Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Garrett Nordmark walked happily in his newly opened hospital.

The hospital is located on the east side of Hartland City. In terms of housing or shops, the location is not considered great. To the north is the area where warriors, craftsmen, apprentices, and low-ranking priests reside in other words, the middle-class area of the city. If you go a bit south, you'll find yourself in the slums.

For those who can afford a two-story building like this, they should ideally live a bit further north. But for Garrett, this location is perfect.

Close to the patients!

Close to the poor people who can't afford treatment!

Why did he open a hospital? Of course, it's to teach more doctors and treat more patients! It's not about making money. When he needs money, he can always find a wealthy person to negotiate with!

Well, calling it a hospital is a bit too much. A third-level hospital should have more than 500 beds and over 500 health technicians; a second-level hospital should have 100-499 beds and no fewer than 100 health technicians; a first-level hospital should have 20-99 beds and no fewer than 14 health technicians, with at least 3 doctors and 5 nurses.

Looking left and right, this so-called "hospital" doesn't even meet the standards of a first-level hospital, let alone a community health service center. At best, it's just a health service station.

Well, regardless, it's my medical facility! Mine!

He examined each room. As soon as you enter the lobby, there's a table right in front of the entrance, serving as a reception desk; to the left are three consultation rooms, each with a table and a bed, a chair on both sides of the desk, and a bench against the wall; to the right is a spacious observation room with three single beds arranged side by side, and a bench along the wall. Passing through the observation room, the treatment room and the procedure room are in a straight line, with a large door at the end of the procedure room tightly closed Garrett's reserved dissecting room.

Behind the reception desk, the kitchen has been transformed into a sterilization room, equipped with a specially made pressure cooker, responsible for the disinfection of all instruments, gauze, and cotton in the hospital.

Next to the sterilization room is the temporarily unused laboratory, and on the other side is the staircase leading upstairs. The toilet is located at the back of the small building, accessed through the staircase.

The second floor is reserved for the doctors or rather, the priests. Going up the stairs, the first thing you see is a spacious living room and dining room. To the right of the living room, directly above the consultation rooms on the first floor, is the priests' lounge; to the right is a corridor, walking along the corridor, to the south are the study and Garrett's bedroom, to the north are the storage room, pharmacy, and alchemy room. What? A kitchen?

A bunch of guys who've never touched spring water with their fingers want a kitchen! Let them refine herbs if they want, but cooking might just blow up the kitchen!

The tavern is nearby; just have food delivered every day!

"I'll do it!"

Little John jumped up and shouted.

Even a concise version of "Systemic Anatomy," which is only one-tenth of the content, is not that easy to memorize. After three days of life and death memorization, five people went to take the exam, and only two passed. Joanna from the Nature God's Temple, and Patrick from the Temple of the God of War that fourth-level priest, the combat powerhouse.

The other three, all failed.

"How much more do we have to memorize?"

Shaking, High Priest Donald, who ranked last, asked.

Good question...

Garrett rested his chin on his hand. Using the hand that was free, he kept flexing and flexing, and flexing...

The Blue Life and Death Love, fifty-three volumes, also known as the full set of planning textbooks for clinical medicine. "Chinese Medicine," "Medical Computer Application," "Sports Science,"

"Hygiene Law" you probably don't need to study them, but you have to catch up on high school mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology. If you calculate it like this...

"Five years, studying 12 hours a day, diligently and talented, probably... you'll finish memorizing..." and then there's internship, residency, and lifelong work and study. Well, don't thank me too much.

With a gurgling sound, High Priest Donald fell to the ground, fainted.

Garrett suppressed a smile and dragged him to the side. Taking out a stack of textbooks, he thought for a moment, put back three:

"Come on, everyone who passed the exam, let's continue talking about joints..."

"Help me!!"

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