Chapter 401 I’m Not Pregnant but the Child Is Mine!

Chapter 401 Not pregnant—but the child is mine!

"Hello, my name is Gretel Nordmark, priest of the God of Nature. What is your name?"

"Galina. Galina Thain."

"How old are you this year?"

"Fifteen."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Stomachache……"

Grete sat cross-legged on the edge of the felt and asked softly, while writing down notes:

Female, 15 years old, considered to be a barbarian by race. Due to severe abdominal pain... there was no such thing as hospitalization. The patient is unmarried and has no children, has no history of miscarriage, has regular menstruation, normal menstrual cycle, menstrual period and amount, and no history of dysmenorrhea.

Miss Silver Dragon's [Charm Humans] is really easy to use. I asked her if she had ever had a miscarriage or anything, but she didn’t jump up and hit me!

In a previous life, when asking a young woman about this problem, the doctor would always be in danger. You have to watch the patient's words, fight wits and courage with the patient, and guard against being beaten by the patient's parents. How is it like now, when you ask her questions, she says nothing, and after listening to her heart and lungs, she is asked to lie down for a physical examination, and she is obedient...

Grete glanced at Miss Silver Dragon gratefully. It's so convenient to have her here. When treating young female patients, we don't have to find ways to find a female nurse. What? Is she a silver dragon?

Silver Dragon is a girl too!

Grete sighed and focused her energy on Galina's abdomen. With just one glance, his face turned serious:

Biased.

The distended abdomen is not the highest in the middle and symmetrical, but is obviously tilted to the right.

This is a bit troublesome...the swelling is to the right, hepatomegaly? Right kidney? Intestine? If the swelling reaches this level, the inflammation is already very serious...

"Gretel, is she pregnant?"

"Shh!"

Grete scoffed lightly without raising her head, telling her not to speak. He rubbed his hands together and carefully placed them on Galina's abdomen. He put his four fingers together and touched them little by little along the perimeter of the bulging area:

A huge mass could indeed be palpated. It reaches up to the xiphoid process and down to the level of the umbilicus... At this position, pregnancy can basically be ruled out... If you are pregnant, the bulge will go down a little further, and it will be located in the pelvic area, below the level of the umbilicus. Therefore, if the girl's father scolds her again, he will immediately retaliate:

Not pregnant! Where is the pregnancy? At least, such a big belly is not caused by pregnancy!

Making sure you're not pregnant doesn't solve the problem. Grete continued to check, and found that the right side of the tumor reached the front axillary line, and the left side... reached the mid-clavicular line... This was a bit extreme! After a little push, there is no mobility, tsk, it’s a bit troublesome...

Gretel glanced at the medical record beside him, and then returned his attention to the patient. Serila followed his gaze, her eyes lit up, and she waved, and a breeze blew out, rolling the paper and pen into her hand:

"Grete, tell me, I'll remember it!"

"Don't make trouble!"

Grete drank lightly. Writing medical records is never that easy. Even interns who have studied medicine for several years will be scolded by their teachers the first time they take dictation of medical records. You know absolutely nothing about medicine, how do you write this?

——Also, put down my [Endless Ink Pen]!

That's the light source of X-rays! Will need it soon!

"Let me write it!"

Cerela pouted dissatisfiedly. She knew the importance and did not reach out to grab Gretel's arm, but several small colorful light balls popped up and floated up and down not far in front of him to express her dissatisfaction. Grete looked at her helplessly:

"Okay, okay, I want you to write - come on, start. The whole abdomen is distended, and the shape does not change significantly when you move the body -"

"What's the word for bulge?"

"You are empty first. No gastrointestinal pattern or peristaltic waves are seen, the right lower abdominal muscle is tense, and McFarland point tenderness——"

"Wait wait! What and what?"

"...Look, I'll write it."

Cerela directly stuck the medical record on his face.

Well, considering Miss Silver Dragon's strength, this paste is already very gentle.

Grete shook his head, shook down the medical record book, and continued palpation. Well, there is no palpable abnormality in the right adnexal area, and a cystic mass half the size of a palm can be palpated in the left adnexal area, with poor movement and no tenderness. Another trouble, tsk, and he is not good at gynecology.

For surgeries, we always ask gynecologists to come down for consultation!

There is a clinical joke that a general surgeon, a urologist, and a gynecologist collaborate to perform an operation. The general surgeon pulled the intestines and prayed not to damage the ureters and fallopian tubes;

The urologist freed the ureter while praying not to damage the intestines and fallopian tubes;

While the gynecologist was loosening adhesion adhesions, he prayed not to damage the intestines and ureters...

Every other line is like a mountain, that's how sad it is.

Grete murmured softly and slid the [Endless Ink Pen] under the patient's body. Well, seeing that there is no intestinal obstruction in the intestines, but there is so much pain and screams, the first thing to consider is appendicitis. Also, what is the huge mass on the right abdomen?

Grete pondered and moved the [Endless Ink Pen] upwards. His pupils shrank instantly:

Inside the mass on the patient's right abdomen, he saw calcification points that shouldn't exist at this location!

Okay, it looks like the B-ultrasound is about to start. Grete quickly finished the abdominal X-ray, took out a small bottle of treasure, and applied ultrasound coupling agent - which is actually glycerin - to the patient's abdomen. Well, it’s cheap, energy-producing, widely used, and can be used to synthesize a variety of useful things…

Even if this thing is used for B-ultrasound, and its accuracy is far inferior to the water-based couplant in the previous life, it still does not prevent Grete from carrying a large bottle with him.

Gretel formed his fingers into claws and placed the tips of his five fingers on the patient's abdomen. He closed his eyes and concentrated, activating the B-ultrasound magic. In an instant, Cerela's eyes lit up. She stretched her head, and her long pointed elf ears spread out in a circle, revealing a round of sharp thorns and a translucent membrane stretched by the thorns:

"What sound? What are you doing making this sound?"

She even tried to touch Gretel's fingers. Gretel slapped her away:

"Stop making trouble! It's time to check!"

The size and echo of the right appendage were normal; the echo of a cystic light group was seen in the left appendage. The size... The feedback from the meditation field of vision was about larger than half of his hand, that is, 6cm to 5cm, and the internal fluid was thick. Right upper quadrant...

As his fingers moved little by little, Gretel's expression became serious little by little:

"There are cystic light group echoes in the right upper quadrant that reach up to the subcostal area, down to the level of the umbilicus, from the right side to the front axillary line, and from the left side to the left midclavicular line... There are separations, and the internal fluid is clear... The liquid level can be seen, and there is strong reflection. Sound and light group!!!”

"How is it? Is she pregnant?"

Serira leaned her head again, and if it weren't for the thorns on the helix, her chin would almost be on Gretel's shoulder. Grete frowned slightly and said nothing:

Pregnancy is definitely not pregnancy, but...

Suddenly there was a noise outside the door. A dry, hoarse male voice that had no resemblance to the female patient’s father shouted from a distance:

"Child! My child! Give me that child!"

Cerira pressed the floor and jumped up. After a moment, she pinched a thin, dry necromancer dressed in black and came in:

"Is that child yours?"

"It's a ghost baby! I raised it! Of course it's mine!"