Chapter 711 Blood Transfusion? Give Me Two Hundred People!

The baroness and the knight retired in despair. Then, Grete and Viscount Garter sat face to face and began to mingle:

"Need to be a male between 18 and 40 years old."

"You're not that old. If you can't advance to become a knight at the age of 25, you have to either become a civilian or quit the guard."

"Then I want young men between 18 and 25 years old. I don't want those who are strong and thin, and I don't want those who are fat."

"No problem. Above a first-level warrior and below a knight, right? How much does it cost?"

Gretel did a quick calculation. Then, without any hesitation, the lion opened his mouth:

"Two hundred first."

"Two hundred!" Viscount Garter jumped up. Among the royal guards and nobles who guard the palace, there are only two hundred people who meet the requirements! To meet the needs of the Nordmark mage, we have to bring in the soldiers!

"Oh, oh, two hundred is not too much." Seeing the other party's excitement, Gretel calmed down and smiled while wagging his finger:

"Not everyone can donate blood. At least the blood type must be the same as the Queen's, right? There are four blood types, one quarter of each, that's 50 people. Each person donates 400 ml of blood, totaling 20,000 ml -"

"Twenty thousand milliliters?!"

Viscount Garter's eyes almost bulged out. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Gretel, his fingers trembling, as if his fingertips were doing Brownian motion in the air:

"Don't scare me! Twenty thousand?! How much blood does a person have in his body? I have read a paper on Black Crow Swamp before. It seems that a person who weighs more than 100 pounds only has 5,000 ml of blood!"

"Yes, that's right." Gretel looked at him innocently. Although this statistic was produced by Black Crow Swamp, I can’t complain a bit...well, but after counting the various schools, it seems that Black Crow Swamp has the most suitable style of painting:

"The most dangerous cesarean section operation I have ever seen requires a transfusion of 10,000 milliliters of blood - equivalent to changing the blood in the entire body twice. Assuming that one person donates 400 milliliters, I have to prepare 25 people to do it. On top of this amount of blood transfusion.”

Viscount Garter's lips trembled, wanting to ask what the situation was that made it so dangerous, but he didn't dare to ask. Gretel was still explaining seriously:

"Then, we need 25 people. I can't just prepare 25 people, right? There has to be some margin. Besides, what if the people you find don't look suitable to me!"

"Then...what if we don't have surgery?"

"According to previous statistics, the normal amount of bleeding during vaginal delivery is between 300 and 500 ml; the normal amount of bleeding during cesarean section can be controlled within 200 ml if the surgeon's technique is good." Grete replied smoothly:

"The probability of the dangerous scene I mentioned is very small. But if it does happen, it will be dangerous regardless of natural birth or cesarean section. Besides, this is not an operation for the Queen, so you must be fully prepared."

Viscount Garter left in despair. Gretel chased after him and shouted:

"Hey, remember to tell them that everyone must take a physical examination first after arriving! Those who refuse the physical examination or fail the physical examination cannot donate blood!"

"...Do I have to check it out?"

"Is it okay not to check?" Gretel thought for a while: "If not, everyone should have a [Remove Disease] shot to ensure that they are healthy and that there are no possible infectious diseases..."

[Remove Disease], a third-level magic, with a standard casting cost of 750 gold coins/time. Two hundred people, even if the scope is narrowed down a little, the fifty people selected by the blood test magic, each one has a magical spell...

Thirty-seven thousand five hundred gold coins.

Viscount Garter gave up decisively. Compared with such a huge sum of money, I would rather have the boys strip naked one by one, let Master Nodmark take a look and touch them, and then draw blood for testing!

His feet did not drift away, and he went to gather the guards, select people, and arrange the location for the physical examination. By the way, Master Nordmark also asked him to take those gifts back:

"If you meet the conditions, you can get on without giving gifts! If you don't meet the conditions, you can't get on without giving gifts!"

"..."

Can he say, this is not necessary, please keep these gifts to offset the cost of the inspection?

It doesn't seem possible...

Gretel was examining the Queen, doing physical examinations for the Royal Guards one by one, and making all preparations before the operation. On the other side of the strait, there was also a nobleman who was debating whether to ask him to perform surgery:

"Count Ostend, I think you should have verified these information." The lobbyist sent by the Magic Council was able to enter the room and sit in front of him and talk:

"I think you have confidence in Master Nordmark's medical skills?"

The Earl of Ostend is the lord of the northernmost of the seven cities in the chain of defenses across the Hall Strait. The castle is strong and strategically located, backed by the vast lowlands behind it, with a network of rivers and dotted dams.

If the magicians from the Kingdom of Kent cross the Hall Strait, as long as the Count of Ostend is willing to provide cover, or even turn a blind eye, they will be able to enter those lowland cities and quickly disappear under the powerful control of the Glorious Holy See. outside the region.

The Magic Council has been operating this line for more than a year since the Council received the news from Mr. [Viper] Arezzo that the Count of Ostend's youngest son was plotting for the Holy See.

First, he looked for evidence to let him understand the cause of his youngest son's death. Then try to let him know that the council may have a way to cure his eldest son's condition. In particular, this Nordmark mage may have a way——

After more than half a year, I suffered from cowpox, blood tests and blood transfusions, heart surgery, and cesarean section. One result after another, one top-notch paper after another, was placed in front of Count Ostend.

The earl's attitude finally changed from being dismissive to being slightly relaxed, to being able to let the representatives of the parliament sit in front of him for an hour, presenting facts, reasoning, and talking. However, I still have some doubts about Grete’s level:

"Can he really do this? Did he really do it himself? Even if he is a disciple of a legendary mage, can he achieve so much in such a short period of time? Isn't it really a great healer who is giving guidance from behind?"

"Of course it's true!" The lobbyist said seriously:

"Well, the Queen is about to give birth recently, so she specially invited him from Nevis to perform a cesarean section for the Queen. You can know this if you ask about it - if he hadn't invented it, if he hadn't been the only one who did it best Okay, why do you have to invite him?"

Count Ostend was silent. After a long time, he lightly patted the table and pushed the journals back:

"Then let's wait until the queen gives birth!"

The implication is that if Master Nordmark really performed the surgery, everything would be easy to talk about; if he did not do it, then there is no need to talk about what happened next.

The results of the negotiations ahead were transmitted from Ostend to Nevis, and then directly from Nevis to the Royal Capital via the parliament's emergency line. That night, Grete received an emergency order:

We must do everything possible to ensure that the Queen will give birth this time and he will perform the cesarean section!

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