Chapter 1032 Treatment

Greg's heart sank slightly after listening to James' words, and then he continued to ask with some concern.

"So... is there any chance that those children can recover?"

Greg said that after working in the Security Bureau for two years, he had seen many ordinary people affected by extraordinary events. Some of them were controlled by cult drugs, some were corroded by poison, some were possessed by evil spirits, and some were attacked by extraordinary creatures.

These ordinary people who have experienced extraordinary events often have sequelae of varying degrees of severity. Some sequelae are simply incurable or the cost of treatment is too high and they will accompany them throughout their lives. Some sequelae are forcibly treated because they are so harmful.

Gregor found the seven children in the villa. He can still recall what happened at that time, so he still hopes that they are safe.

"The secret teachings they practiced are not particularly profound, and the poison they absorbed has not yet reached the point of causing permanent mental damage. As long as they are assisted by long-term and comprehensive treatment, they can recover. The 'cup' drug has accumulated deeply in their bodies, but as long as there are enough high-level 'stone' drugs, combined with the church's conditioning methods, they can be recovered, but..." As James spoke, his expression sank, and then he continued to speak.

"But such a long treatment cycle that consumes precious drugs is very expensive and far exceeds the security fund we can provide. They are orphans and have no family to continue to pay for their treatment. Soon they will stop taking the drugs and be sent to a mental hospital to stay there for the rest of their lives."

James continued, the Safety Bureau has a special basic medical insurance fund for extraordinary injuries to provide medical treatment for victims who accidentally suffer extraordinary injuries, but the limit of this fund is not high. If the medical expenses exceed the limit, the patients will have to pay for it out of their own pockets, but those orphans don't have their own families at all.

Listening to James' words, Greg became a little anxious, and then he suddenly spoke as if he had thought of something.

"But, but weren't they adopted by Viscount Field? Then Viscount Field's inheritance..."

"No, those seven children, even the one with the mildest symptoms, are still in a state of mental disorder. Legally, they are considered mentally ill and incapable of acting, and have no chance of inheriting the estate. Several distant relatives of the Field family have secretly received the news and brought their lawyers to Igwinter to fight for the estate. I have contacted them, and those guys only care about the estate. None of them is willing to pay for the medical expenses of these children.

"So... the future outcomes of those children are not optimistic..."

James said this with a serious expression, recalling the disdainful expressions of those little nobles, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. Listening to his words, Greg couldn't help but clench his fists.

“Is that so…?”

…

Shandian Hospital is located in the upper town, near the Glorious Church. It is the only public hospital in Igwin County. The few doctors here see a large number of patients every day.

Due to the public nature of this place, it naturally has to bear some other obligations. The only extraordinary injury treatment department in Igwen County is here. It is jointly operated by the church and the hospital to treat ordinary people who were sent by the Security Bureau to suffer injuries from extraordinary events.

On an exclusive floor of the hospital building, there were iron doors and iron windows, and prison-like wards were lined up side by side. In those wards, there were several children, big and small, wearing hospital gowns.

Some of them were curled up on the bed and trembling constantly, some had their limbs tied and were struggling frantically, yelling non-stop, some were held down by several doctors and nuns and force-fed drugs, and some had a dazed look on their faces and kept mumbling something.

Even though the ward was sealed sufficiently, faint sounds could still be heard coming from inside.

"Let me go! Let me go! I want to find my father! I want to find my father!"

"I want black tea, father's black tea, give me black tea quickly..."

"Sheep...sheep...I am a lamb...the wolf's lamb...wolf, where are you..."

Crazy scenes were playing out in the ward. After Luer's death, these children who were "educated" by him with drugs and drug identification were out of control.

At the end of this row of wards with iron doors, there is a half-open ward. Inside this ward, there is a white bed. On the bed sits a young girl about ten years old, wearing a hospital gown, with yellow hair, a thin body, and a dull look in her eyes. She looks like she is about ten years old.

On both sides of the bed, there were a doctor and a nun standing. The doctor was holding an animal card with a picture of a rabbit and showing it to the girl.

"What kind of animal is this, Anna?"

"It's a sheep..."

Facing the doctor's question, Anna answered slowly in a wooden tone. Hearing Anna's answer, the doctor was stunned. Then he put away the animal card of the rabbit, took out a horse card and showed it to Anna, then asked.

"What kind of animal is this? Anna, don't be anxious, think about it first."

"It's a wolf..."

Anna continued to answer with a blank expression. The doctor and the nun exchanged glances at this scene. Then the doctor put away the animal cards, took out a card with a picture of several children chasing and playing happily, showed it to Anna, and asked.

"Anna, look...what are they doing?"

"The wolf is hunting the sheep, and the sheep should be eaten..."

Anna continued to murmur. Seeing Anna's performance, the doctor and the nun couldn't help but shake their heads, with disappointed expressions on their faces.

"Okay Anna, you did a great job today, take a good rest, bye."

As they spoke, the doctor and the nun waved their hands as they walked out of the ward, closed the heavy iron door, and then walked side by side in the corridor.

"It seems that even the child with the mildest symptoms has no way to recover to normal now." Walking in the corridor, the doctor said with emotion, and the nun next to him also answered.

"Although the secret teachings they were forced to learn were not short, the concentration of the poison was very high. Although we cleared out a large part of the poison in time when Anna had just started learning the secret teachings, the remaining residues are not so easy to deal with. If you want to fully recover, it may take another four or five months of treatment."

"Three or four months... I don't know if the security fund for this child can last until then, but she still has a little hope, while others may have no hope at all..."

As he spoke, the doctor turned his head and looked to the side, at the children who were struggling frantically in the ward. Because they had been suffering from the poison of Paul Luer for many years, their symptoms were several times more serious than Anna's. They could not be reversed in just a few months.

Without more financial support, Anna may still have a glimmer of hope, but for the other six seriously ill patients, the only destination in the end is a mental hospital.

The doctors and nuns in this hospital have seen too many cases like this, and because the special medicines are extremely expensive, such cases are even more serious in this special injury department.

"It's really unbelievable. None of Viscount Field's relatives are willing to pay for the medical expenses. After all, they are publicly adopted children."

"Perhaps this is the norm for nobles. It's really unbelievable. Viscount Field only does good deeds because he is controlled. Holy Mother, are there no truly kind people in this world?"

In this way, the doctor and the nun walked forward while chatting about the conditions of these children, and on the ceiling of the corridor above their heads, a gecko lying there stuck out its tongue.