Chapter 402: No One Can Compete with Me for the Right to Perform Surgery!

Grete's hand paused while doing the B-ultrasound.

What?

What is a ghost baby?

What the hell is training and growing up?

He has examined everything and is about to come to a conclusion. Now tell him that it is a ghost baby cultivated by a necromancer?

Gretel wanted to turn around and ask, but when his hand moved, he still stopped. The B-ultrasound has been completed halfway, so it is better to finish it. Being distracted halfway will affect the accuracy of the examination.

Well, the liver is somewhat displaced, the intrahepatic bile ducts are dilated, the gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas are all fine, the appendix is ​​swollen, and there is no intestinal obstruction...

As for the necromancer, you can ask at any time - well, Bernard has already brought in the patient's family members who have finished calming down...

"You are the one who harmed my daughter? - Go to hell!"

The middle-aged man was covered in water and rushed forward dripping wet. If Bernard hadn't grabbed him in time, there was a high probability that the two of them would have twisted together and fought...

The necromancer who survived was confident. He struggled in the hands of the silver dragon girl, raised his chin with all his strength, and raised a proud posture:

"Who harmed her? - Three years ago, when her mother was ill, you begged me to treat her. What did you promise me? Ask her to do something for me, anything. Is that what you promised?"

"But you didn't say you were raising ghost babies!"

"Nonsense, if it's not for the ghost baby, why should I help you? Besides, I didn't put the ghost baby in, she was already pregnant!"

"Ahem——" Gretel finally finished checking and turned to join the discussion:

"Excuse me. Sorry, I was busy just now and didn't have time to introduce myself. My name is Gretel Nordmark. What is your name?"

"Mage Nordmark?" The Necromancer's eyes lit up. He struggled to get up hastily:

""On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Outbreaks of Dysentery"? "Study on Several Epidemic Pathogenic Bacteria"?"

Is there anyone here who has read my paper? Grete was a little surprised and nodded quickly. Sure enough, it was easier to communicate with the research department. In just a few words, he asked what the other party had done:

Using special techniques, he cultivated the ghost baby in the woman's body and used it as a container for the dead soul in his hands. ——The reason why ghost babies are used is because living babies have their own souls and are mutually exclusive with dead souls...

"It's hard to find women who are pregnant with ghost babies! I've been looking for ten years, and I finally found three. The first two possessions failed. The ghost babies that were cultivated were just a ball of flesh and no bones, so they couldn't be used at all. …”

"You mean, she was pregnant with a ghost baby?"

"Of course! I can't make something out of nothing!"

Grete silently lit a candle for him. It's already there, but it's just accelerated by magic, so that the front and back are aligned. Isn't it just a teratoma? The incidence rate of this thing is indeed not high. With the population density of the Black Gate Peninsula, this guy can find three in ten years. He is very lucky...

But, brother, what method did you use to make the teratoma grow to such a big size? Generally speaking, a diameter of 4-5 cm is already very large, and a diameter of 10 cm is very rare in clinical practice!

"You're talking nonsense!" the middle-aged man roared on the other side: "You must have killed my daughter!"

"She's not pregnant with this thing, so why should I find her?"

"Couldn't it be that you used magic to put it in?"

Gretel sighed. He turned to face the girl's father:

"No matter what the situation is, we have to solve the problem first. Your daughter has such a stomachache, can I treat her first?"

"What do you want?" The middle-aged man looked at him warily. Gretel tried his best to show a friendly smile:

"We have no ill intentions, we just want to help your daughter. - You see, I am a servant of the God of Nature, and this lady is an elf. How could we harm your daughter?"

The reputations of nature god priests and elves are obviously much better than those of necromancers. The guard on the man's face became slightly less alert:

"What are you going to do?"

Gretel thought for a while, and first condensed a ball of healing power, which penetrated into the girl's body. He is getting lazier now and doesn't want to have surgery when treatment can be used. Well, minimally invasive is the trend, so treatment is even more of a trend, isn’t it?

Under the guidance of B-ultrasound, the treatment successfully reached the appendix. Seeing that the swollen appendix was getting smaller and smaller, and the girl's pale face had recovered a little, Gretel clapped his hands:

"If it was just a problem of abdominal pain, then it would have been solved now. But this ghost baby——"

He turned to the Necromancer:

"When it's grown, how do you get it out?"

The necromancer made a disembowelment gesture.

"I kill you!"

Bernard quietly let go. The middle-aged man swooped forward, passed over Cerela who was deliberately late to dodge, and blasted the Necromancer with a hammer. The hacked necromancer received several heavy blows before he propped up his mage armor and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands:

"Don't fight, don't fight! - I brought holy water! I brought more than one bottle! I won't let her die!"

Gretel stood watching with his arms folded. Not telling the truth beforehand, and even coaxing and lying to make the girl's stomach bigger. This kind of behavior is definitely worthy of a beating. If it were a previous life, it would have taken more than one beating. Refer to the surgeon who carved "SB" on the patient's liver...

Anyway, the armor was hung up, and letting him get hammered would be conducive to the subsequent communication. Seeing that the middle-aged man's arms were swinging slower and slower, and the outer edges of his fists were a little red, he pretended to stop him:

"Sir, please calm down first... things have to be resolved, right? Your daughter is a beautiful girl, and she shouldn't have to endure this. As healers, we hope to help her solve her troubles as safely as possible..."

Cerela hid behind him, blinked her eyes, and quietly cast a soothing spell.

The middle-aged man finally became quiet. He stared at his daughter steadily, looking from her pale face to her bulging belly, and then from her belly to her face. After a long time, he suddenly squatted on the spot, hugged his head and started crying.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man picked up his daughter with his own hands and placed the floating saucer released by Grete. He reluctantly stood at the door of the wooden house, watching the two invisible servants carrying his daughter into the [refuge cabin] released by Miss Silver Dragon. The hemisphere created by magic fluctuated slightly, and the figure disappeared inside, never to be seen again.

Grete, Cerela, Bernard, and the necromancer filed in.

"This, the ghost baby I gave birth to, should I handle it?"

"I'm afraid not." Gretel sighed deeply. If it were an ordinary ovarian teratoma, he might still be able to trust the Necromancer's surgical skills. But now this...

"This thing has grown on the liver. I checked just now and found that the liver has been compressed and deformed by it. The risk of surgery is very high, and the possibility of massive bleeding is high. I will be the one to perform this surgery."

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