Chapter 623 Should We Stick to Our Principles or Save the Patient’s Life?

one building?

A VIP ward?

The eyes of the spellcasters turned around. The Ares Priest pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say "Wow" or whistle.

They have been cooperating with the Earl of Argyle for a long time, and such a generous act is really rare to see.

The magician smacked his tongue slightly, as if he wanted to admire "the nobles are really rich". He had also heard about the cost of building Grete's hospital. It was not a small sum of money.

To pay such a reward to a sixth-level mage for a pregnant woman and a fetus, tsk tsk...

The priest of the Spring Temple looked sideways for a moment, then lowered his head and said nothing, focusing on fiddling with his belt. Obviously, he was quite calm about the count's generosity.

Grete really wants a VIP ward. With a fixed VIP ward, you can receive a large number of high-end patients;

With more high-end patients, a large number of professionals’ physical data will naturally be available;

And high-end patients are generally wealthy enough. With more money, we can expand the project, train midwives on a large scale, and try to benefit more mothers...

But the condition for getting this building is to keep the fetus?

Grete pursed her lips and shook her head firmly. A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely. Some money cannot be earned if it cannot be earned.

"Why? You can't do it?"

The Earl of Argyll frowned slightly.

He looked around at the casters around him. Those healers were obviously higher than Gretel in terms of age and spellcasting level. Perhaps, in terms of treatment, high-level healers are more reliable?

But no matter what, it was Grete who gave a clear diagnosis and even presented irrefutable evidence. The Earl thought for a while, then tentatively faced Gretel and proposed an improvement plan:

"Or, if the amount of treatment is not enough, you will come up with a plan and let others help?"

Gretel still shook his head. There is no use in giving a plan. So far, he has not seen any magic that can operate on the genetic level.

What's more, this fetus is very likely to be deformed...

But he has no evidence. His B-ultrasound magic level is not up to the level of four-dimensional color ultrasound. It cannot output images in real time, let alone confirm the fetal internal organs, blood vessels and other internal conditions. Medical textbooks from past lives?

That one can't even be taken out.

He racked his brains, thinking about how to convince the other party. The Earl of Argyll was confused: Aren't they just those blisters? Isn’t it enough to remove it? Oh... Could it be that divine magic can't do it?

He took a few steps toward the window, turned back, and took a few more steps. Standing in front of Gretel, his eyes were eager:

"Even if you can't do it with magic, Master Nordmark, I remember that you were able to cut open the mother's belly and take out the child, and the wound healed without leaving any trace afterwards. Then, you can also cut open the abdomen and remove those blisters. , and then heal the uterus?”

Well, your idea is really unreasonable. Grete opened her mouth before she could answer, but the Earl of Argyll had already finished speaking:

"Even if it grows again later, let's do it again. Let's do our best to keep that child. Is it really not okay?"

This is your concept of intrauterine surgery... Gretel was impressed by the count. However, he still shook his head firmly and without hesitation:

"Your Excellency, I am only a sixth-level spell caster. My knowledge of divine arts and magic is extremely limited. However, based on my knowledge, this fetus cannot be saved. It cannot be saved."

He took a step back and bowed deeply:

"If you decide to let the young lady give up this child, I am willing to do my best. If you must keep it, I really have no choice. Those blisters will corrode the mother's body over time and are harmful to the mother's body. Please, Lord Earl... …Make decisions early.”

After speaking, he looked directly at the count, took one step, two steps, three steps, and retreated steadily, using actions to strengthen his attitude. The earl's face became increasingly gloomy, he stared at Gretel for a while, and then suddenly said:

"What if I let others do it? Master Nordmark, are you willing to provide guidance?"

Gretel froze. Providing guidance is tantamount to saying that it makes sense to do so; can we not provide guidance?

For novices, even a cesarean section is not that easy. A slip of the hand can really kill someone!

What's more, "Obstetrics and Gynecology" clearly states:

"During the uterine evacuation process, if trophoblast cells enter the uterine sinus and cause pulmonary embolism, or even acute respiratory distress or acute right heart failure, cardiovascular and respiratory function support treatment must be provided in a timely manner."

"For safety reasons, it is recommended that those whose uterus is greater than 16 weeks of pregnancy or who have comorbidities should be transferred to a hospital with experience in treatment for uterine evacuation."

Grete had no experience in obstetrics and gynecology. However, he believed that no one here, or even everyone in the world, knew intraoperative first aid better than him.

To stick to principles?

Or does it cost the patient’s life?

Gretel closed his eyes deeply. When he opened it again, his eyes were clear and unyielding:

"Sorry, Your Excellency, I still insist on my opinion. If you insist on having surgery, you can ask these people here - or any healer you trust - to learn the surgery method from me."

He raised his hand and waved his arm across several high-level healers present, as well as the disciples and students they had brought in to beat him. Everyone has a share, no one is left out:

"I will definitely teach everything I have and will never hold anything back. However, I will not do it myself, nor will I agree to provide guidance."

The Count's eyes followed his gesture. The medical magician was the first to retreat:

"I trust Grete's judgment. I didn't see the condition of the fetus, but he did. If he said it couldn't be saved, then it definitely couldn't be saved."

Beside him, Pastor Gavin said nothing and also took a step back.

The bishop of the God of War Temple shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, meaning don't look for me. I am a God of War priest, purely here to provide divine magic. I know nothing about women giving birth to children, and I am completely clueless.

What should I do to learn about cesarean section?

Earl Argyle's expectant eyes finally fell on the great priest of the Spring Temple.

The high priest's dark blue silk robe fluttered slightly, and the narcissus petals on his belt were shining with golden light. He hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded almost invisible. The Earl of Argyll immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"Then it's up to you! - Master Nordmark, please teach him quickly. I'll pay for the learning fees! How much is needed? In gold coins, contribution points, or magic materials?"

"Neither." Grete shook his head cautiously. He turned to the high priest and looked directly into his eyes:

"I will teach you the relevant knowledge about cesarean section in detail and without reservation. As the price of learning this knowledge - please use this method to save 20 poor mothers every year for free and at no cost. s life."

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