Chapter 173 It's not really pregnancy - what kind of disease is that?
"Use magic?"
"Can you see magic?"
The two old men turned back at the same time. Master Tolga tugged at his beard, glanced at Gretel with a new look, and turned to ask Elder Wood:
"Old Mumu, your student?"
"My friend's student went to the parliament headquarters to study and asked me to take care of him." Elder Wood explained, and then asked Gretel: "Are you sure? Magic can really be seen?"
"It should be possible." Grete stepped forward slowly and explained to Elder Wood and Master Tolga:
"It's a new magic. I just improved it. The paper has been reviewed and approved. Let's see if I can get pregnant or if it can still be done."
As he spoke, he rummaged through his backpack, found the paper, and handed it over with both hands. Master Tolga couldn't wait to grab it, and read ten lines at a glance. He slowed down as he read, twirling his beard with his left hand, and folded three layers.
Lift your chin to the end of your almost completely white beard, let go, move it up, and do it again...
Grete waited patiently, without any sense of impatience. He was just waiting for the patient's family to sign. The patient, or the patient's family, was much more annoying than this. I gave him a pre-operative explanation and told him again. If he didn't listen,
Got it, say it again, let me think about it, call my relatives and ask my relatives, take out my mobile phone and Baidu on the spot...
In contrast, family members of patients who are willing to read papers on the spot and try to understand what B-ultrasound is are simply adorable.
"Well... it seems reasonable." After a long time, the old magician finally turned to the last page of the paper and stroked his beard with satisfaction. "I'll give it a try! Old wood, give me a bottle of oil -"
"I'd better do it first!" Grete couldn't help but stop him quickly. "When I finish reading, I'll tell you which parts to pay attention to, and you can take a look again in person -"
After comforting the patient's family, Gretel turned around and went to comfort the patient again. Iris burst into tears, grabbing the female knight with one hand and grabbing Gretel's sleeve with the other:
"I'm really not pregnant... Please, prove to me that I really didn't do anything bad... I'm not with any man... wu wu wu..."
"Don't worry, as long as you are indeed not pregnant, this magic will definitely prove it." Grete comforted her as gently as possible. He said this, but he was not sure at all:
A young female suffers from a bulging abdomen and denies her apricot life history... How credible is this statement? God knows.
For women of childbearing age, if you have abdominal pain, bloating, or any acute abdomen, you should not take it seriously if you deny it, and send them all to get an hcg! Otherwise, if you think it is appendicitis and confidently cut it open, you will end up with an ectopic pregnancy...
You must be stupid.
Immediately ask the obstetrics and gynecology teacher to help. Then, if you are lucky, you will be scolded by the director. If you are not lucky, your certificate will be torn apart...
Of course, this is a different world, and there is no HCG to do it. Grete can only be in fear, silently chanting "It must not be an ectopic pregnancy...it must not be a teratoma..." while coaxing people inside. He still has to provide medical care despite his busy schedule.
Elder Wood puts a smile on his face:
"Elder, is there any sister who happens to be here? Please come over and accompany me? It's not convenient for me to examine a girl by myself..."
"Freya went to Duy Woodland and won't be back until tomorrow. Anita has gone home." Elder Wood hesitated, looked at the old magician, and then at the female knight:
"How about asking this young lady to accompany you?"
"I have no problem." Salina responded immediately. She returned her hand and patted her companion's forearm: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you!"
I...forget it, I don't have a problem. The male doctor examines the female patient, and there is no female nurse. The patient's family members can accompany her... I can't help if I can't help. I will be grateful if you can prove it...
Grete quickly followed in. He found a bed, placed the girl to lie down, and pulled up the curtain. The female knight stood at the head of the bed. Grete held the female patient's hand and stared into her eyes as gently as possible:
"Don't be afraid, this magic won't hurt you or make you feel pain. I will only use one finger on your belly-"
He stood up straight and drew a circle on his abdomen, reaching up to the xiphoid process and the lower edge of the ribs, down to the pelvis, from left to right to the mid-axillary line on the side:
"Move back and forth here and use your magic to take a look."
Iris followed the movement of his fingers, flinched, and tried her best to smile at him. Gretel thoughtfully pretended not to notice her little movement, softened her voice, and continued to explain to her:
"You may press some in, but not too deep. If it hurts, just tell me. In order for the magic to work smoothly, you need to lift the clothes on your stomach and pour some oil on the skin. It will feel a little
Liang, please bear with it.
Just lie flat on your back. If your belly is bulging, do it. If you lie on your side, lie on your side. Don’t worry about anything else. I won’t touch other places. If you are worried, you can also cover the top and bottom with a blanket.
Stay, leave only the belly part..."
His voice was calm and gentle, and his eyes were focused. As Iris listened, the fingers that were holding on to the cloak gradually relaxed, and the edges of her fingernails became more red. After Grete finished explaining the precautions, when she was about to stand up, her sleeves suddenly tightened.
Iris stood up and held his sleeve tightly with her little hands:
"I...I'm really not pregnant...right? I...last month, I drank water from his cup..."
"..."
"..."
Isn’t that right, girl?!
Grete couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. Forget it, even in the previous life, a girl in the 21st century would still make such a fuss, not to mention the level of development here is similar to that of the Middle Ages. He patted the back of the girl's hand comfortingly:
"Don't worry, as long as you are really not pregnant, magic will definitely prove it. - Madam, please help your friend prepare it. Thank you very much. I will go get the magic materials and come back later."
There was a bag of bat brains in his left hand and a bottle of glycerin in his right hand. Gretel had just sat down when the curtain behind him was lifted, and Master Tolga and Elder Wood filed in. Gretel had no choice but to look back:
"Elder..."
The other party is a young girl. Can you guys go out first?
"You do it and I'll watch." Elder Wood held the paper in one hand and his eyes were burning. The old magician only said one sentence: "I am her father!"
Okay... Okay. Grete made a gesture, indicating to the female knight to lift the blanket on Iris's belly. The girl lay motionless on her back, with her belly bulging upwards centered on her navel, and the side abdominal wall did not bulge significantly.
The navel did not protrude either. Grete immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
Thank God, the cause of abdominal distension is not ascites.
If this was ascites, he would be dead: it would cause symptoms of ascites, cirrhosis, portal hypertension, heart failure, constrictive pericarditis, peritoneal cancer metastasis, nephrotic syndrome, pancreatogenic peritoneal effusion, tuberculous peritonitis, which one?
They are not to be trifled with!
Without a bunch of relevant examinations, he couldn't even differentiate the syndrome. Even if the syndrome differentiation was successful... he wouldn't be able to cure it...
Gretel handed the glycerin to the female knight and motioned for her to apply a thick layer on her friend's belly. He held a bat brain and activated B-ultrasound magic. He pressed the index finger of his right hand on Iris's lower abdomen, and the ultrasound swept around the pelvic cavity.
Observe carefully.
This belly must be five or six months in size. Gretel was extra careful, held his breath, and tried to search up and down the pelvis, mid-abdomen, upper abdomen, and even the possibility of ectopic pregnancy. He finally confirmed that there was no such thing.
——The three-month-old fetus was not found.
There is no way, there is no condition to do hcg here, so he has to be careful.
After searching hard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and came to the conclusion with confidence:
"Don't worry, I'm not pregnant."
"Is it is it?!"
"Let me see--"
"I'll come and take a look too!"
The two old men rushed forward quickly. Gretel just shouted "I haven't finished checking yet" and was already pushed aside and almost fell to the ground. Master Tolga couldn't wait to grab a bat brain:
"What do you think? Is it enough to emit sound waves in there?"
Gretel had no choice but to get out of the way. Just take a look. The advantage of being able to use magic is that any magician can learn it and verify it on his own. He nervously reminded the key points:
"That's right, if you point your finger a little forward and a little further down, it's right here! Activate the magic and you can see that there is no baby in her belly - you can't mistake the baby's appearance!
By the way, use less magic power! Just be able to see clearly. If the magic power fluctuates too much, your intestines will be broken!"
"emmmmm..."
Master Tolga grabbed a bat brain, then another, moved his fingers around, and looked at it several times. Finally, he took a long breath, raised his right hand, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
:
"really not……"
The glycerin on his fingers was rubbed on his forehead, and his forehead, which was already covered with beads of sweat, immediately became shiny and colorful. Gretel did not dare to laugh, but turned his head to pay attention to the old magician with his peripheral vision, watching him look at Elder Wood,
Full of expectations:
"Old Mumu, you are right. The girl is not pregnant, but sick - so what kind of disease is this? How to treat it? You watched the girl grow up, you have to cure her!"
Hey hey hey, your daughter is not pregnant, I proved it to you!
If you have any questions, ask me!
Forget it, if there is a senior director and a resident doctor here, or even if there is a white-haired chief surgeon and a young deputy director here, the patient and the patient's family must have gone to the older doctor...