle on his back looked at the Arlantean nobles in front of him with contempt, and pointed to the notice hanging on the hospital gate: "I'm sorry! Because the hospital bed is limited, non-Alan Hill citizens are not allowed. get inside!"

"I see..." An earl of the Arlantean Empire had been standing here all afternoon, and his arrogant attitude had long since disappeared. He sighed and walked to his carriage: "Let's go to the immigration office and ask Just ask... there may be more hope over 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 nobleman of the Arlantean Empire, who was still clamoring just now, gnashed his teeth and looked at the Alan Hill guards in front of him, and spat bitterly on the ground: "Wait for me!"

"Sir!" The soldier had a gloating expression on his face, and he didn't even bother to speak. But beside the aristocrat, an old man with a red sleeve cuff who had been guarding there for a long time had his hands behind his back, and 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 army thorns stuck in the waists of the Ailan Hill guards at the entrance of the hospital. He swallowed the words in his mouth, and angrily pressed a silver coin into the palm of the old man's hand: "You wait for me!"

"You're still thinking of revenge like a bear?" The guard looked at the backs of the distant nobles of the Arlantean Empire, and snorted coldly, "Let's queue up! Today, the duke who wants me to wait will be Four!"

"That's right!" The old man who paid the fine still had his hands behind his back, and walked slowly to the shaded place: "Back then, I thought the counts and viscounts were all great people, but now I look at them, and I don't have any ability..."

The corners of the mouths of the nobles who haven't had time to leave twitched involuntarily, and they couldn't stop scolding mothers in their hearts - those are our nobles of Arlant! Would you try changing your Alan Hill nobles? Just the one in the military uniform who just went in, don't you stand up straight and salute?

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