Traveling through time and space to achieve a well-off life with your family

The free clinic activity suddenly became extremely popular. Many beastmen from other tribes heard that the free clinic was being held at the Gate of Qiming City. Even some minor illnesses such as headaches and fevers could be treated for free, so they brought their families to see the doctor. This made the five medical staff who were on duty every day very busy. Seeing this scene, the high priests in those tribes could not help but feel anxious.

"What should we do now? Everyone has come here to see a doctor! Then won't we be useless in the tribe in the future?!" a high priest said worriedly.

"They know so much! They can even diagnose and treat ailments like stomachache! Can't stomachache be relieved by just defecating? But how can they prescribe so many medicines!" another person echoed.

"Absolutely not! I must talk to the city lord. Doing this is clearly making things difficult for us!" someone shouted indignantly.

"That's right! I will also report the situation to the city lord! We can't let them continue like this!"

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Cheng Mo sat in his office, smiling as he watched the excited high priests in front of him. He stood up and brewed a pot of hot tea for everyone, and asked them to sit down, then said slowly: "High priests, there is no need to be so anxious."

"How can I not be anxious!" Accompanied by an angry shout, a burly and angry high priest slapped the table in front of him so hard that the things on the table almost fell to the ground.

Cheng Mo, who originally had a relaxed smile on his face, suddenly became solemn when he saw this scene. He stared at the angry high priest.

The high priest was always irritable and it was not easy for him to control his temper and come to Cheng Mo to ask for an explanation so late. However, when he saw Cheng Mo showing no fear and even showing a cold expression, he could not help but feel a little timid, and his momentum weakened a bit, and his voice gradually became lower.

Seeing the tense situation, the other high priests around him also shut up and stopped talking. Cheng Mo looked around at everyone, and after a moment of silence, he finally slowly asked, "Everyone, I want to know, what is the approximate mortality rate of your tribe in the past year?"

These high priests had received school education and were naturally aware of the meaning of "mortality". However, they were not good at math and could only try to remember and count with their fingers.

After a long while, one of the high priests replied hesitantly: "About 20 to 30 people die in our tribe every year..."

Then, another person said, "Our tribe has slightly more people, probably around 40."

Another person exclaimed: "Ah? Our tribe's population is not large to begin with, and only three or four people die every year."

Finally, someone shouted, "Your number is too small! We have at least fifty in our tribe!"

Seeing the group of people in front of him discussing the mortality rate of the tribe, Cheng Mo did not choose to interrupt them. Instead, he quietly took out a thick census form from the drawer and placed it in front of everyone. Then he said, "This is a census report of Qiming City last year. According to this report, except for those orcs who died of natural aging, at most three orcs will die every year."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an exclamation at the scene:

"what?!"

"How is this possible?!"

Several high priests quickly grabbed the census form on the table and read it carefully with doubtful looks on their faces. They knew the size of the City of Enlightenment very well, but it was unbelievable that with such a large population, the annual death rate was so low!

Cheng Mo leaned back in his chair, staring at the high priests calmly, and said slowly: "As you all know, there is a clinic in our city, which is equipped with ten medical staff. On weekdays, the patients admitted to the clinic are either those who were accidentally injured while hunting outside, or those who encountered accidents during labor, but in fact, it is rare for orcs to be injured for such reasons; on the contrary, more orcs go to the clinic because of various physical discomfort symptoms, such as headaches, fever and other minor ailments. In my opinion, the existence of the clinic is not only to treat serious illnesses such as injuries or fractures, it can also diagnose and treat some common minor illnesses."

"This... this is inappropriate!" A high priest with a wrinkled face and wearing a black robe waved his hands excitedly and retorted loudly.

Cheng Mo looked at the emotional high priest quietly and said slowly: "Why is it inappropriate?"

"Those medical staff in the clinic have learned the sacred duties of our high priest! How can they use it on ordinary orcs so easily!" said the high priest righteously.

His words resonated with the other high priests, and they nodded in support.

However, Cheng Mo was not overwhelmed by their momentum. He smiled and continued to ask: "Suppose there are two injured orcs in front of you now, one is seriously injured and bloody, and the other looks unscathed, which one would you choose to treat first?"

The high priests answered in unison without hesitation: "Of course it's the one who was seriously injured!"

Cheng Mo sighed softly after hearing this, and then continued, "But a few days later, the orc who seemed to be slightly injured suddenly died. This is a real thing that happened in Qiming City, because the orc who seemed to be seriously injured suffered external injuries, while the orc who seemed to be fine suffered internal injuries. He thought he was fine, so he kept holding back from going to the clinic and just told his family that he was not feeling well. His family didn't know why he was not feeling well, so they could only comfort him and tell him to have a good rest. As a result, the best time for his treatment was delayed."

The high priests looked at each other with surprise and confusion on their faces. Finally, they could only sigh: "That's so unfortunate!" It seemed that there were no other suitable words to express their inner feelings.

"Ha!" Cheng Mo laughed in anger, looking at the group of people in front of him helplessly. He slammed the table hard, and then asked solemnly: "If there was even one person who could lend a hand to rescue the orc who was less seriously injured, or if the orc knew his own injuries and went to get treatment as soon as possible, how could such a tragedy have happened! Tell me, is his death unjust or not?"

Faced with Cheng Mo's questioning, the high priests were speechless and could only look at each other, not knowing how to respond.

Seeing this, Cheng Mo sighed heavily and continued, "The high priest traditions you inherited all came from the previous generation, and the knowledge you learned is often unchanging. I held this free clinic in the hope that you can gain different experiences and skills from it, and other orcs can also learn some medical knowledge, which can also relieve the pressure on your shoulders. Isn't this good?"

However, one of the high priests still seemed a little hesitant and muttered softly: "But...if we do what you said, I'm afraid no one will want to come to us for treatment in the future..."

"Free medical consultations don't happen as frequently as eating and sleeping! They are only held once a year, and each time they only last for half a cycle of months. What about outside of this period? Don't the orcs still have to seek your help as usual?" Cheng Mo looked at the high priest solemnly and consoled him, "So, this doesn't threaten your position at all."

No one responded for a while, and the scene fell into silence. After looking at each other, the high priests finally chose to remain silent and acquiesced to the continuation of the free clinic. After all, the reason why they strongly opposed holding such activities in the first place was nothing more than worrying that they would lose their original respected status; now that they have confirmed that such concerns are completely unnecessary, there is naturally no reason to stop it.