Chapter 622: Slandering and My Patient? Let’s Go to Court!
Through the carriage window, Nurse Sally strained to look outside.
One carriage, two carriages, three carriages...
The road, wide enough for four carriages to pass side by side, was completely blocked by an unknown number of dark carriages. Their walls were either painted pitch-black, covered with black drapes, or at the very least, draped in black cloth. Alongside the carriages, rows of n in black solemnly walked, covering their faces and loudly wailing as they proceeded.
Moreover, two large carriages, surrounded by fences and open at the top, carried a band that played somberly and mournfully. Tubas, trumpets, French horns, bagpipes, cellos, violas...
The music was deeply lancholic and moving. Standing nearby for just half a minute could make one’s nose twitch with emotion.
What was going on?
Nurse Sally tried to recall the nearby landmarks, confirming that aside from the Oak Grove Clinic, there was nothing of note.
Those slums, those small workshops—clearly, they couldn’t afford such a procession. At most, a death in such areas would involve a few idlers or a dilapidated cart carrying a coffin, followed by two people on foot, crying—a funeral spectacle at its peak among the poor.
So, had the Oak Grove Clinic gotten into so trouble? Displaying such an array ant soone had died in the clinic, and the family had co to make a scene?
Nurse Sally coughed, and the two knights guarding the carriage imdiately spurred their horses forward, clearing the way. The black carriages ahead, evidently not wanting to confront the temple, grudgingly squeezed to the side to make room.
A carriage adorned with a narcissus emblem swiftly proceeded. Soon, a building by the street, with a white flag bearing a red cross fluttering in the air, sharply ca into view.
Further along, in front of a small building, a line of barbarian guards surrounded a young spellcaster. Wearing an odd white robe with a single-breasted front and pockets at the lower sides and left chest, this attire was unfamiliar to Nurse Sally. Either wearing round-neck robes or fashionable tailcoats, none of the eight major sects had such a style...
Upon closer observation, the spellcaster wore only a coarse, poorly tailored, dark green V-neck under the robe—more of a sack than a garnt.
Yet, this did not affect his status here. Behind the guards, a dozen spellcasters ranked by level stood in two lines, each wearing that strange robe, half of them in the sa undergarnt style.
It seed to be the clinic’s uniform.
Nurse Sally pondered silently. The barbarian guards, though lined up, didn’t appear as if on high alert. When they saw the carriage approaching, soone even ca over to guide them.
The reason beca clear when on the opposite side of the black carriages, a splendid golden carriage stood imposingly. In front of it, two female magic users, faces red with anger, pointed and shouted at the opposite side:
"Go back and die if you’re so narrow-minded! Stop bothering others! And don’t harass the healers! Your wife gave birth, and there were complications! @#$%&..."
Was it because of childbirth? Nurse Sally politely nodded to the barbarian guards and alighted with the assistance of a student. She hid behind the guards, curiously watching. The argunt continued upfront, and when the n’s relatives couldn’t shout over, they simply directed the band to play louder:
"Woo~~ Woo woo~~"
"Buzz buzz~~"
"Bang! Bang! Crash! Crash!"
Garrett sighed helplessly. dical disputes because soone died during treatnt were one thing, but disputes over a male doctor performing a cesarean because the husband couldn’t argue with his wife’s family were another...
And you call this a dical dispute? No portraits, no wreaths, no throngs of mourners in mourning clothes, no burning paper money at the hospital entrance;
No banners, no placards, no loudspeakers looping recordings, not even soone pulling aside passersby to recount the incident;
Instead, there was a band—look at those instrunts. Woodwinds? Brass? Cellos?—why not bring a couple of suonas!
Garrett felt no anxiety. If it ca to physical force, the barbarian guards were enough;
If it ca to magic, third-tier spells could control the situation. Higher-tier? Please, third-tier Fireball spells could decide the outco of a small-scale battle. Any more destructive spells, and the Council’s enforcent team would have to step in!
Feeling unthreatened and confident that he wouldn’t be attacked, he just stood with his arms crossed, watching the drama unfold.
Ah, no dical departnt, no higher-up supervisors to pressure him into apologizing to the
patient’s family without reason, no docking of wages or performance, no suspension of surgeries or even dismissal—a perfect dical career~~~
"Who allowed a man to deliver the baby! Who allowed it!" shouted a man from the black carriage. Feeling overwheld, he even cast an amplification spell on himself, then continued shouting:
"Remi told her so many tis! Not allowed! Absolutely not! Which woman doesn’t suffer during childbirth, she thinks she’s too delicate, insists on her own way! She has to let another man touch her, can’t she live without a man?!"
"Shaless! Easy for you to say!" the woman’s relatives shouted back even louder:
"What do you an, which childbirth doesn’t hurt, you try enduring it yourself! Unable to bear children, go suffer a Torture spell for 12 hours! You don’t even care about your own wife, you scum!"
Nurse Sally listened for a while before understanding the situation. The woman insisted on a cesarean section, even allowing a man to perform it;
The husband was unwilling to let another man touch his wife, causing a big fight, and whether the wife was strong or her family influential, she couldn’t be stopped;
Thinking about the frustration, the husband’s ditation went wrong, and he died, leading his family to co to the clinic and create a scene;
The wife’s family realized the healers were being dragged into this and rushed over to save the day...
Under the amplification spell, the quarrel’s noise carried far down the streets. The wife’s side, outnumbered, couldn’t shout over the many voices. In a fit of rage, she resorted to an offensive spell:
【Sonic Burst】—
The loud burst, like thunder. The sound wave pushed straight forward, silencing the crowd and muting the instrunts. The horses pulling the carriages neighed in pain, foaming at the mouth, collapsing left and right.
Garrett: !!!
"Stop shouting! Don’t upset my patients!—Everyone go back, soothe the patients, check if anyone has arrhythmia or other complications!"
The last part, however, was shouted at the onlooking healers. The white-robed spellcasters promptly turned and left. Yet, this shout drew the attention of the n’s family, who turned and bombarded:
"You! It’s you! You caused my son’s death! If not for this birthing thod you ca up with, my son and daughter-in-law wouldn’t have fought, and my son wouldn’t have died!"
…Buddy, he died accidentally, what does that have to do with ? It’s not like he jumped off my hospital, and I ended up having to compensate…
Garrett sighed. He waved to the barbarian security guards:
"Disperse, go back to work. Lock the main gate, let them argue as long as they want. If they make more noise, just go out the back door and call the enforcent team—ah, get them to work…"
Saying so, he shuffled back. The guards clustered around him, retreating like water, as if being sucked into the hospital. Nurse Sally quietly followed within the crowd, getting swept into the hospital with a silent chuckle:
Indeed, male healers assisting in childbirth could lead to various problems. Disapproval from the husband, resistance from the woman herself... and these could be avoided if a female priestess from the Spring Goddess Temple intervened.
There was still much room for cooperation. Once things settled, should she talk to this Mage Nordmark?
The last person entered the hospital, grabbing the two doors and swiftly closing them. Through the door gap, the wife’s relatives waved at Garrett, smiling apologetically.
The husband’s side was different. They dared not rush up the steps to smash and spell-cast—damaging soone else’s property, a mage had ample right to retaliate, even casting a Fireball spell on the spot was permissible.
But they could shout loudly, openly curse:
"Why did you have to do this! Why did you deliver for my daughter-in-law! Why did she let you touch her, have you known each other long, have you been involved! Otherwise, why would a strange man—"
Their voices drowned in the louder shouting from the other side. Garrett paused, pulling at Bernard who was fiercely glaring outside, nearly bursting forth, his voice calm:
"Wait a mont."
What the hell?! You can insult , but why drag my patients into this? If this isn’t clarified, every woman who cos here to give birth will be slandered!
He stepped past Bernard, quickly walking to the front door. Standing at the doorway, he cast an amplification spell on himself and roared loudly:
"I have never t her before! The first ti she ca to the clinic for dical help, that’s when I t her! She stayed in the clinic for five days, and each ti we t, there were female healers or midwives present!"
He had always followed the rules! Male healers examining or treating the opposite sex, under any circumstance, had to have a third party present! Whether it was a female nurse, female healer, or a midwife, or a patient’s family mber…
If doubted, he could produce a mound of evidence at any ti. The hospital’s regulations, the reputation of doctors and patients, none could be hard!
Garrett clenched his fist, ready for a confrontation. However, the father who had lost his son slowly turned to him, eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling:
"Then why did you deliver for her?—You’re just driven by lust, wanting to satisfy your own unntionable desires, that’s why you ca up with this thod! You’ve seen and touched so many won’s bodies, you must be proud!!!"
Garrett’s face instantly fell.
"If you say such things, then, only the Council’s tribunal will see us now."
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