Chapter 712 Ensure a Cesarean Section? No, Medical Ethics Is Here

Do everything possible to ensure a cesarean section?

Gretel reflexively rejected it:

"Master Seymour, this is not in line with medical principles. Patients have the highest decision-making power over their own bodies. The final decision on any surgery can only be made by the patient..."

Although performing a cesarean section for the Queen will certainly be of great help to the promotion of this surgery, isn't it because there are few experienced doctors? The speed of training simply cannot keep up with market demand...

"Hey, don't be impatient, don't be impatient." Archmage Seymour raised his hand with a smile. While comforting him, he secretly admired the people in Nevis:

This is how much you know about the Nordmark mage. While spreading the news, you have prepared a plan to persuade...

Then again, performing surgery on the Queen is a good thing that brings both fame and fortune. That is to say, this Nordmark mage will immediately think of letting the patient decide!

If it were another healer, Archmage Seymour would dare to promise that even if he wanted the Queen to decide, it would not be to adhere to medical principles, but to prevent the Queen from feeling coerced...

It just made him tired and had to waste a few more pounds of saliva. Master Seymour took a sip of fragrant black tea and smiled slightly, all the wrinkles on his face curved:

"Mage Nordmark, I remember that you are a native of the Kingdom of Kent. Have you ever been to Hall Strait?"

Grete was slightly awe-inspiring. It is true that he has never been there, but when he first learned magic, Master Gehrman, who was in charge of the magic tower, and Brother Linn teamed up to cross the Hall Strait.

In addition, many of Grete's acquaintances in the parliament were born on the opposite side. Almost everyone, when they crossed the Channel to join the Parliament, risked their lives and worked with their heads in their belts.

"What do you mean?"

he asked tentatively. Archmage Seymour nodded slightly:

"The Parliament brings hundreds of magicians from the mainland every year, and the Hall Strait is an important waterway. In addition to bringing in magicians, cross-strait material exchange, or smuggling, is also an important part of the Parliament's economy... …”

The old magician raised his hand slightly. The Kingdom of Kenk, the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom on the opposite continent, the Hall Strait, and the seven cities guarding the Hall Strait, spread out in the living room with continuous light and shadow:

"The northernmost one is the Lord of Ostend with whom we have been communicating. As long as he is willing to lean towards us, the Council will lose at least 10 less magicians every year, not to mention the ships that can be saved. Nordmark Mage …”

He looked at Gretel eagerly, stretched out his hand and handed over a letter:

"For the sake of the lives of these magicians, and for the sake of the Parliament suffering less losses, please try your best to facilitate this operation, okay?"

Gretel took the letter and made a slit at the end of the envelope. You didn't even need to read the signature, just glanced at the colorful line on the envelope and you knew it was a letter from Lin En. Taking it apart, it turns out like this:

"Grete:

We are also very happy to hear that you are working well in the Royal Capital and are about to perform an operation on the Queen. Recently, the teacher and Mrs. Alva informed me that there is important progress on the other side of the Hall Strait...

Every time I ventured into the Hall Strait, I would see the bodies of my comrades, the fleeing magicians on the other side, and the innocent people. I often think that if there is a lord on the opposite side who can turn against us, at least he won’t investigate too strictly. If there were a few companions back then, they might not die..."

Gretel lowered his head and said nothing. Performing an operation on the Queen is a very beneficial thing for the Parliament and himself. The only thing he is unhappy about may be that the patient's spring water temple is robbed; but...

Medical principles, or medical ethics, have always strictly restricted them. Even in a different world, where there is no medical office and no authority above, the principles in the doctor's mind are still there.

——Patients, and only the patients themselves, have the highest decision-making power over their own bodies. Once this boundary is crossed, there is often only a thin line between doctors and devils.

"I'll try my best to persuade." He muttered, slowly sorting out his thoughts:

"I can only say that as much as possible, the final decision lies with the Queen. After all, we can't force the Queen, right?"

"Of course." Archmage Seymour breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course. Our goal is to have a good relationship with the royal family, not to alienate them. Forcing the queen to do anything will make her hold a grudge and force her to be against us. Go—what do you need?”

"I have everything I need." Gretel thought for a moment:

"Give me two days to sort out the information, and then I hope to find a time to make a statement to the Queen in person."

"No problem! Leave the presentation opportunity to us!"

Two days later, Gretel got this opportunity. Of course, this is not a separate statement. There are two long lines of people lined up around the queen:

On the left are royal nobles, close and distant relatives, female officials, and ministers. In short, they are those people who seemed to have met once during the triumphal ceremony;

On the right is the queue of spellcasters, the chief priest of the Spring Temple, Sister Mary, and a group of priestesses who take close care of them. Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mages, several young mages, Elder Knox of the Natural God Religion and several members of the sect.

Gretel: ...Is this going to be a hearing?

Despite the internal criticism, he still took the mobile tower spirit and read the test results first. Then, he raised his head and congratulated the Queen with a smile:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, everything is normal. According to the results, the fetus is healthy and in a good position, and the delivery should be successful."

The Queen was lazily leaning on the sofa, a smile flashing in her eyes. She supported her body vigorously and took the initiative to get to the point:

"So, do you think I need to undergo a cesarean section?"

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense. Especially the chief priest of the Spring Temple, with a hint of coldness between his brows. On the left side of the Queen, somewhere in front, a nobleman whom Gretel did not recognize took a step forward:

"His Majesty--"

"Listen to Mage Nordmark first." The Queen lazily raised her hand and stopped her softly. She turned to Gretel:

"what do you say?"

"Judging from the current results, even without a cesarean section, the delivery should be possible smoothly." Grete answered affirmatively, completely ignoring Archmage Seymour's sudden frown. He immediately changed the subject:

"Of course, the condition of the human body is ever-changing. It is possible that everything is normal one moment, but it will change immediately the next moment... I have seen many such mothers in the hospital."

"So you mean, you still want to have an autopsy?"

"The method of delivery can only be decided by His Majesty. My opinion is that Your Majesty's current situation does not meet the absolute or relative indications for cesarean section. In other words, cesarean section is not necessary." Grete answered calmly:

"But, please allow me to state, the complications of both methods -"

With a slight movement of his finger, a piece of light and shadow spread out in front of everyone.

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