Chapter 620 A Child that Is Difficult to Keep

Gretel dealt with the Earl of Argyll.

This is one of the most powerful lords in the local area. He is deeply rooted and has strong personal force. He is a level 15 knight. He has a strong body and a loud voice. When he strides over, the mountains shake and the earth shakes, just like a bear.

Gretel met him at the same meeting to promote cowpox. The earl walked in so aggressively that he shouted angrily, and the heavy long table was about to be overturned by him——

In fact, it was a good intention, and he came to warn them that someone was doing something secretly. But with that look, people who didn't know it would really think that he would beat Gretel up.

This person's face must be given, and this favor must be received. Grete got into the carriage, and Bernard followed behind on Appa, meandering away——

The Silver Moon Deer was very dissatisfied when it failed to wait for Grete to ride, and nudged him several times with its nose.

The carriage rumbled into the mansion. Gretel quickly walked up to the second floor following the leading knight, and stepped into a large room. He saw the Earl of Argyll standing there, his thick eyebrows furrowed. The whole person's aura was quite gloomy, as if shrouded in an invisible cloud.

The room was divided into inside and outside by a curtain. There were shadowy figures moving inside, and a woman's clear voice spoke softly. There were healers sitting around on the sofa outside. Grete glanced at them casually, okay, basically they are all acquaintances.

The Temple of the God of War, the Temple of the God of Nature, and the Temple of the Goddess of Spring, all priests from the three sects were present, plus two medical magicians. The golden threads on the chest, cuffs, and belts flashed, and it was obvious at a glance that the leader was at least level 10 or above.

This level is even more luxurious than the lineup of the viscount's family last time - the family of the child with congenital anal atresia. To this extent, it seems that the female concubine of the Earl's family is really in trouble...

Gretel secretly speculated and walked towards Earl of Argyle. The count had strode over, shook hands with him briefly, and nodded solemnly:

"My daughter lost her husband two months ago and returned to her parents' home to recuperate. These days, her condition is getting worse and worse, so I can only ask you to come and take a look. Please save her - preferably, you can save her child at the same time. .”

After saying this, he raised his hand, and a servant girl immediately turned around, curtsied to Gretel, and led him towards the curtain. Passing by the sofa area on the way, seven or eight healers were whispering to each other and discussing non-stop:

"I feel something is wrong. The life breath in her body is very weak, she does not look like a strong child."

"Maybe it's just that the mother's body is weak?"

"I feel something dark, am I cursed?"

This...curse or something, I don't understand! This is not a situation I can handle...

Grete nodded to them and followed the servant woman behind the curtain, seeing a pregnant woman in her twenties lying on the bed. His face was pale and swollen, and his palms exposed outside the quilt were white and transparent, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands could be easily seen.

Accompanying her was a priestess from the Spring Water Temple, holding her hand and speaking softly, constantly comforting her. White light would rise from the fingertips from time to time, and stars would fall on the pregnant woman's body. Every time it fell, the pregnant woman's complexion would get slightly better.

Grete frowned slightly. Divine magic has immediate effects, but it can really damage your vitality. According to Grete's understanding, this is probably caused by promoting the body's metabolism, promoting rapid healing, and consuming a large amount of nutrients.

The patient is already weak, but he keeps pouring magical magic on her. Isn't this drinking poison to quench her thirst?

He followed the maid to the bed and sat down. He looked kindly and spoke softly:

"Hello, madam, I am Pastor Grete Nordmark. I was invited by your father to treat you. How many months are you pregnant now? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Caroline Argyle Wormet." The pregnant woman on the bed replied angrily. He paused for a moment, gasped twice, closed his eyes again to relax for a while, struggled and nodded to the Priestess beside him:

"Say..."

"Ms. Caroline is five months pregnant." Priestess shook her hand and whispered:

"She has been in poor health since she lost her husband two months ago and has been grieving excessively. The fetus is often unstable, and it has become more serious recently. She has been bedridden for half a month."

In the fifth month of pregnancy, the fetus was unstable and she stayed in bed for a long time. Grete briefly thought about it in his heart:

"Can you lift the quilt and let me see her belly?"

"Isn't this... inconvenient? Can't you feel her breath of life?"

I really can't feel it. Gretel was the weakest in this aspect, so much so that Elder Erwin once joked that even a piece of wood was better than him - the wood could still feel the sun, rain and dew. He shook his head slightly:

"In that case, would you please stretch your arm, ma'am, and let me measure your blood pressure?"

The blood pressure is 140/88 and the heart rate is 77, which is still within the normal range. But neither the Priestess nor the pregnant woman refused to do the next examination. Gretel had to turn around and take out a stethoscope:

"In this case, I will turn my back to her and not look at anything. Please put this disk on her lower abdomen, around her navel, and move it slowly. I will tell you to stop - is that okay?"

Priestess reluctantly agreed. Gretel turned his back to the bed, closed his eyes, and concentrated on listening. Soon he frowned:

"Ma'am, did you put the disk in the right place?"

"Of course!"

Priestess answered without hesitation. Gretel turned his back to her and shook his head:

"No, no. What I heard was bowel sounds, and they were very clear and normal bowel sounds. With this lady's weakness, the bowel sounds shouldn't be like this - do you want to test me? , so you put it on yourself?"

From an angle that he couldn't see, Priestess silently raised her thumb and gestured to the pregnant woman:

"He's really quite capable..."

The stethoscope chest piece was picked up and put down. This time, it was finally in the right place. Gretel closed her eyes and directed Priestess to place the stethoscope around the pregnant woman's navel, move it slowly, and listen carefully:

"The fetal heart rate is very weak... Five months pregnant, the fetal heart rate shouldn't be like this... Can you let me touch my belly? I can cover my eyes, but my hands must touch the skin directly..."

"No! No!"

Lady Caroline yelled vehemently. After screaming a few times, his face turned pale, and he bent down to vomit again. The Priestess quickly stroked her chest and patted her back, while the servants carried copper basins, poured hot water, and took towels, making a mess:

"Miss! Miss, don't get excited! Miss! - get out! Miss is bleeding!"

Gretel was pushed directly outside the curtain. With his back to the curtain, he silently speculated:

It has been five months. The mother is weak, still vomiting and bleeding. It is very difficult to save the child... I will have to find a way to do a B-ultrasound later...

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