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As dusk approached, the old man pulled by Marcel's shadow turned over the gentle **** in front of him, and the familiar town of Graar appeared in front of him.

Looking at the town in front of him, Marcel moved his aching buttocks and drove the donkey under his crotch.

On the cobblestone road, the crisp footsteps of the donkey were very clear.

When the residents of the town saw Marcel, they all greeted him warmly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Marcel."

"Doctor Marcel, you're back from your visit."

"Mr. Marcel..."

In the face of these enthusiastic people, Marcel kept smiling and nodding, occasionally answering a few words.

It's not that Marcel doesn't want to pay attention to them, but that he still doesn't recognize them fully. Many people can't call out their names. How do you ask him to greet each other?

In fact, Marcel can't be blamed for this, because he has only been here for a month, so how can he get to know people so quickly. As for why everyone is so enthusiastic about Marcel, who has only been here for a month, we can learn a thing or two from his title.

That's right because Marcel is a doctor, the only one in the town.

The town of Graal is located in the northeast corner of Sardinia, where there are few barren arable land, and more is supported by fishing and animal husbandry. There are more than 3,000 people in the whole town, and there are only hundreds of residents who live in the town for a long time.

The small population and the lack of abundant products have also led to the general poverty of the local residents, so the town of Graal is not rich in business, and there is only one grocery store.

As for the clinic, it was the Marcel family, and he was the only one who had the qualifications to practice medicine.

And the enthusiasm of the people in the town put a lot of pressure on Marcel, because he was just out of school, and he was still a complete novice, so the pressure was definitely not small.

That's right, Marcel graduated from the Medical School of Genoa. For him who graduated from a non-famous medical school, he didn't know until after graduation that the job was that hard to find. He couldn't get into the national hospital, and many private clinics in the city thought he was not a famous medical school, and many didn't want him. It was difficult for someone to ask him, and he was only willing to let him be an assistant. The assistant here can actually be called an apprentice. When the arrogant-faced private clinic doctor said that he would only eat and live within three years, and that he would get paid after three years, it was like a charity.

How could this satisfy Marcel, who was already in debt because of his studies, so after a difficult decision, Marcel joined the medical security service and became a doctor who voluntarily accepted the assignment.

The health care service plan is designated by the Ministry of Health, mainly to allow medical services to cover every town in Italy, even in remote areas must be able to provide medical services.

As we all know, this medical service also hates the poor and loves the rich, so there are many doctors in big cities, and there may be no doctors in remote areas.

Of course, I can't blame anyone for this. The doctor is also a human, and he has to eat too.

The Italian Ministry of Health implemented this service precisely because of the lack of medical facilities in remote areas.

Of course, the most important things in this service are doctors and funding. In this regard, it can only be said that the Ministry of Health is indeed not easy.

For a novice doctor like Marcel, the Ministry of Health can only pay 180 liras per month.

Of course, this salary is on the low side. Compared with the 350-800 lire in the city, there is a big gap. But whoever made Marcel fail to graduate from a famous medical school can only get less.

In addition, Marcel's clinic in the small town of Graal is also funded by the government. It can be said that except for him, everything is given by the government.

Of course, the government will not crack down on aspiring young people like Marcel. As long as he serves here for five years, Marcel will get the opportunity to return to the city and enter the public hospital, which is also part of the reward of the Ministry of Health.

Marcel's clinic is very conspicuous. Next to the church in the town, the bright red red cross sign makes it easy to see that it is a clinic.

Getting off the donkey and pushing the door, Marcel put down the salted fish in his hand and the medical kit on his back.

"Doctor Marcel, you're back."

The only nurse in the clinic, Ms. Caroline, spotted Marcel immediately.

"Yes, Miss Caroline, can you get me a cup of coffee?"

"Coming soon."

The hot coffee was brought to Marcel, smelling the aroma of the coffee, Marcel asked while putting sugar. "Is there anything today?"

Nurse Caroline, who was sorting out the medicine, continued to answer. "No, there is nothing today. Everyone knows that you are going to see a doctor in Kawi Village today, so no one is here today."

"Okay, thank you for the coffee you brewed. It's very delicious. By the way, your salted fish are all sent by enthusiastic villagers. If you want to refuse, you can't refuse."

Nurse Caroline is from a small town, her husband is frail and sickly, and there are children and elderly people at home. She has a very tight life, and Marcel can help if she can.

"Then thank you Dr. Marcel. If you have time, my family would like to invite you to dinner."

"There will be time. I've been on the road for a long time today, and I'm too tired."

While the two were talking, suddenly a man hurried in with a nervous expression.

"Is Dr. Marcel here, Dr. Marcel!"

"I am, what's the matter?"

When the man saw Marcel standing up, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Doctor Marcel, I'm Andy from Boer Village. My sister-in-law is pregnant and giving birth today, but the bleeding can't stop after giving birth. Come and have a look with me."

When he heard Andy's words, Marcel had a big head. He knew that the mother was bleeding heavily, but he didn't study gynecology, and the teacher in the college only gave a general idea. And it was too difficult for him, a trainee doctor, to preside over this kind of operation.

Marcel thought of this, a little hesitant.

Seeing Dr. Marcel's expression, Andy guessed something and hurriedly said it. "Doctor Marcel, please rest assured that no matter what the treatment is, we won't blame you." Facing Andy's words, Marcel can only say anything now, so he can only bite the bullet.

"Nurse Caroline, prepare hemostatic forceps, gauze, anesthesia, candles and other surgical supplies."

"Andy, you are waiting outside."

Life is at stake, and as a doctor Marcel is responsible, he stepped forward to help Nurse Caroline prepare surgical instruments together.

The two were quickly ready, and Nurse Caroline followed Marcel out with the operating box. There was also a donkey beside Andy anxiously outside the door. Now Marcel breathed a sigh of relief, it's alright.

"You lead the way."

"OK."

The town in Boer Village is not far, three or four kilometers away, and Andy's house is on the left side of the village.

When Marcel showed up with Nurse Caroline, the anxiously waiting villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Marcel is here, Anno is saved now."

Under the expectant eyes of the villagers, Marcel came all the way to the bedroom that was temporarily used as a delivery room.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room. In addition to several middle-aged women, there was also a man holding a newborn baby and talking to the patient, but when they saw Marcel, they immediately stepped aside. .

Marcel saw the bloodless mother at a glance, and his eyes had begun to slacken a little.

"Quick, get hot water, candles and mirrors."

Marcel couldn't care about other things at this time, and hurriedly asked people to prepare.

"The hot water is here."

A middle-aged woman held a hot tub in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After washing her hands, Marcel continued to ask. "Who was in charge of delivering the patient before?"

"it's me."

A middle-aged woman stood up.

"Tell me about the previous situation, how long has it been bleeding?"

Taking advantage of the time to dry his hands, Marcel quickly asked about the patient's condition.

"Anuo had a stomachache at 8 in the morning. About two hours ago, he gave birth to a baby boy. Then we found that the bleeding couldn't stop at all, so we quickly asked Andy to come to you for help."

After understanding the situation, Marcel continued to instruct. "Now light the candles, the men go out, and the women look in with mirrors. Caroline gives me the anaesthetic."

Next, the men who were driven out of the house could only wait anxiously, hoping that Dr. Marcel would pull Anno back from the **** of death.

An hour or two, the moon has risen to the branches, and there is always news.

Marcel stumbled out.

"Doctor, how is my wife?"

Anno's husband hurried over to ask with the child in his arms.

"It's still good, the bleeding has stopped, and then we need to cultivate well."

Marcel drew cheers and, of course, thanks.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, thank you very much."

"It's okay, this is what I should do."

Amid the chorus of thanks, Marcel had a wonderful feeling that it was too good to save his life from death.

In Italy, there are many people like Dr. Marcel, who either actively or passively provide basic medical services to remote areas. But in any case, this is good governance, so that the vast majority of Italians have access to basic medical services.

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