Chapter 548 The Life and Death of the Glorious Sister

This girl might be happier dead than alive.

——This thought was just a flash in Gretel's mind. He kept working, continuing to check and prepare for rescue:

In terms of medical ethics, the target of giving up treatment must be an incurable and dying patient. The girl in front of me has not reached this point. To say the least, even if we have reached this point——

The decision to forego treatment can only be made by the patient. Even if the patient loses consciousness, only family members, never doctors, can make decisions. As a doctor, you can only assume that the patient wants to live, never assume that the patient wants to die.

"Besides sucking blood, what else have you done?" Gretel asked in a deep voice without stopping. Well, the patient is in coma, with pale, clammy skin, shallow and fast breathing, fast heart rate, and obvious symptoms of hemorrhagic shock:

"How much blood did you drink?"

"Not much..." Viscount Sebesh's eyes flickered: "I didn't want her to die... We can only control it ourselves, we just want her to lie down for two more days... At most, at most, I was too angry and sucked a little more …”

Grete wanted to sneer at him. He still endured it, and with quick hands and feet, he opened an intravenous channel and hung up a bag of Ringer's solution to replenish blood volume. Turning his head, he saw that Viscount Sebesh was still standing still, and his expression instantly darkened:

"Go call someone! Call more humans! She needs a blood transfusion! With enough humans, I can find a donor with the right blood type! Hurry! At least 20 people!"

Viscount Sebesh ran out.

Grete let out a long sigh. He threw out an electrocardiogram magic, stared at the waveform on the cloud screen for a few times, and continued to improve the examination:

The pupils on both sides are equal in size and round, and the light reflex is present, which is very good;

There are no obvious wounds on the body surface of the limbs, which is very good;

There is a wet tooth mark on the neck, which is no longer bleeding. It seems that the legend is true, and the vampires do have the power to heal blood vessels quickly;

Retarded capillary refill...

It seemed, apart from being sucked a lot of blood, there were no particularly obvious injuries. As for whether there are other injuries to the chest and abdomen, it is best to wait until Viscount Sebesh comes back before continuing the examination.

Grete let out a long sigh, sat on the edge of the bed, and watched Ringer's solution slide rapidly into the patient's blood vessels. After thinking about it, I took another treatment.

Alas, the treatment technique is just life-threatening and has no effect of replenishing blood. I have to find someone quickly to transfuse blood...

Grete stared at the glass bottle, doing quick mental calculations. The amount of blood loss, fluid replenishment, and blood transfusion... There are no conditions for red blood cell transfusion here. Only whole blood can be transfused, and the input amount must be adjusted...

"...Why do you want to save me..."

A woman's voice sounded softly. Grete turned his head and saw that the blood slave's eyes were slightly open, and he turned his face with difficulty to stare at him. His face was pale, his voice was low, and only two flames were burning in his dark eyes:

"Why...don't you let me die..."

Why?

Because I'm a doctor.

Because someone asked me to save you.

Because the vampires are our allies...

Gretel could not utter a single word of these words. The woman closed her eyes and gasped for a moment, then suddenly pulled out the injection needle from her wrist, stood up as hard as she could, and poked Grete in the eye——

"!!!"

She lost too much blood and her movements were not very agile. Gretel dodged with a little concession. He was frightened and angry, so he rushed towards the woman and pushed her onto the bed:

"what are you doing!"

"What did she do?"

Footsteps approached the door quickly. The intensity of her struggle softened, and the woman lay back on the pillow, returning to her previous silent and motionless appearance, like a puppet. Gretel sighed secretly and did not look back:

"It's okay, she didn't know I was trying to save her, so I pulled out the needle. I put it back in for her -"

"oh."

Viscount Sebesh responded without any suspicion. He watched Grete busy, reinserting the needle, re-infusing, and re-fixing the needle. After everything was done, he waved to him:

"I've called the people here. Take a look and see which people are sharing~~~ They are all blood slaves. You can draw blood at will, no problem!"

Grete obtained his consent and carefully inspected the young woman's torso. No possibility of internal rupture was found, so she hurried out for a blood test. Viscount Sebesh sat down on the bedside, caressed the blood slave's cold cheek, and sighed softly:

"Okay, Teresa, be obedient and I will never suck so much blood from you again. That Yulia is not a good person, her blood slave. When you meet her, just walk away and don't speak..."

Teresa stared up at the top of the bed in a daze, her face stiff, she said nothing, and she only shivered occasionally. Viscount Sebesh coaxed, persuaded, and comforted. After talking for a while, he stepped aside and asked Grete to come over for blood transfusion:

"Is this okay?"

"That's it."

"Is this going to make everything okay?"

"never mind."

"Do you need more blood transfusion?"

"No need. Her blood pressure has already risen. Let her rest, rest, and pay attention to nutritional supplements. Within two months, she can no longer suck blood under any circumstances..."

Grete completed the work mechanically, packed up the tools mechanically, gave the doctor's orders mechanically, got up and left. This treatment was really unpleasant. Both the person who requested it and the person being treated were heartbroken. Never want to come again...

As soon as he left, Viscount Sebesh went off to enjoy himself. Theresa was the only one lying quietly on the bed, her expression indifferent, her nails dug deeply into her palms.

She was originally the daughter of a minor noble in the Kingdom of the Rhine. She was discovered to have talent while receiving education in a monastery and was trained into a holy nun of radiance. However, just after completing the sacrament, the monastery was breached, and she, along with many sisters, were kidnapped and resold...

During the long period of wandering, the sisters dispersed and disappeared one after another, and she became the blood slave of a blood viscount. It seems like a pampered life, but it is also a hell that is worse than death.

The Lord of Glory told them that life is a gift from God, and suicide is a great sin...

He was brought from the territory of the vampires to the Kingdom of Kent, and after traveling thousands of miles, he set foot on the territory of the evil magicians. Several attempts to escape were made, several failed. The master warned her that if she escaped again, she would become a low-level blood servant, and she would go to hell!

Theresa boldly took the initiative to approach another blood slave of the vampire clan, hoping to provoke a conflict between her master and Miss Yulia. As a result, except that his blood was almost sucked dry, there was no result. And she herself was rescued...

Don't be discouraged!

Find another chance and do it again!

Teresa encouraged herself secretly. It is said that these vampires, orcs, barbarians, dwarves, and evil magicians are plotting against the Glorious Holy See?

There must be a conflict between them. As long as that point can be found and exposed, this evil alliance will definitely fall apart!

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