Chapter 174 If It’s Really Not Pregnancy, Then What Kind of Disease Is It?

Chapter 174 It’s really not pregnancy—what kind of disease is that?

"Use magic?"

"Can you see magic too?"

The two old men turned back at the same time. Master Tolga tugged at his beard, glanced at Gretel with a new look, and turned to ask Elder Wood:

"Old Mumu, your student?"

"My friend's student is studying at the parliament headquarters and asked me to take care of him." Elder Wood explained, and then asked Gretel: "Are you sure? Can magic really be seen?"

"It should be possible." Gretel slowly stepped forward and explained to Elder Wood and Master Tolga:

"It's a new magic. I just improved it. The paper has been reviewed and approved. Let's see if I can get pregnant. It can still be done."

As he spoke, he rummaged through his backpack, found the paper, and handed it over with both hands. Master Tolga couldn't wait to grab it, read ten lines at a glance, and read on quickly. I slowed down as I read. I twirled my beard with my left hand, from the three-layered chin to the almost white tip of my beard. Let go, move it up, and do it again...

Grete waited patiently, without any hint of impatience. It's just waiting for the patient's family to sign. The patient, or the patient's family, is much more troublesome than this. Make a pre-operative explanation, tell him once, if he doesn’t understand, tell him again, let me think about it, call his relatives and ask about it, take out his mobile phone and Baidu on the spot...

In contrast, the family members of patients who are willing to read papers on the spot and try to understand what B-ultrasound is are simply adorable.

"Hmm... It seems reasonable." After a long time, the old magician finally turned to the last page of the paper and stroked his beard with satisfaction. "Let me give it a try! Old wood, give me a bottle of oil -"

"I'd better do it first!" Grete didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly stopped him. "When I finish reading, I will tell you which parts to pay attention to, and you can take a look again in person -"

After comforting the patient's family, Grete turned around and went to comfort the patient again. Iris burst into tears, grabbing the female knight with one hand and grabbing Gretel's sleeve with the other:

"I'm really not pregnant... Please, prove to me that I really didn't do anything bad... I'm not with any man... wu wu wu..."

"Don't worry, as long as you are indeed not pregnant, this magic will definitely prove it." Gretel comforted her as gently as possible. He said this, but he was not sure at all:

A young female suffers from a distended abdomen and denies the history of apricot life... How credible is this statement? God knows.

For women of childbearing age, if you have abdominal pain, bloating, or any acute abdominal symptoms, you should not take it seriously if you deny it, and send them all to get HCG! Otherwise, you think it's appendicitis, and you confidently cut it open, and you end up with an ectopic pregnancy...

Stupid.

Immediately ask the obstetrics and gynecology teacher to help. Then, if you are lucky, you will be scolded by the director. If you are not lucky, your certificate will be torn apart...

Of course, this is a different world and there is no HCG to do it. Grete could only be worried, and coaxed people inside while silently chanting "It must not be an ectopic pregnancy...it must not be a teratoma...". In spite of his busy schedule, I still want to give Elder Wood a smile:

"Elder, is there any sister who happens to be here? Please come over and accompany me? It's not convenient for me to examine a girl by myself..."

"Freya went to Duy Woodland and won't be back until tomorrow. Anita has gone home." Elder Wood hesitated, looked at the old magician, and then at the female knight:

"How about asking this young lady to accompany you?"

"I have no problem." Salina responded immediately. She returned her hand and patted her female companion's forearm: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you!"

I... forget it, I don't have a problem. A male doctor examines a female patient. There are no female nurses. The patient's family members can accompany her... If I can't help, I can't help. I can prove it and I will be grateful...

Gretel quickly followed. He found a bed, laid the girl down, and drew the curtains. The female knight stood at the head of the bed. Grete held the female patient's hand and stared into her eyes as gently as possible:

"Don't be afraid, this magic will not hurt you or make you feel pain. I will only use one finger on your belly-"

He stood up straight and drew a circle on his abdomen, reaching up to the xiphoid process and the lower edge of the ribs, down to the pelvis, from left to right to the mid-axillary line on the side:

"Move back and forth here and take a look with your magic."

Iris followed the movement of his fingers, flinched, and tried her best to smile at him. Gretel thoughtfully pretended not to notice her little move, softened her voice, and continued to explain to her:

"You may press some in, but not too deep. If it hurts, just tell me. In order for the magic to work smoothly, you need to lift the clothes on your stomach and pour some oil on the skin. It will feel a little Liang, please bear with me.

Just lie flat on your back. If your belly is bulging, just do it. If you are told to lie on your side, just lie on your side. Don’t worry about anything else. I won’t touch other places. If you are worried, you can also cover the top and bottom with a blanket, leaving only the belly..."

His voice was calm and gentle, and his eyes were focused. As Iris listened, the fingers that were holding on to the cloak gradually relaxed, and the edges of her nails became more red. After Grete finished talking about the precautions, just as he was about to stand up, his sleeves suddenly tightened. Iris stood up and held his sleeve tightly with her little hands:

"I...I'm really not pregnant...right? I...last month, I drank water from his cup..."

"..."

"..."

Isn't it, girl? !

Grete couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. Forget it, even in the previous life, girls in the 21st century would still make trouble like this, not to mention the level of development here is similar to that of the Middle Ages. He patted the back of the girl's hand comfortingly:

"Don't worry, as long as you are really not pregnant, magic will definitely prove it. - Madam, please help your friend prepare. Thank you very much. I will go get the magic materials and come back later."

There is a bag of bat brains in the left hand and a bottle of glycerin in the right hand. Grete had just sat down when the curtain behind him was lifted, and Master Tolga and Elder Wood filed in. Grete looked back helplessly:

"Elder..."

The other party is a young girl. Can you guys go out first?

"You do it, and I'll watch." Elder Wood held the paper in one hand, his eyes burning. The old magician only had one sentence: "I am her father!"

Okay...okay. Gretel made a gesture, signaling the female knight to lift the blanket on Iris' belly. The girl was lying motionless on her back, with her abdomen bulging upwards centered on her navel. The side abdominal wall did not bulge significantly, and her navel did not protrude either. Grete immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank God, the cause of the abdominal distension was not ascites.

If this was ascites, he would be dead: it would cause symptoms of ascites, cirrhosis, portal hypertension, heart failure, constrictive pericarditis, peritoneal cancer metastasis, nephrotic syndrome, pancreatogenic peritoneal effusion, tuberculous peritonitis, which one? They are not to be trifled with!

Without a bunch of relevant examinations, he couldn't even identify the disease. Even if the diagnosis was successful... he wouldn't be able to cure it...

Grete handed the glycerin to the female knight and motioned her to apply a thick layer on her friend's belly. He held a bat brain and activated the B-ultrasound magic. Press the index finger of your right hand on Iris's lower abdomen, and scan the ultrasound near the pelvis, observing carefully.

This belly must be five or six months old. Gretel was extra careful, holding his breath and looking up and down. He thought about the pelvic cavity, mid-abdomen, upper abdomen, and even the possibility of ectopic pregnancy, but was finally sure that there was none - not even a three-month-old fetus was found.

He had no choice but to do HCG here, so he had to be careful.

After searching hard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and came to the conclusion with confidence:

"Don't worry, it's not pregnancy."

"Is it is it?!"

"Let me see--"

"I'll take a look too!"

Two old men rushed forward quickly. Grete had just shouted "I haven't finished checking yet" and was already pushed aside and almost fell to the ground. Master Tolga couldn't wait to grab a bat brain:

"What do you think? Is it enough to emit sound waves in there?"

Gretel had no choice but to get out of the way. Just take a look, the benefit of being able to use magic is that any magician can learn it and verify it on your own. He nervously reminded the important points:

"That's right, if you point your finger a little forward and a little further down, it's right here! Activate the magic and you can see that there is no baby in her belly - you can't mistake the baby's appearance, right?

By the way, use less magic power! Just be able to see clearly. If the magic power fluctuates too much, your intestines will be broken! "

"emmmmm..."

Master Tolga grabbed a bat brain, then another, moving his fingers back and forth, looking at it several times. Finally, he took a long breath, raised his right hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"really not……"

Rub the glycerin on your fingers onto your forehead, and your forehead, already covered with beads of sweat, immediately becomes shiny and colorful. Gretel didn't dare to laugh. He turned around and paid attention to the old magician with his peripheral vision. He looked at Elder Wood with a look full of expectation:

"Old Mumu, you are right. The girl is not pregnant, but sick - so what kind of disease is this? How to treat it? You have watched the girl grow up, you have to cure her!"

Hey, hey, your daughter is not pregnant, I proved it to you!

If you have any questions, ask me!

Forget it, if there is a senior director and a resident doctor here, or even if there is a white-haired chief surgeon and a young deputy director, the patient and the patient's family must have gone to the older doctor...

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