Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste
Chapter 152: Authority or Fear?

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Authority or Fear?

Though Perfikot felt some regret over the death of someone from illness, her emotions did not fluctuate greatly.

Such was the era; human lives were fragile as flickering candles in the wind, easily quashed by the slightest breeze.

Not to mention those who were in critical condition, at the brink of death; even at the hospital they were currently in, people died almost daily.

Indeed, the doctors were trying hard to save these patients, and they truly intended to save their lives alongside other medical staff, but the limited medical technology and incorrect understanding of the era often made their efforts go contrary to their original intentions.

This made Perfikot rather discontented. After witnessing another death due to erroneous treatment plans, she, unable to tolerate it further, decided to reform the medical system of this hospital.

Or rather, Perfikot set out to establish a scientific medical system, as it was hard to claim there was any medical system at the level of the equivalent of the 18th century in the original world.

"From today, all medical staff must undergo professional nursing training to learn necessary cleaning, sterilization, and hygiene knowledge." Perfikot found the hospital’s director and had him gather all the medical staff to begin her briefing: "I have observed and compiled statistics of patient deaths at your hospital recently. A majority of deaths were due to inflammation and other complications caused by inappropriate medical care, so the first improvement required is in nursing.

I have here a set of medical care standards I have compiled, from today you must strictly adhere to these standards! Any negligence..."

Perfikot paused here, sweeping a severe gaze across the attending medical staff, collecting their dismissiveness and distraction in her eyes.

She could understand their attitude, thinking she was merely relying on her status to meddle, not grasping medicine.

Yet, Perfikot did not intend to persuade them or reason with them, instead, she directly switched to a terrifying tone: "I know some call me the Scarlet Alchemist, for my ruthless suppression of those Independents.

Frankly, the nickname is quite unpleasant, but if it helps you take my words seriously, I do not mind being called the Blood Count.

So, if anyone disregards my warnings even after being reminded, then my laboratory still needs several live dissection specimens."

Perfikot’s words swept like a cold wind across everyone’s hearts, causing the entire medical staff to shiver uncontrollably.

Only then did they remember, this young girl Count in front of them had killed hundreds in New Shaker City before.

Especially when they already felt fear, Perfikot casually added, "Do not worry, even if you defy my wishes, I will not kill you, for I need live specimens. Only when you are alive can I better research the human body.

Rest assured, with my alchemy, even if I cut you into a dozen pieces and made specimen slides of glass, I can still ensure you remain alive."

Undoubtedly, this only deepened the medical staff’s fear of Perfikot.

Before Perfikot crossed over, her father told her in the original world there are two ways to make people obey you: one is to truly have skills that convince everyone of your abilities, so they naturally listen to you.

The second is to be pitiably miserable, making others sympathize with you and thus follow you.

But Perfikot herself felt the second was impractical, for she thought many no longer had such sympathy.

Thus, she believed the second approach should be changed to make everyone fear you, fear you enough to not withstand the consequences of defying your orders, thereby making them listen to you just the same.

As the youngest dual master of alchemy and engineering in the Victor Empire, Perfikot undoubtedly could prove her professional knowledge and capabilities and convince all here.

But she did not wish to waste time on that.

Or rather, letting others be convinced through skill and facts was inefficient to Perfikot.

She chose to instill fear.

Previously, she already let fear permeate the hearts of this city. Now, all that was required was a few simple guiding words for these people to fear her sufficiently, ensuring they do not falter in executing her orders.

Furthermore, because it was her orders, others in this city only presumed she had some conspiracy or evil plan, not considering her an aberrant thinker to be stopped.

This era did not lack martyrs and guardians willing to sacrifice for ideals and beliefs, but clearly, few dared to risk becoming live dissection specimens to confront someone as fierce as Perfikot.

Thus, this cleared obstacles for her medical reform.

Things indeed proceeded as Perfikot anticipated. Although there were dissenters and some believed her proposals contradicted traditional medical views, even discarding some regarded as truths, due to fear of her, the vast majority of medical staff could only submit to her will rather than oppose.

Among them, some even felt guilty, for they thought they were heedlessly risking lives to save theirs.

After all, all of Perfikot’s demands were contrary to their knowledge, especially her request to sterilize wards and patients with strong liquor, which made many medical staff think Perfikot wanted to set everyone ablaze.

But ultimately, faced with rapidly reducing mortality and infection rates, these medical staff chose silence between opposition and praise.

They did not praise Perfikot for her measures effectively reducing mortality and infection rates, nor did they publicize it, let alone intend to promote it.

A significant number of medical staff believed this was merely alchemy at play and not real medical techniques.

In other words, they thought Perfikot invoked the forbidden human transmutation.

Perfikot did not care for such rumors, nor did she take them to heart. She merely insisted this continue and used her authority to compel the Governor of the New Continent to implement these measures in all New Shaker City hospitals.

The Governor was certainly not naively believing Perfikot lowered mortality and infection rates through human transmutation. He knew it must be owing to Perfikot’s genuinely effective policies.

Hence, he decisively issued a governor’s administrative order for all hospitals throughout the New Continent colony to implement Perfikot’s new standards, compiling all into a report sent back to the Empire’s heartlands.