It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 75
by adminChapter 75: I Don’t Want to Be Someone Else’s Child!
The stampede incident kept Grett busy until dusk. The injured, one by one, were healed by the Healing Technique and either left on their own or were taken away by their families. A pastor stood by the shop entrance, giving a word of caution to each departing patient:
“The Healing Technique is very taxing on the body. Don’t overwork yourselves when you go home, and remember to eat something good…”
Then what?
Just let them go like that?
Grett watched one patient leave, then another, his mouth slowly opening wider.
No follow-up, no check-up, not even a medical record to be filled out – oh, in this world where everything was done with Healing Techniques, patients left hopping and skipping, no need for medical records…
What a wonderful world without medical records! Heaven knows what it’s like to spend a whole night saving lives, only to then have to stare at dry eyes while completing dozens of medical records, each one needing to meet regulations. T_T
Home page, medical history, examination report, images, surgery, consent form, all arranged in order;
Examination report by blood, urine, stool routine, liver and kidney function, coagulation, hepatitis B, in order;
The edge of each form must align, the next one must be placed under the first number of the previous examination;
Doctor’s signature, patient’s signature, nurse’s signature, none can be missing…
The Medical Department will still inspect! A single unqualified medical record will incur a fine starting from several hundred!
But without medical records, how can we summarize our experience and lessons learned? Grett struggled with the pain, wondering if he should implement the medical record system if he ever built a hospital…
Oh, at least there’s still a discharge fee. As the injured and their families left, they expressed their heartfelt gratitude. Some paid cash on the spot, while others repeatedly promised to donate to the temple. Grett looked left and right, sneaking over to Elder Elvin and tugging at his sleeve:
“Our sect… doesn’t have a temple, does it?”
Where will they donate then? Will they even find us?
“Shhh!”
Elder Elvin hushed him. On the other side, Lawmaster Gelman strode over, standing next to them:
“Elder, is the treatment over? I have to take him back today. The masters from the Magic Council have arrived, and the review will start in a couple of days!”
Enough! A Lawmaster apprentice, not doing his job properly, putting most of his energy into Healing Techniques! He learned a bunch of tricks, but didn’t think about how to improve their power, only about how to use them to cure diseases and injuries!
Even though the one who came to evaluate him was his teacher, it doesn’t mean he would tolerate it!
Grett was pulled back to the Mage Tower, his heart filled with regret. Medical records unwritten, treatment fees uncollected, the suggestion to clean up the streets and prevent plagues, he couldn’t find a bigwig to convince. Argh, everything is so worrisome…
By the way, who is the master responsible for the review?
This question was quickly answered. The carriage stopped in front of the Mage Tower, and as soon as the people inside got off, a human cannonball shot out, heading straight for the old Lawmaster who shared the carriage with Lawmaster Gelman:
“Grandpa Grandpa! You’re finally here! I’ve been dying of boredom these past few months~~~”
Grett squinted and saw, yep, that bear kid.
Like him, he was also a Lawmaster apprentice, but he didn’t live on the second floor. He lived on the fifth floor with Lawmaster Gelman, reserved for masters and distinguished guests.
The Lawmaster apprentice’s books were mostly carried upstairs by the bear kid. Every time Grett wanted to read, he had to go upstairs and sweet-talk the bear kid. He didn’t even get to borrow the books every time. What a hassle…
Grett rolled his eyes inwardly. The old Lawmaster seemed to be quite fond of his grandson. Seeing his grandson charging like a cannonball, he flicked his hand, a flash of light appeared, and he safely caught his grandson, even spinning him around:
“Grandpa’s little George~~~ How have you been these past few months? Did you learn any new spells? Did you break through?”
“No!”
The bear kid’s chubby face wrinkled. He wriggled in the old man’s arms, struggling free, and shouted:
“You only know about breakthrough! Breakthrough breakthrough breakthrough breakthrough! You kept telling me I would break through if I went out for a walk, dragged me out, and left me here unattended! Eating badly, living uncomfortably, how can I possibly break through!”
Grett: “…”
No way, I think the Mage Tower’s conditions are pretty good, you know?
Besides, eating badly and living uncomfortably are not valid excuses. There are those who break through during adventures, traveling in hardship and facing battles!
Grett lowered his head slightly, pretending to be absent, listening to the old man scolding and the bear kid roaring. He stole a glance left and right, Lawmaster Elliot and Lawmaster Kalen, standing side by side, looking straight ahead, as if their eyes and ears had suddenly gone deaf and blind.
Even Lawmaster Gelman didn’t intervene. He watched quietly for a while, seeing that the grandpa and grandson were about to calm down, before stepping forward to persuade:
“Teacher, this kind of breakthrough is ultimately a matter of fate… George is still young. He became a Lawmaster apprentice at the age of ten, already very outstanding. Besides, he’s been working really hard these past few months…”
“I know him better than you!” The old Lawmaster snorted heavily. “For the past few months, others started from scratch, not even knowing the Magical Script, broke through to the peak of Lawmaster apprentice, and even learned Healing Techniques! What about him? He’s the same when I left as when I came back!”
Grett: “!!!”
No! Old man, you can scold your grandson, but don’t use me as a target!
I don’t want to be your grandson’s “someone else’s child”!
As expected, the bear kid glared fiercely at Grett. He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a face. After making a face, he raised his right hand to his cheek, pointing it at Grett, scratching the air repeatedly. The way he looked, if he could have extended the Six-Vein Excalibur from his fingers, he could have scratched Grett into a fishing net on the spot.
Grett lowered his head and pretended not to see. The bear kid, unable to vent his anger, jumped up and down, shouting:
“You always compare me to others! Salina broke through, you said I wasn’t diligent! Alexander learned a new spell, you said I was naughty! I’m only ten years old! Only ten years old! When I’m sixteen, I’ll be a Level Two Lawmaster long ago!”
The old Lawmaster sighed. He reached out, pinched his grandson’s chubby cheek, and twisted it to the side:
“Don’t compare yourself to others! What are their conditions? What are your conditions? Others only started learning the Magical Script two months ago, but you, since you were a baby in my arms, you were already tearing apart magic books! You’re slower than others, and you still dare to complain!”
George, twisted by him, was teary-eyed, whether from pain or anger, it was unclear. He shoved the old Lawmaster away forcefully and yelled: “I hate you, Grandpa!” He turned and ran into the Mage Tower, crashing and banging.
The old Lawmaster shook his head helplessly. He turned to Gelman, sighed, and shrugged:
“This kid has been giving you trouble these past few months. – Forget it, let’s speed things up and finish this year’s review. We’ll finish today, and tomorrow I’ll take George away.”
“This… Teacher, it’s already very late. You should rest, and we can start tomorrow?”
“It’s not late. You’ve been through this before, you know the projects, we’ll go through them one by one?”
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