Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste

Chapter 23 Fundraising Harvest

Chapter 23 - 23 Fundraising HarvestSoaking in the hot water of the bathtub, the warm sensation quickly cleared the slight drowsiness from Perfikot's mind.

Although last night's banquet was quite lavish, and Perfikot achieved her goal by raising a substantial amount of funds for the "polar re

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, such a so-called scientific expedition fundraiser would raise a few thousand gold pounds at best, and tens of thousands would only be possible with major noble sponsorship.

"Well, at least with the support of these nobles, the number of Flying Airships can be increased by two, and the shelters on the New Continent can be expanded from one to three." Perfikot lay in the bathtub, pondering the impact of this fundraising on her plan.

As the water cooled, Perfikot stood up from the bathtub, and the maid automaton approached to wipe the water drops from her body.

Watching the maid automaton serving her, Perfikot couldn't help but feel grateful that she had transmigrated into a noble family with an alchemist background. Otherwise, forget about someone serving her bath; surviving safely and healthily in this era would be a tremendous challenge.

It's worth noting that, despite the presence of alchemy and various mysterious forces, the medical field in this world is far less advanced than in the world before her transmigration. Doctors are still stuck with the trio of bloodletting, amputation, and branding; forget about disinfection, there isn't even anesthesia.

When Perfikot first transmigrated, out of curiosity, she attended a public surgery by the medical department of Langton University, which left a profound impression on her. It also made her lose all hope for the medical practices of this era.

After all, for someone with modern medical knowledge, having a doctor who ties a patient to an operating table without anesthesia or disinfection, then uses saws and axes followed by branding irons—turning the operating table into something akin to a slaughterhouse—to treat you is a terrifying prospect.