Chapter 616 Outside the Obstetrics and Gynecology Building, There Are All Kinds of Things in the World

With the informed consent work streamlined, subsequent diagnosis and treatment will indeed be much more convenient. Grete was able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, visit the mothers one by one, and teach the midwives one by one:

"By listening to the fetal heartbeat, you can roughly determine the fetal position... Don't have a stethoscope? You can use a wooden tube, a copper tube, or even a blowtorch. A hollow tube can hear you more clearly than sticking it directly..."

"The fetal heart beats more than 160 times per minute, or less than 120 times, it is abnormal... I don't know what a minute is? No pocket watch, no watch?" Well, this is indeed a problem...

Today's watches have always been luxury goods. The cheapest pocket watch on the market, an egg-shaped one that can barely be held in one hand, starts at 100 gold coins. No one can afford it except magicians, nobles, and businessmen.

With Grete's financial resources, he could not afford to equip these midwives with pocket watches. Even if it can be afforded, there will be no benefit except an increase in robbery and murder cases.

"...Well, you can use your own pulse to estimate." In desperation, he could only give an alternative plan:

"It is abnormal if your pulse is less than twice or more than three times..."

Provide education, popularize examinations, respond to emergencies, and guide cesarean sections. Fortunately, only thirty women were admitted at one time, and only a handful met the indications for cesarean section. Even so, Gretel was very busy:

"Take in fewer people next time!" He came out of the operating room and leaned against the wall to wipe his sweat:

"Tell those midwives that next time, there will only be one spot for each person!"

Joanna forced a smile at him. This female pastor took on the vast majority of the workload and was several times busier than Grete. She was too tired to speak at the moment:

After delivering the baby, the work is only half done. Next, I have to write medical records, write operation records, and maybe draw anatomical diagrams, prepare to collect information and publish papers, and if possible, help Gretel write a book...

Her hair was soaked and stuck to her forehead, and the hand washing clothes she wore were all soaked with sweat. It seems that they are almost the same as the images of doctors in previous lives.

After closing her eyes and resting for a long time, Joanna turned in, took the child out, took her to the ward, and placed her next to her mother's pillow. By the way, I checked a circle of pregnant women who had given birth safely and determined that three of them were ready for discharge:

"Who is responsible for these three? Inform their families and take them back!"

At the command, the midwives stumbled out to call for help. Soon, three groups of people came outside Oak Grove Hospital:

The first group was the manager of the workhouse, a middle-aged gentleman with a prominent chest and belly. His white shirt stuck out from his frayed tuxedo. Behind him, a fat middle-aged woman followed step by step, driving two dark and thin old women.

The fat woman quickly walked in, picked up the child with her own hands, and bowed to the middle-aged gentleman. Then he shouted to two old women:

"Hold the person up! Hold him up and take him away! How can he be so ignorant and cause trouble to Master Mage! Oh, Master Mage, thank you for your hard work!"

Grete nodded slightly with a straight face. Pastor Joanna scolded from the side:

"Bring a car next time! Look at her like this, does she look like she can walk?!"

"Yes, yes! Yes, yes! I must bring a car next time!" The middle-aged gentleman did not refute, but bowed repeatedly. Gretel watched them walk out of the hospital door and sighed slightly:

The person survived, but the future of the mother and child in the workhouse can only be imagined. The weak mother could not even sit on a cart...

There will be no carriage for the next woman to give birth. However, the husband who came to pick her up picked her up without hesitation and did not let her go to the ground. As he walked, he tried to turn his head sideways and asked cautiously:

"Does it hurt to carry you like this? Do you want to come over and hug me?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's okay...don't be too tired, I can come down and walk..."

"No, look at your pale face, you'd better lie down. Can I lift you up a little? This way you don't have to use any strength when you hold my neck..."

"Um……"

"Thanks to Master Mage, I saved a silver coin this time. I'll cook you something delicious when I go back. Do you want to eat fish or a chicken drumstick?"

"No, it's not easy for you to make money... I can eat enough these days, which is already good. You can buy two more loaves to eat..."

The couple were leaning cheek to cheek, whispering. Next to her husband, there was a half-year-old little girl who looked like their eldest daughter. She was holding her younger sister's baby clothes and walking beside her. She looked up at her parents with eyes full of attachment and smiles.

Gretel stood on the steps and watched them go away, and smiled unconsciously. Not long after he finished laughing, he turned to the third family, and his mood suddenly turned bad again:

The third family is considered the one with the best conditions. At the very least, they have a truck to pick them up. The mother was lying half-lying in the car, hugging her baby with a cowering face, enduring her husband's furious curses like a storm:

"Why did you give birth to a loser again! A useless thing!"

"I spent five silver coins to marry you! I provided you with food and drink, but I couldn't even give birth to a son! I bought a chicken and it can still lay eggs!"

Gretel really wanted to tell him that whether a boy or a girl is determined by the DNA of the sperm has nothing to do with the egg. Thinking about it, he smiled bitterly: I don’t even know where the DNA is, so what can I tell you about it?

The only thing he could do was to raise his voice and call Bernard:

"Kick them out! My wife worked so hard to give birth to a child. She doesn't even say a word of sympathy. She only knows how to curse people, beasts! They've dirty my land! Kick them out. Don't let this man come in next time!"

With an order, two barbarian security guards stepped forward, one of them lifted one end of the cart and carried it directly out of the hospital gate. The third one opened his big palm, grabbed the man's shoulder, carried him out of the hospital like a chicken, and swung him out:

"Get out! Master Mage said that you are not allowed to come in in the future!"

Suppressed by absolute force, the husband did not dare to say a word, picked up the cart and walked away in despair. Grete sighed and turned to the obstetrics building:

Who are these people!

What a terrible thing!

He walked through the outpatient building, turned a big bend along the wall, and walked towards the obstetrics building. Before entering the door, there was a sudden scream outside the wall. Painful, weak, fearful:

"I didn't! I didn't!"

What happened?

Gretel listened. The woman's scream seemed a bit familiar, mixed with the man's roar. The voice was angry and low, but despite the volume, I couldn't hear it clearly.

Grete looked up at the high wall, sighed, cast a flying spell on himself, and soared into the sky. Standing in the air, looking down, I saw the man who had just pulled the mother away, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her with all his strength:

"Tell me! Have you ever been touched by a man! Tell the truth!!!"

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