A Hospital in Another World?

Unfortunately, Cirella was not around. The Silver Dragon Lady was currently at the top of the Tower of Heaven, under the starry dome, taking a nap—no, working—quite happily.

Without absolute military might, there can be no absolute voice. At this moment, Garrett Nordmark deeply missed the Mage Tower—

With a Mage Tower holding the fort, such chaos wouldn't even have a chance to arise within its jurisdiction. Who would dare to fight, or even shout loudly? The Mage Tower would suppress them instantly!

However, the Mage Tower was absent. To prevent a catastrophic incident where the family members of a pregnant woman and the pregnant woman themselves fought, demolishing hospital rooms and causing mass casualties, Garrett had to rack his brains and speak persuasively:

"Ah, this clinic I run aims to alleviate everyone's ailments. The lady here is pregnant and came seeking help. We treat everyone equally…"

"Aren't you afraid she has ulterior motives?"

Selina glanced at the adjacent room, a half-smile playing on her lips.

As a level 7 knight and noble lord, she had also been to the battlefield, patrolled the coastline, and fought fiercely with warriors under the Radiant Church.

Now, seeing the warriors of the Rhine Kingdom inevitably triggered a bit of a stress response—

Garrett waved his hand dismissively. Before the other party could retort, he took the lead and asked:

"Tell me about yourself. How have you been lately? And who is this friend of yours? You haven't introduced her yet."

Selina hesitated before smiling and began introducing herself. Garrett learned that over a year ago, she had journeyed to the New World with her sword to push her limits. Upon returning, she became the Queen's guard—

"At home, it was annoying. I was constantly pestered about marriage." She couldn't help but vent a bit before smiling:

"Being in the Queen's guard has its perks. It deters many suitors. If someone is unsuitable, I can hint that 'guarding the Queen requires absolute loyalty,' and most people will back off obediently…"

"And if someone persists, you can say they have ulterior motives, trying to harm the Queen through you, right?"

Garrett couldn't help but laugh. Although he didn't walk the warrior's path, he had heard a few things. The age of 20 to 30 is the golden period for a warrior's rapid advancement. After advancing to a knight, this period can extend to 35 or even over 40, until physical decline sets in—

However, female warriors getting pregnant and giving birth almost certainly interrupts this process. Pregnancy and childbirth deplete physical strength and vitality, often requiring several years of recovery and training to regain enough strength for another advancement.

Therefore, female warriors with high standards generally avoid early marriage and childbirth unless they hit a bottleneck. Joining the Queen's guard is a good way to avoid arranged marriages, as long as the Queen doesn't play matchmaker— Ꞧ𝘢ℕ𝘖𐌱Ë𝙨

Well, as long as the Queen isn't out of her mind, she wouldn't force an eighth-level female knight to marry.

"And your friend?"

"Ah, Cecilia is from the capital, a member of the Royal Mage Corps, a level 4 mage." Selina raised her hand, pointing to the petite, fair-faced woman sitting quietly beside her:

"She read about the Oak Grove Clinic in recent issues of 'Magic' and 'Arcana,' so she asked me to accompany her here. I hadn't read the papers myself. Only upon arriving did I realize this clinic was yours. By the way, can I stay here with Cecilia and take care of her?"

…Lady, you are still so considerate of your female friends… Garrett couldn't help but recall their first meeting when she was hiding from Archmage Tolga with her friend Iris. Is this another round?

But the law is the law, and rules are rules—

Though not as stringent as modern hospitals where only one caregiver is allowed with a nucleic acid report and no free in and out, there were still regulations:

"Of course. The rooms here are spacious enough for both the caregiver and the pregnant woman. You can stay with her and let me know if you need anything. If I'm not around, you can find little Jenny; she's the head nurse—"

Selina readily agreed. Garrett, still uneasy, reminded her again:

"Don't provoke the lady next door. Likewise, I won't let her trouble you. As the clinic owner, I must ensure the safety of all patients and their families—"

"Alright, alright! Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble!"

Garrett took his leave and went to work. He sat in the clinic for an hour, saw two patients, performed two C-sections, and upon coming out, saw Selina pacing the hallway of the obstetrics building:

"Selina? What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Ah… I just wanted to check…" The female knight stopped, her ears turning red under the light of the "Eternal Flame":

"Cecilia is a bit anxious, hoping to confirm that childbirth won't be too painful and that she'll be treated with the dignity befitting her status…"

Garrett began to rub his temples. Generally, it isn't advisable for pregnant women to witness childbirth scenes as it can scare them. As for "treatment befitting her status"—

Heaven knows, what counts as befitting status?

Female mages have given birth here before, and none of them were particular about "befitting status!"

Everyone here is a spellcaster, with spellcasters performing examinations and surgeries. What treatment counts as befitting status?

Garrett directly asked Selina, who, after some hesitation, responded:

"Well, Cecilia is a noble, her father is a marquis… although just a court title in the Royal Mage Corps. So, I'm also tasked with ensuring she receives respectful treatment befitting her noble status…"

That's a bit difficult! Nevis is a city of mages, not nobles. Garrett himself knew nothing about noble etiquette—

"So what special treatment does noble status require?" He tried to use his imagination:

"Should the nurse curtsy to the pregnant woman before approaching her, and should security guards bow? Should male medical staff avoid physical contact unless necessary?"

Or maybe the patient wants wallpaper and tapestries in the ward, and carpets in the delivery room? That's impossible; hospital rooms need to be easy to disinfect!

"That's not necessary." Selina smiled, shaking her head repeatedly:

"We just hope the examinations and delivery won't be too rough, causing pain or loss of dignity. Cecilia mentioned seeing some midwives who, uh…"

Her ears turned red again, a thin layer of blush on her cheeks, likely embarrassed to describe certain procedures. Garrett shook his head slightly:

"Honestly, we train our medical staff and midwives to minimize discomfort for patients. But some positions and procedures are inherently uncomfortable, and there's nothing we can do about it…"

For example, the lithotomy position, or checking cervical dilation. If this makes them feel painful or undignified, and they want to complain or sue…

A sudden thought hit him:

"By the way, you mentioned working in the Queen's guard—is the Queen married?"

"Of course, Her Majesty is married!" Selina gave him a curious look, her eyes saying, "How could you not know this?" Thinking that mages are often engrossed in their research, she explained:

"Yes, she married last year, shortly after I left Nevis for the New World. She confirmed her pregnancy two months ago, so the kingdom should have an heir by next year."

So, another advance guard?

That lady Anna—or Miss Anna—was an advance guard for the Duke of Saxony of the Rhine Kingdom, more precisely, for the Duke's daughter, the Frost Flower, Veronica Rudolph.

This female mage, Miss Cecilia, might be an advance guard for the Queen? A rather luxurious guard, experiencing things firsthand with a companion?

Garrett didn't want to guess further or expose the truth. He cautiously pointed out:

"The physical condition of extraordinary individuals differs from that of ordinary people. While mages aren't as strong as warriors, they are still superior to ordinary people…"

"We know that." Selina raised her eyebrows and smiled. Her gaze swept the corridor, noticing the previously varied groans had turned into relaxed sighs, her smile widening:

"Pain relief all of a sudden?"

Indeed, Oak Grove Clinic had methods for painless childbirth. With this spell, the suffering during childbirth was halved.

"I know, in noble families, almost everyone is aware. Even girls who can't endure the hardships of martial arts strive to become spellcasters. At least, as an apprentice priest, they can benefit from divine power."

She sidestepped a stretcher being carried past and walked alongside Garrett. Turning a corner, she lowered her voice when they were alone:

"Even Her Majesty the Queen is a level 1 priest of the Spring Goddess. During the Radiant Church's invasion to usurp the throne, it was the Goddess's protection that helped her turn the tide…"

Understood. A level 1 priest and a level 4 mage have no substantial difference in physique—they haven't crossed the level 5 threshold for a qualitative leap. Garrett pretended not to hear, smilingly gesturing down the hallway:

"As a woman, you can enter the examination room with the patient's consent. The delivery room is off-limits, and the operating room is absolutely forbidden…"

"Thank you very much!"

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