"Miss Fiona handled that nicely."
The sun's projection had just risen above Pluto's horizon. Jiang Hao, who had fallen asleep embracing the planet, saw Fiona Russell round up all six leaders of the Secret Potion Symposium and couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up.
With the Secret Potion Symposium, an organization that had existed on the Main Plane for thousands of years, under her control, Fiona Russell had the framework for her Church. All she needed to do now was appoint Priests from among her Believers and fill out the rest of the Church. Then she could build a vast organization spanning the continent.
What surprised Jiang Hao, though, was that Fiona Russell did not immediately set about organizing her Church. Instead, she built a hospital in Senriledeli City.
The Otherworld had doctors, but it had no hospitals.
Practitioners on the continent did not fall ill, while sick nobles sought treatment from a God's Priests. Whatever the disease, a Divine Spell would cure it at once. If that failed, they could kill the patient first and cast a Resurrection Spell afterward, guaranteeing a full recovery. Only poor commoners and penniless slaves went to doctors.
And the doctors in this world were appallingly bad.
They followed the principle of removing the afflicted part. For treatment, they resorted to bloodletting: wherever the problem was, they made a cut and let blood. If the patient lived, the treatment was a success. If the patient died, it was bad luck.
Only the most renowned doctors knew how to treat patients with an herb or two.
"Once she has a hospital, she can use her talent for developing medicines through chemical formulas, alchemy, and pharmacology to mass-produce treatments that work for commoners. That will let her gain enormous influence among commoners and slaves, making it easier