Chapter 622: Give You a Building and Help Me Keep that Child!

In front of the hospital bed, Gretel's expression became more and more solemn. He endured silence, closed his eyes and moved his fingertips, exploring other parts of his abdomen bit by bit:

Uterus outline.

placenta.

amniotic cavity.

fetus……

A 5-month-old fetus should already be 20 to 25 centimeters long, 16 centimeters long from crown to hip, and weigh about 320 grams. However, Grete looked left and right, and based on his experience of conducting B-ultrasound examinations on so many fetuses, he felt that this child was too small.

Moreover, part of the uterus is fetal membranes and amniotic fluid, while the placenta, which is not a small part, has uneven and dense echoes. Judging from the image, the stars are dotted like falling snow.

...hydatidiform mole.

To be more precise, it is a partial mole.

If it is a complete mole, there is no gestational sac in the uterus, or there is no fetal heartbeat. Then, the experienced healers who came before, relying on their induction, would directly say "there is no breath of life";

In partial hydatidiform mole, the fetus is still present. Even now, he is still alive, alive...

Gretel lowered his hands sadly. He turned his back to the pregnant woman and looked at the Earl of Argyll:

"Shall we go out and talk?"

With this simple sentence, he clearly saw the clouds in Earl Argyle's eyes, which instantly deepened.

The Earl didn't ask any questions, but leaned towards the hospital bed. Gretel heard a slight rustling sound, as if the father was pulling the blanket over his daughter and gently stroking her hair:

"It's okay. Dad will go out and talk to the pastor. You have a good rest... Don't worry, it will be fine..."

After a few words of comfort, he took Gretel with him and strode out of the inner room. Without stopping, he walked through the outer room and walked to the opposite window. After making sure that no one inside the curtain could hear anything, he turned to face Gretel and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"The situation is very bad." Grete thought, organized his words, and explained carefully in words that people here can understand:

"As you can see, there are some small bubbles in the blood discharged by Ms. Caroline. In fact, I saw many such bubbles in her uterus, accounting for a large part of the volume."

He released [Silent Phantom], sketched out the scene in the womb, pointed at the image in the sky and tried to explain:

"If it is a normal pregnancy, inside the uterus, the fetus is wrapped in the amniotic cavity and filled with amniotic fluid. Outside the amniotic fluid is the uterine wall. But now, inside the uterine wall-"

He hooked his fingers, then hooked them again. With the movements of the fingertips, the [Silent Phantom] quietly changed, the amniotic cavity shrank, and there were many more blister-like entities between it and the palace wall:

"These things squeeze the amniotic cavity, suck nutrients away from the pregnant woman, and hinder the development of the fetus. In fact, it is almost impossible for a fetus with such symptoms to be kept to term."

The Earl of Argyll listened in silence. When Gretel said "I've finished", he didn't say anything. He just stared at the phantom in the sky, clenching and unclenching his palms, and then clenching them again.

One step away, Gretel heard a slight "crackling" sound from the knuckles of the great knight's fingers, and there was faint wind and thunder surging between his fingers.

Hey, just see a doctor. I don’t want to hit anyone. Gretel subconsciously took a step back, reached into his breast pocket, and tightened his grip on the [Endless Ink Pen]:

After becoming an intermediate magician, he has been able to activate the [Force Field Barrier] magic on his own. Of course, Gretel was still not sure whether the force field barrier could withstand a blow from a level 15 knight. Maybe, prepare the teleportation magic?

Fortunately the Earl of Argyll had no intention of throwing a punch. He restrained his emotions for a while, took a long breath, and nodded politely to Gretel:

"Master Nordmark, thank you for your diagnosis. But you know, Caroline is my daughter after all, and it is very important. Could you please tell other healers about this situation? I would like to hear it. Their opinion?”

"sure!"

Grete agreed without hesitation. For a consultation, it’s normal to want to hear what the doctor you trust has to say. As long as you don't hit people or make trouble, anything will do.

The healers gathered to hear him explain. After making a statement, Pastor Gavin rubbed the bark of the oak staff and nodded first:

"I see, that makes sense. I do feel that this fetus is very weak, and I'm still thinking about how to protect it..."

The God of War priest said nothing, and neither did the priests of the Spring Temple. But the magician who fell off the sofa in order to see the secret vision asked another question:

"How do you confirm that the situation in the womb is like this? Do you rely on your magic? Can you teach it to me? I can buy a spell model, or exchange it with other spells!"

You can teach, but the problem is that without training, it is difficult to release the correct ultrasound immediately, and you cannot understand the ultrasound images. Gretel thought for a moment:

"How about this? Lord Earl, can you find a few pregnant women who are about the same month old, and I can make images of them, and then compare them and explain them to everyone?"

This is possible. The Earl of Argyll gave the order, and his servants went out in all directions, searching frantically in and around the house. In less than an hour, three pregnant women were found and neatly delivered to Gretel.

The magician is responsible for providing energy, and Gretel is responsible for performing ultrasound examinations and making the golden box spit out chips. Then, excite several chips at the same time and adjust the image to the same angle:

"Look, in a normal pregnant woman, the signal displayed by the uterus is like this. But Ms. Caroline, part of her uterus displays the signal like this..."

Wow, it’s still so difficult. I miss the four-dimensional color Doppler ultrasound and the computer system that can directly reconstruct images...

But for the spellcasters, and even for the Earl of Argyle himself, this difference is enough to explain the problem. His Excellency the Earl stared attentively for a while, closed his eyes forcefully, and turned to Gretel:

"So, can these blisters be removed using magic - or other methods? If they are all removed, will the fetus be able to grow well?"

This approach sounds feasible. Several healers were refreshed, and they got together to write, draw, and discuss in low voices. Grete shook his head slowly:

"I'm sorry... I don't think I can save this fetus."

With every word he said, he watched helplessly as the anticipation in the earl's eyes faded and the pain increased. However, partial mole is often accompanied by developmental delay or multiple malformations, and is rarely associated with full-term infants.

Moreover, even if it is barely preserved, more than 90% of the fetal chromosome type is triploid.

Triploidy means difficulty in meiosis to form gametes and often infertility. This means that Ms. Caroline's husband's bloodline will continue in this generation and will be discontinued in the next generation.

Although I couldn't explain to the count, or even everyone in the world, what chromosomes were and what triploidy was, there was no benefit in trying to survive the fetus.

"If this child stays in the mother's body any longer, the damage to the mother will only increase. My suggestion is to terminate the pregnancy immediately, remove the baby, and have the uterus thoroughly evacuated."

"But Caroline only has this one child!" Earl of Argyll interrupted excitedly:

"Her husband is dead, and she and her husband can never have another child! - In this case, don't you want to build another ward in your medical clinic? I will give you a building, please, Help her keep that child!”

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Illness is truly a human misery. When I wrote "The fetus is still alive" today, it felt like a knife had been stabbed in my heart... I begged for comfort...