Chapter 383: XVIII. A God-like Existence
An Inner City hospital that had been converted from a hotel.
That is to say, the location where Black Sail’s free medical policy was implemented.
Liszt called the free medical care a matter of the bigger picture, but in reality, everyone else referred to it as a brain thrombosis.
The regulars at Black Sail all thought this idea was ridiculous and never took it seriously. Sure, for a cold or flu, grabbing some medicine was fine, and for injuries, coming in for some bandaging, setting bones, or casting could do, but as for organic disease of the viscera, forget about it. There was a universally acknowledged truth: public services often were inferior to private ones.
And with publicly operated pirate services, that was even more of a pipe dream. Nobody expected to actually cure anyone; it was all for show, an understood charade, nothing but a gimmick.
However, there still were a very few who weren’t well-informed, who, enticed by the notion of free healthcare, came to check it out and join the buzz.
Mika wasn’t completely throwing in the towel, though—he made up a manual for the "pirate physicians" in the hospital to prescribe the right medicine for the right condition, just follow the instructions in the manual.
"Your condition... hmm, breathing troubles, chest pain, right? Since it’s pain, then just prescribing painkillers should do."
Weber nodded in agreement.
His ability to become a physician wasn’t due to a high level of education; it was because basically no one else would take the job, knowing what they were made of. The so-called New Pharmacology was impenetrable. But Weber believed that for anything, you just needed to have the right spirit. As long as the intent to save lives and help the injured got through, then surely the patient would be healed.
He immediately had a nurse fetch a syringe and the pain-relieving medication from the pharmacy.