A Hospital in Another World?

Mage Andrew Lynn plunged into the meditation chamber, the door slamming shut behind him with a resolve that seemed to scream he wouldn't emerge until he had advanced a level. Guarding the door, Mr. Troka and the Golden Skeleton stood like impenetrable guards, barring anyone from approaching.

Aurora emerged from the lab, her face smeared with soot, and dashed back inside muttering to herself, "I need to advance quickly too... I need to advance quickly..."

Mage Norwood, grasping two apprentices by the scruff, shut the door of another laboratory. Through the door, his shouts continued unabated: "Use your brains! You are mages, not mere apothecaries! Why use this formula? Why prepare it this way? Think for yourselves! You'll be stuck at level one your whole lives if you only use your hands!"

Garrett muttered to himself, "...Everyone's so driven to advance, and here I am, feeling utterly useless... Even though I also work for 12 hours, eat for 2 hours, and spend 10 hours in meditation and sleep."

He walked out of the Mage Tower dejectedly and let out a loud whistle. Apa responded immediately, whisking Garrett off toward the hospital to continue performing surgeries.

Clearly, advancing was not the solution to Garrett's problem. It wouldn't produce an automatic blood tester or a Mage Tower...

If he wanted a Mage Tower, he needed to earn money; to earn money, he had to perform fee-based cesarean sections or sell painless childbirth devices; and to sell more, he had to...

Write papers!

Publish papers!

Every paper earned between 100 to 1000 contribution points. Publishing multiple papers might bring his Mage Tower a little closer...

"We need to complete 200 painless childbirths, 200 natural births without pain relief, and at least 100 cesarean sections in the next half month," he declared, standing on the steps outside the maternity ward, addressing the spellcasters, midwives, and nurses assembled before him.

"Considering the average hospital stay is three to four more days for both natural and cesarean births, we just need to ensure all the rooms are filled. One after another, continuously—it's definitely doable, and might even leave us some leeway."

Without enough data, how could one encounter various complications?

Complications of childbirth, including postpartum hemorrhage, puerperal diseases, and postpartum infections, make up the vast majority. Yet these could all potentially be treated with spells. More severe, potentially life-threatening complications accounted for less than 10%...

How could they encounter and address these without increasing the volume of surgeries? Without encountering and solving various situations, how could they prove that painless childbirth and cesareans were truly effective?

A few surgeries could only be considered case reports, hardly enough to determine a surgical method!

The front-row spellcasters were stunned.

Nurse Sally and Madam Exler, two highly respected practitioners in the field of obstetrics, exchanged a look of shock:

"One after another?!"

"Continuously?!"

"Are you expecting all spellcasters to work shifts without adequate sleep? We won't have enough spell slots if we don't sleep!"

At the Oak Grove Clinic, including Madam Exler, there were only four spellcasters—one level thirteen, one level nine, and two level fours. Nurse Sally's team included five female priests, three of whom were level two.

This number of people wasn't even the full contingent, with only about half usually present. Adding the spellcasters from the maternity section of the original Oak Grove Clinic, there were at most eight.

Eight healers, half a month, to deliver 500 babies?

Even adding 20 midwives, the numbers just didn't add up.

"Right?!" Nurse Sally couldn't help herself. "You're not planning to deliver for all the women in Nevis, are you?"

"How could that be?" Garrett laughed. "With 60 rooms, 8 healers, and 20 midwives, plus a host of nurses, 500 deliveries a month should be no problem. In my previous life, any maternity ward could easily handle double that!"

He glanced behind him toward the modest red brick building:

"We only have 60 rooms here; even if we house three women per room, not all women can come here to deliver. Besides, having spellcasters work in shifts, sleep in shifts, isn't that unusual."

"But..." the old lady hesitated. Having worked in obstetrics for thirty years, she knew well that childbirth could happen at any hour, necessitating constant vigilance by the spellcasters. But while they could work shifts, what about Garrett?

So far, Garrett had personally performed all the cesarean sections.

"That's not a

problem," Garrett said with a slight smile.

"A cesarean is straightforward. It doesn't require a spell slot, and not everything needs to be done by me... Come on! Let's divide into groups!"

He divided all the maternity staff into two shifts for midwives and two for spellcasters. Then, Garrett turned to the necromancer leader, Leon Carlos, waiting nearby:

"How's the progress in the research building behind us?"

"Almost... almost there, sir."

Carlos responded, his confidence faltering. The rabies vaccine project ending meant many might be sent back...

Despite most having advanced one to two levels, what unique skills had they learned at Oak Grove that would set them apart from their fellow necromancers upon returning?

Seemingly none...

"How many are proficient in animal cesareans?"

"Five, sir!" Leon Carlos suddenly straightened. His surgical skills had already passed muster, and for some smaller surgeries, Garrett had even let him operate independently while merely observing.

"How many are proficient in [Alleviate Pain · Epidural]?"

"Two... two, sir. But I assure you, give me five more days, and at least five will be capable, sir!"

"How many can use [Detect Magic] to view bones?"

"Everyone, sir!"

"That's enough. Pick someone to specialize in checking bones, mark the sixth thoracic vertebra with iodine on the back; those proficient in cesareans, join me in surgery, hook in!"

"Yes, sir!"

Carlos's voice grew louder.

Being able to join in surgery? Being able to help, to one day operate independently; having [Alleviate Pain · Epidural] and surgical skills, using healing potions to stop bleeding, meant being able to independently perform cesareans!

Even if the project was disbanded and they were sent back, they would still have a viable skill.

Garrett, confident, turned to Madam Exler, nodding with a smile.

"See, problem solved. —It's just a cesarean, and I've gotten quite practiced over the past half year."

"You're letting necromancers deliver babies?"

Nurse Sally's voice rose sharply. Garrett grinned and wagged his finger:

"Not really, just performing surgeries. It can't be helped, they learn fast."

As for the mothers disagreeing...

Why would they, with epidural and hypnosis at hand?

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