Chapter 605 : Let’s Spar in Medical Skills When There’s Time
Chapter 605: Let’s Spar in Medical Skills When There’s Time
Responsible for fighting?
Did hospitals need to fight too? Was the doctor–patient relationship here really that bad?
The short Burier scratched his head.
To be honest, this touched on a blind spot in the priests’ knowledge. What the Silent Sanctum was worst at was probably medicine.
As an extraordinary path, the Buriers’ innate immortality and formidable endurance meant they hardly needed treatment. As long as their heads were fine, any other wound could just be wrapped up casually and would heal sooner or later.
If something went wrong with the head, then it conveniently entered the field they were best at—after all, guess why they were called Buriers.
The Buriers truly had a tradition of presiding over funerals. Northlanders placed great importance on burial rites, and the Sanctum’s Buriers would personally dig graves for the virtuous. This was considered an extremely honorable ritual.
They would even dig their own resting places in advance before every battle.
Immortal Buriers often did not live much longer than mortals.
But even with such a simple and brutal approach to medicine, they had never seen a hospital director who needed to be good at fighting.
The Silent Sanctum did use incense burners and chain flails for “treatment,” but what actually worked was the incense paste being burned. Treating illness through combat was still a bit too avant-garde.
“Ahem. Actually, we’re a battlefield hospital. Sometimes we need to go onto the battlefield to save people. On the battlefield, medical skills are of course important, but sometimes studying medicine just isn’t enough to turn the tide.”
As Nini said this, she straightened her slender waist.
“For example, I once saved Gwen’s group on the battlefield. What I relied on was the Gatling. Right, Gwen?”
“Yes! We were almost finished back then. Thanks to Nini bringing her Hospital Knights to save people. Gatlings are very powerful medical tools!” Gwen licked her lips, gripping the chain flail in her hand, looking somewhat eager as she glanced at Nini. “Lady Nini, when you have time, let’s spar in medical skills again!”
The tip of Nini’s tail stiffened.
In a straight fight, Gwen couldn’t actually beat Nini, but the way Gwen fought was a little too unhinged. Nini always felt like she was facing a giant bug flying straight at her face. Whether she could win or not was another matter—what mattered was that it was genuinely terrifying.
“Ahem, l-let’s talk about that later. Right, let’s head outside first…”
Nini forced a smile and was about to move outside when Ignati’s voice suddenly came from behind her.
“This hospital—was it built of stone?”
The priests of the Silent Sanctum froze for a moment, then showed expressions of sudden realization.
The Silent Sanctum had always had a tradition of building churches from massive stone blocks. Only solid rock could resist the erosion of the White Calamity and the biting cold winds of the Northlands.
This also meant that constructing churches was extraordinarily expensive. Quarrying and transporting stone were both extremely laborious, and not every place had a quarry. All of this combined made the Sanctum’s development painfully slow.
These Buriers had long grown accustomed to the sensation of walking atop whole stone slabs. After leaving their homeland, that feeling had almost completely disappeared.
Castel’s buildings were already highly fortress-oriented, and the hospital even more so. From the consultation rooms to the inpatient buildings, almost everything here was poured from concrete.
At this very moment, as the Buriers stepped upon the solid concrete ground, they inexplicably felt a trace of familiarity—something reminiscent of home.
“This is concrete. It’s extremely convenient to use. Buildings made with it are not only sturdy—comparable to solid stone—but also require far less labor and money.”
Ignati’s eyes lit up.
Not just him—every priest behind him wore an excited expression.
This material sounded perfectly suited for the White Raven. When they eventually returned to their homeland, with the help of this “concrete,” rebuilding their homes should be much faster.
“Would it be possible to—”
“Yes.”
The people of the Silent Sanctum were startled.
“In fact, the Northlands are already using this material. Not just the Northlands—Blood Harbor, the Principality of Tis, and eventually the entire continent will all use Castel’s products and materials.”
“You’re worried whether we’d allow these things to be sold? Don’t worry—we’ll definitely allow it. Even if you hadn’t asked, these things would still be sent to your side.”
For an industrial complex like Castel, expansion inevitably came with dumping goods. The development logic of an industrial nation was completely different from that of an agrarian one. For Castel, leveraging economies of scale to crush costs was far more valuable than locking away technology.
With the same production line, Castel’s efficiency could be nearly forty percent higher than Blood Harbor’s, with an even better yield rate.
And that was with Blood Harbor having already completed a basic industrial system. Other nations without such a system—even if you handed them the entire production line—they still couldn’t produce anything.
Not to mention the immense trouble brought by cognitive interference. Not every power had the ability to deal with pollution.
The priests of the Silent Sanctum looked at one another, all wearing strange expressions. They truly hadn’t expected Castel to be this… generous.
In this era, which power didn’t go to extreme lengths to hide any new thing they developed?
The Empire had relied on musket squads to conquer nearly half the continent. If the Empress hadn’t passed away, perhaps they would all be Imperial citizens by now.
As Ignati’s gaze flickered, he faintly sensed that Castel might be unlike any nation he had encountered before.
This time, perhaps Nora really had found hope for the Sanctum and for the White Raven.
“There—that’s a Gatling,” Nini said casually, pointing toward a machine-gun emplacement on the roof.
Why there was a machine-gun position on top of a hospital was really troublesome to explain, but the people of the Silent Sanctum didn’t question it.
They truly regarded the Gatling as a “medical tool.”
“Let me think about where to take you to look next.” After stepping out of the hospital, Nini hesitated, then turned to Nora. “What do you think we should see first?”
“The train.”
Nora answered without hesitation. The railway connecting the Northlands and Blood Harbor was the existence that truly changed the balance of the continent. With it, Castel’s influence could spread northward.
Even the priests of the Silent Sanctum had heard of it.
They might have been poorly informed, but after arriving in the Northlands, the first thing they learned was the existence of the railway. Anyone who had seen that steel behemoth roaring across the land would never forget it.
“Alright. But here in Castel, the surface lines are only for freight. I’ll take you to see the subway.”
The subway?
The Buriers were a little confused. The word sounded like a combination of underground and railway. They knew about railways—but underground?
Railways could be buried underground? Like coffins?
That actually sounded kind of interesting. Maybe it could be used in funerals.
Before they had time to think it through, Nini, standing at the front of the group, suddenly vanished.
Immediately afterward, her shout came from beneath their feet:
“Hurry and come down! There’s a Network Path entrance right here!”