A Hospital in Another World?

The content published in the "The Nevis Pioneer" significantly boosted the business of Oak Grove Clinic, specifically its Red House branch.

What do people love the most?

First, freebies or discounts; second, a limited time offer that might end soon!

Especially for a place like Oak Grove Clinic!

Massive discounts (basic fee 3 gold coins, waived examination fee of 350 gold coins), enormous discounts (basic fee 3 gold coins, waived examination fee + cesarean section fee totaling 2000 gold coins)!

Limited time offers (casters can't offer unlimited discounts), and these offers might only last a short period (they need data for a paper within half a month, after which the offers might end)!

Anyone with experience shopping for discounted eggs at a supermarket or who has seen related advertisements would know how crowded it can get on the first day of discounts—

The rolling door can be broken by the crowd, customers can fight at the entrance, and elderly people can be trampled in a stampede!

If the discounts at Oak Grove Clinic were not just for pregnant women, and only those about to give birth, the clinic's doors would have been swarmed. Even so, after the newspaper publication, the number of inquiries and admissions significantly increased.

Garrett and the clinic's healers remained calm. They treated both the rich and the poor the same, as long as the requirement of 500 cases in half a month was met. The level of service for patients also remained unchanged—

Unless you were a full-paying customer, you depended on Oak Grove's free offer for treatment. Paid customers?

Well, the few coins they paid were just pocket change. If not for learning the craft here, those few coins wouldn't be worth it.

Garrett truly valued the special clients attracted by Oak Grove Clinic's rising reputation. For instance, today's visitor…

"Mr. Carlos! Mr. Carlos! There's a woman at the door with a big belly, and we can't understand her language!"

The on-duty security guard hurriedly reported. Garrett didn't handle such matters, so they were all dumped on Leon Carlos. A decent Level 2 necromancer, reduced to hospital director…

Or rather, the assistant director's duties.

No promotion, no pay raise. Besides extra opportunities to perform surgeries and a few casual pointers from Garrett, there was nothing else.

Carlos relished it. To learn the craft, one should work harder, mastering more skills makes one irreplaceable. Strive to become the mage's disciple!

Nordmark Mage has only accepted apprentices, never a formal disciple yet!

He quickened his pace to the hospital entrance and saw two tall, strong women standing in the lobby. One looked more nervous, closer to the door, while the other was fixated on the antlers on the wall, slightly hunched, subtly on guard.

Judging by their physiques and the muscles bulging beneath their clothes, it was clear they were extraordinary warriors, and not of a low level.

One had dirty blonde mid-length hair clinging to her cheeks. With rough hands and feet, her cheeks were red from the sea breeze, looking somewhat timid. Her hands instinctively protected her belly;

The other had long black hair tied into a high ponytail, looking neat and efficient. Her belly was heavily swollen, appearing to be seven or eight months pregnant, yet her stance holding a sword was still sharp.

Led by Bernard, a few barbarian guards instinctively surrounded her. Except for Bernard, the other barbarians seemed tense, as if they couldn't beat her…

What levels were these two? The blonde seemed lower, Level 5? Level 6? The black-haired one appeared higher, Level 7? Maybe even Level 8?

—If these two were to give birth here and started struggling in pain, could the midwives hold them down?

—If it came to needing a cesarean section, could the doctor handle it? Would they accept being operated on by a skeleton?

Carlos' mind was a mess as he cast Comprehend Languages on himself, stepped forward, and slightly bowed:

"Ladies, please come to the consultation room. We need to register your names and basic information—"

"@#￥%&*……"

A torrent of foreign language was spat back at him. Indeed, it wasn't the Kent Kingdom's common tongue, not even the continental common tongue…

Without magic, this would be impossible. They should add the spellcasting fee for Comprehend Languages to the charges, or hire a translator temporarily.

He made a mental note and invited them into the consultation room. The two women glanced at each other, the black-haired one calmly stepped back, raising her hand slightly:

"She came first. Let her go in first."

The blonde warrior hesitated for a moment but entered carefully under her companion's urging. Carlos indicated for her to close the door and softly asked:

"Name?"

"Melissa. Melissa Humphrey."

She adjusted her black veil, pretending to be a widow to answer the questions. But Carlos didn't care about that, he just asked according to the form:

"Where are you from? Age? Profession? Level?"

"New… New Continent. 28 years old, profession… just arrived, haven't found a job yet…"

"Ma'am, we are asking about your extraordinary level to provide appropriate medical care." Carlos looked up and gave her a comforting smile:

"Judging by your attire, you should be a warrior?"

"Yes, a warrior, Level 5." Melissa nodded repeatedly, nervously clutching her skirt.

In the money pouch under her skirt was her savings from the past years, 350 gold coins. According to the newspaper, it should be enough to give birth at Oak Grove Clinic…

Provided there was a discount. If she couldn't get free treatment, that amount wasn't even enough for a fraction of the cesarean section fee.

Would those divine spells and surgical fees be waived? The newspaper said the mage's research experiment only lasted half a month, after that, no one knew…

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"Six months… Sir, when I give birth, if I really need a cesarean section, can I pay later?" she asked urgently:

"I can work at Oak Grove to repay… I just noticed there are no female guards here, maybe you need one…"

Given Garrett's nature, he'd probably perform the surgery for free… if he could handle it. Carlos silently retorted, kindly reassuring her:

"Ma'am, don't worry. Let's register your information and do a check-up. I'll apply for you. Maybe there will be good news? Don't worry, stress can harm the baby…"

After registering her name and address, and scheduling a visit for the next day to await news, Melissa left. The black-haired woman, holding her long sword, sat outside the consultation room with closed eyes. Now, she strode in and sat across from Carlos:

"Name?"

"Anna."

"Where are you from? Profession? Level?"

"Level 7 warrior."

"How many months pregnant?"

"Seven… seven and a half months."

Carlos quickly recorded the details. Upon hearing this, he looked up slightly:

"Seven and a half months? Ma'am, you can have a check-up at the clinic. If you need to give birth soon, we will arrange for you to be admitted immediately. If your pregnancy is going well, I suggest waiting until natural labor."

"What if I want to stay here until I give birth?"

"This…" Carlos paused, discreetly examining the woman's appearance and attire. Not particularly beautiful, but exuded a dignified aura;

Her skin wasn't delicate, with clear marks of northern frost, yet despite the harsh conditions, her skin was still finer than normal;

Wrapped in a thick wool coat, her long hair tied with a rope, looking humble, but the sword scabbard beside her was from a high-level magical beast;

Couldn't speak Kent Kingdom language, yet could communicate with him without issues, either she could understand, or had a magic item with Comprehend Languages. The former implied good education, the latter implied wealth beyond her level.

In short, this black-haired lady was wealthier than she appeared, quite wealthy.

"Ma'am, personally, I don't recommend staying here…" Carlos carefully replied:

"Our accommodation is limited, with three beds per room in the general ward and only one private room. Once admitted, you can't leave unless necessary, and there's no place for daily training. Moreover, it's 100 gold coins a day…"

With a snap, a standard magic crystal card was placed before him—a deposit certificate from the White Tower, specifically for non-mages who couldn't get mage badges, usable in Nevis and other places with a council magic tower.

… Alright, a rich client can do as they please.

The VIP room at the Red House was never fully occupied. 100 gold coins a day, excluding meals, with all examination fees paid separately, this kind of premium client can stay as long as they want.

"Ma'am, I must inform you, due to the composition of our clinic's casters, some of your examinations and treatments will be performed by necromancers or other male casters."

Carlos cautiously added. Of course, for VIP clients, there were naturally privileges:

"… If you mind, you can request others, and we will try to arrange different mages or priests for you…"

The black-haired warrior frowned slightly but soon relaxed:

"No problem. I want to see what Oak Grove Clinic is like."

Carlos called a necromancer to accompany Miss Anna for admission procedures, various examinations, and to choose a VIP room. Once all procedures were completed and the room door closed, Anna carefully inspected the surroundings and began to write:

"Dear Miss Veronica…"

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