Chapter 560 The Dinner I Couldn’t Eat

Grete stared at the electrocardiogram intently.

The P wave widens and the PR segment shortens. In lead V1, the P wave is positive at first, and then a deep and wide negative wave appears...left atrial hypertrophy.

Right atrium...the right atrium is normal.

The left ventricle was hypertrophic and the right ventricle was normal.

No myocardial ischemia or myocardial damage was found.

very good.

really good.

Gretel let out a long sigh of relief, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face. Observation is just observation. With electrocardiogram testing, he can be more certain:

The right atrium and right ventricle are normal, indicating that pulmonary hypertension has not yet appeared. Or, at most, it is just early stage dynamic pulmonary hypertension without irreversible pathological changes.

Everything is too late, if you treat it now, the prognosis will be very good!

Let little Avril stare at the cloud screen, occasionally timidly reaching out to touch it, and then quickly retracting her fingertips when the cloud screen flashes. Grete stood up calmly and waved to Aunt Eileen:

"Aunt Eileen, I have something very important to tell you..."

Three minutes later, Aunt Eileen stood outside the house, looking back at her daughter in the house from time to time, her face uncertain.

Can it really be cured?

Can her daughter, who was born frail and sick, really be cured?

So many high-level healers, so many big figures, the bald bishop of the God of War Temple, Elder Erwin of the Natural God Church, have all seen it, and they all said that there is no cure... Can Gretel cure it? Can Gretel really be cured?

"Little Gretel..." Her voice trembled, she said a few words, then paused:

"Auntie knows you have good intentions. You want to comfort auntie and make auntie happy...can you really cure it? You...what level are you at now? Have you surpassed the bishop? Have you surpassed the elder?"

"..."

Gretel didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But it is normal to think about it. In this world, ordinary people who do not understand medicine can naturally only rely on the priest level to judge the level of treatment. Otherwise, what else can we expect in a world with a literacy rate of less than 5%?

A high level has strong healing skills and can cure serious illnesses and serious injuries. A low level has weak healing skills and can only cure minor illnesses and injuries. Nothing wrong. Even in modern times, the public generally thinks that the director is better than the deputy director, and the deputy director is better than the chief...

So how to convince her? How to make her believe that she really has a way to safely cure little Avril?

Gretel only thought for a moment before making up his mind. He smiled slightly and held Aunt Eileen's hands sincerely:

"Aunt, I'm not going to lie to you, I can really do it. I can explain the specific treatment methods to you in detail... Or, I invite the teacher and the bishop to come over, explain it to them, and let them prove it for me?"

Aunt Eileen's eyes lit up. Soon she shivered again, grabbed the edge of the apron, and kept rubbing:

"This...isn't this not good? It's too troublesome for them..."

Those are all big shots!

The bishop of the Temple of the God of War is a strong man that they can only look up to and bow to from a distance. He is also the last guarantee of a soldier's life when going to the battlefield;

Although Elder Erwin is approachable and very talkative, he is not someone who can be dragged around casually! Even if this elder is Gretel's teacher, some favors should be reserved for critical moments!

"What's wrong?" Grete raised his head, full of confidence:

"When I came back this time, I was going to visit them. I asked them to help me make a certificate. It's a piece of cake!"

Aunt Eileen's fingers finally relaxed a little more tightly on her apron. Obviously, the little Gretel she watched growing up did not reassure her as much as the elders and bishops she had always looked up to. It would be great if those big names could prove it...

Gretel pretended not to notice this. He smiled and shouted at the middle-aged woman:

"Aunt Eileen, what's for dinner? - I want to drink the broth you cooked! What I miss most in Nevis is my aunt's craftsmanship!"

"Okay, okay, broth, there must be broth!" Aunt Eileen agreed. Grete asked for this and that just like she did when she was a child, but it made her relax, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes relaxed with a smile:

"You sit at home, I'll buy some bones -"

"Bernard, you go shopping with Aunt Eileen!" Grete took out a small purse and put it directly into the barbarian's hand:

"Aunt Eileen, ask him to help you carry things. Bernard eats a lot! If he doesn't go, you can't carry it alone! I'll go to the hospital and take care of Apa. Aunt, please wait. Me! I’ll be back for dinner tonight!”

He took Cerila, who rode Appa, who had shrunk by more than half, and ran directly to the hospital. Leave Appa to the priests of the God of Nature and ask them to take him into the wild and let him run around. Well, by the way, I can help you send a message to the teacher and make an appointment...

It would be too much trouble for him to find the teacher by himself! Although Heartland City is small, it has a radius of a hundred miles, and there are dozens of scattered villages!

Heartland City is not large, and it is only a dozen minutes away from Aunt Eileen's house to the hospital. Gretel entrusted Appa to Pastor Joanna, and simply sent Appa outside the city with her, watching him run away happily:

"Appa! Have fun! I'll come out of town to find you when I'm done!"

"Eh~~~"

The Silver Moon Deer roared loudly, and the smoke and dust billowed, disappearing in an instant. The falcon raised by Joanna spread its wings and hovered lightly above its head, constantly using its calls to guide it in the direction. After a moment, he tightened his wings again, swooped down and landed on its horn...

The animal companions of the priest of the God of Nature naturally have the ability to communicate, and it seems that the communication between the priest and the animals is smoother.

Joanna and Grete stood side by side, watching them disappear into the forest. Then, the female priest half turned around, with red marks on her face, and slapped Grete hard on the shoulder:

"Little guy, you still know how to come back! You have been missing this treatment center for several years, and we have been looking after it for you! - Tell me, what have you done in these years? When will you come to give lectures again?"

"Sister Joanna..." Grete screamed, and her whole body was tilted half way by her. He had no choice but to apologize with a smile:

"Come as soon as I finish settling in! I just came back today. I always go to Aunt Eileen's house for dinner... I have to pay a visit to the teacher and the bishop, and then I will come back! I must come back!"

Unfortunately, Gretel was unable to eat the dinner at Aunt Eileen's house.

When he returned, the door of Aunt Eileen's house was already crowded. There were two full rows of guards, and two knights stood on the left and right outside the door of the hut. When they saw him, his eyes lit up and he walked over quickly:

"Mage Nordmark, under the orders of the city lord's palace, we invite you to the banquet!"

Aunt Eileen hugged her daughter, and Uncle Karen stood with his two sons beside him, their smiles a little forced. At the entrance of the alley not far away, the passage that could barely accommodate two horses walking side by side was completely occupied by a luxurious carriage with gold embedded in the wall.

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