In Galen’s mouth, Chenxi Port was flooded with a large number of unlicensed doctors.
Although various universities had already launched new disciplines in New Pharmacology and New Trauma Science, and they quickly became one of the hottest disciplines,
the investment of the Royal Court Cabinet in education and healthcare was far less than that in the military.
Under the background of the Military Government in Aran, only the Imperial City and a few large cities boasted public universities with strong faculty, but those who could be admitted were the ones who could later ascend to high positions in the Royal Court,
It wasn’t that private schools required high fees; they still offered scholarships to recruit some bright students for show, but often these scholarships were obtained by those from families with higher-than-average incomes.
Because education is heavily dependent on the economy, influenced by the environment, not only intelligence and hardware are considered, but also thought patterns and software standards, with the latter far surpassing the former.
Intelligence does not equate to cleverness, wisdom does.
This led to the current phenomenon in Chenxi Port, even though modern medicine had matured, it was not widely promoted or popularized; licensed doctors, who had thrived economically, would never work just for a copper coin.
Let alone this, just the various drugs synthesized by the "alchemy platform" were also quite valuable.
The reason why Mika’s drug reserves were sufficient, whether in Fuma Keqing’s medical room or the pharmacy at Heaven Port Hospital, with fully stocked categories, was not because the raw materials were cheap or anything else. It was purely because they engaged in murderous and thieving activities, having abundant funds to buy drugs or raw materials in the black market, capital counted in Golden Dragons.
Hospitals or clinics with business licenses were high-end expenditures.
And doctors also took advantage of the information gap in the nascent industry to make a fortune, either working as officials in the Aran National Institution or harshly benefiting mankind by trusting the market.
Due to the lack of sound laws, Aran didn’t have so-called medical regulation, and doctors who understood marketing would add many non-lethal side effects to their drugs for combined treatments and charge more fees.
It was the same principle with pharmaceutical companies on Earth: if there is no demand, create one, coexisting with food safety, and the Hippocratic Oath was just for laughs. In a sense, chemists and biologists weren’t strictly doctors but more like scholars, more rational.
However, there were also some people who didn’t pursue money; either they weren’t lacking in wealth, had little material desire, were expelled from schools, kicked out of circles due to insufficient connections, or were genuinely righteous individuals.
Some highly skilled people compiled handbooks on precise treatments that didn’t require formal education; one could just follow the book, which could be considered the Western Continent’s version of the "barefoot doctor’s manual," but more comprehensive.
And such handbooks were massively produced in print factories in remote countries and circulated around the world.
And not to mention doctors, there were not so many literate people in the world; those who could read and had good memory were indeed fortunate. On the "Choose Your Hero" screen, aside from traditional careers like pirates, horse bandits, adventurers, and laborers, a hidden profession had emerged—the Black Doctor.
Seeking unlicensed doctors was also risky. Ordinary amputations and disinfection of external wounds were fine, but complicated diseases could kill.
Aran profited massively from the war, being the world leader, but not everyone was wealthy. If everyone had money to spend daily, who would actually work? Even in affluent areas, there had to be some who were impoverished, even if artificially constrained. Get full chapters from N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
The Western Continent also had its own "white trash."
Respected doctors looked down upon, leaving no choice but to try one’s luck with unlicensed doctors.
Mika’s old friend, a female doctor, was among these unlicensed ranks.
On the outskirts of Chenxi Port.
In the grey, dreary suburbs, among the dilapidated low buildings, a scrawny, scabby bald cat licked water from the gutter. Startled by the footsteps, it quickly leapt onto the roof beams and disappeared out of sight.
The source of the information was a frail adventurer, thin enough to be blown over by a wind, belonging to the group of legendary elder brothers. Adventurers, as you know, never lacked junkies, and he was guiding Liszt.
There were also plenty of people on this street who resembled walking corpses, their bodies wrapped in cheap coarse linen robes, moving listlessly like lepers about to meet their end.
Liszt had seen many of these types and wasn’t surprised anymore. In Heaven Port, a brick thrown could kill eight drug addicts.
"I don’t feel this place is very safe."
Noblewoman Isis insisted on accompanying Liszt despite being persuaded otherwise, too pampered by comfortable living and too fond of thrill-seeking, especially with Liszt. No woman could resist the lure of adventure with secure protection.
As everyone knows, schoolgirls to bad boy, urban beauties to triad gang leaders, Sheep Knife to Sword Saint.
Many pedestrians on the road glanced at Isis as if a swan had appeared in a swamp of rot.
The young lady’s presence was too dazzling, like a 100,000-watt lightbulb, nearly blinding these wasted souls.
"It’s pretty safe, these wastes. Galen could take on ten of them alone."
Liszt remarked casually.
Galen had no response, metaphorically shot while lying down.
Wolman’s hometown, the Southern Wetland, served as a leading area for drug logistics worldwide. Liszt considered that some among these might be dealing with the scar-faced woman’s products.
Liszt and Lu Chen had discussed how Lu Chen improved the scar-faced woman’s products making them in high demand. This allowed her significant influence throughout the Great Wetland and helped her business flourish in the area.
It’s funny, Wolman probably never expected, but even if the Benevolent King Murphys continued to rule the Southern Wetland, it would still cause significant harm to Aran.
Murphys had ironically saved the country in a roundabout way. Not to undermine Wolman, but if the rail business succeeded and Black Sail helped Wolman reclaim his throne, there might be a chance. However, any stability achieved wouldn’t likely last long.
Heaven Port was at the edge of the world, whereas the Southern Wetland lay right on Aran’s face. Keeping the status quo, letting Murphys sell out crazily, turning it into a narco-state, was actually a more substantial blow to Aran.
Guided by an informant, they turned into a secluded alley, and before they even entered, they could smell the bleach.
They reached the entrance of a two-story building with no door, just a hanging curtain.
From the outside, one couldn’t tell it was a clinic; it masqueraded as a Magic Beast materials warehouse, and the receptionist appeared to be a young girl not even eighteen.
After confirming the accuracy of the information through the girl and whether the boss was an acquaintance of Mika.
He confirmed a positive reply, giving the informant an extra fee of ten silver coins, which made the man beam with joy. With those ten silver coins, not only could he buy supplies from dealers but also find an "ice sister", Sister Porridge, for a fun night.
Running brothels was illegal in Aran Country, but there were invariably sellers, and not a few women were drugged, sold to support addiction, making money for both the dealers and pimps.
Claiming they had to support a gambling father, sick mother, and schooling brother, while in reality, everything might be falling apart.
"Your boss is here, right? Please let her know that an acquaintance of Mika is here."
Liszt was lavish, handing out five silver coins as a tip directly to the girl.
Without hesitation and observing that five silver coins was not a small amount, she pocketed the money and quickly raced up the stairs.
Liszt was very curious; Mika, unlike Wolman, had no formal education. This house tutor must be Mika’s old doctor, most likely.
Footsteps came from the staircase, the person descending seemingly impatient.