Chapter 398: No one can compete with me for the right to perform surgery!
Grete’s hand paused while doing the B-ultrasound.
What?
What is a ghost baby?
What the hell is training and growing up?
He has examined everything, and the conclusion is about to come out. Now tell him, is it a ghost baby cultivated by a necromancer?
Gretel wanted to go back and ask if he should stop if he moved his hand. The B-ultrasound was halfway through, so it would be better to finish it. Being distracted midway would affect the accuracy of the examination.
Well, the liver is somewhat displaced, the intrahepatic bile ducts are dilated, the gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas are all fine, the appendix is swollen, and there is no intestinal obstruction...
As for the necromancer, you can ask at any time - well, Bernard has already brought in the patient's family members who have finished calming down...
"You're the one who harmed my daughter? - Go to hell!"
The middle-aged man was covered in water and rushed forward dripping wet. If Bernard hadn't grabbed him in time, there was a high probability that the two of them would have twisted together and fought...
The necromancer who survived was confident. He struggled in the hands of the silver dragon girl and raised his chin with a proud gesture:
"Who harmed her? - Three years ago, when her mother was ill, you asked me to treat her. What did you promise me? Ask her to do one thing for me, anything. Is that what you promised?"
"But you didn't say you were raising ghost babies!"
"Nonsense, if it's not for the ghost baby, why should I help you? Besides, I didn't put the ghost baby in, she was already pregnant!"
"Ahem——" Gretel finally finished checking and turned around to join the discussion:
"Excuse me. Sorry, I've been busy just now and didn't have time to introduce myself. My name is Gretel Nordmark. What is your name?"
"Mage Nordmark?" The Necromancer's eyes lit up. He stood up hastily:
""On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Outbreaks of Dysentery"? "Study on Several Epidemic Pathogenic Bacteria"?"
Is there anyone here who has read my thesis? Grete was a little surprised and nodded quickly. Sure enough, it was easier to communicate with the research department. In a few words, he asked what the other party had done:
Using special techniques, he cultivated the ghost baby in the woman's body and used it as a container for the dead soul in his hands. The reason for using the ghost baby is because the living baby has its own soul, and the dead soul is mutually exclusive...
"It's hard to find women who are pregnant with ghost babies! I've been looking for ten years and finally found three. The first two possessions failed. The ghost babies that were cultivated were just a ball of flesh and no bones, so they couldn't be used at all.
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"You mean, she was pregnant with a ghost baby?"
"Of course! I can't make something out of nothing!"
Grete silently lit a wax for him. It already existed, but he used magic to promote it, so that the front and back are aligned. Isn't it a teratoma? The incidence rate of this thing is indeed not high. With the population density of the Hermon Peninsula,
This guy is very lucky if he can find three in ten years...
But, brother, what method did you use to make the teratoma grow to such a large size? Generally speaking, a diameter of 4-5 cm is already very large, and 10 cm is very rare in clinical practice!
"You're talking nonsense!" the middle-aged man roared on the other side: "You must have killed my daughter!"
"She's not pregnant with this thing, so why should I look for her?"
"Couldn't it be that you used magic to put it in?"
Gretel sighed. He turned to face the girl's father:
"No matter what the situation is, we have to solve the problem first. Your daughter has such a stomachache, can I treat her first?"
"What do you want?" The middle-aged man looked at him warily. Gretel tried his best to show a friendly smile:
"We have no ill intentions, we just want to help your daughter. - You see, I am a servant of the God of Nature, and this lady is an elf. How could we harm your daughter?"
The reputation of the God of Nature priests and elves is obviously much better than that of the Necromancer. The guard on the man's face became slightly lighter:
"What are you going to do?"
Grete thought for a while, and first condensed a ball of healing skills and penetrated into the girl's body. He is getting lazy now, and he doesn't want to operate when healing skills can be used. Well, minimally invasive is the trend, so treatment skills are even more important.
It's a trend, isn't it?
Under the guidance of the B-ultrasound, the treatment successfully reached the appendix. Seeing that the swollen appendix was getting smaller and smaller, and the girl's pale face also recovered a little, Gretel clapped his hands:
"If it was just a problem of abdominal pain, then it would have been solved now. But this ghost baby——"
He turned to the Necromancer:
"When it's grown, how do you take it out?"
The necromancer made a disembowelment gesture.
"I kill you!"
Bernard quietly let go of his hand. The middle-aged man swooped forward, passed over Cerela who deliberately dodged a step too late, and blasted the necromancer. The necromancer who was hacked was beaten repeatedly.
After a few heavy punches, he propped up the mage armor and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands:
"Don't fight, don't fight! - I brought holy water! I brought more than one bottle! I won't let her die!"
Grete stood aside with his arms folded and watched. He didn't tell the truth beforehand, coaxed and lied, and made the girl's belly bigger. This kind of behavior was definitely worth a beating. If it were in the previous life, it would have been more than one beating.
It's a matter of reference to the surgeon who carved "SB" on the patient's liver...
Anyway, the armor was hung up, and letting him get hammered would be conducive to the subsequent communication. Seeing that the middle-aged man's arms were swinging slower and slower, and the outer edges of his fists were a little red, he pretended to stop him:
"Sir, please calm down first... things have to be resolved, right? Your daughter is a beautiful girl, she shouldn't have to endure this. As healers, we hope to help her solve her troubles as safely as possible..."
Cerela hid behind him, blinked her eyes, and quietly cast a soothing spell.
The middle-aged man finally became quiet. He stared at his daughter steadily, looking at her pale face, her bulging belly, and then her face. After a long time, he suddenly squatted on the spot, hugging his head and crying.
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Half an hour later, the middle-aged man picked up his daughter with his own hands and put the floating saucer released by Grete. He reluctantly stood at the door of the wooden house and watched the two invisible servants carrying his daughter into the Silver Dragon one after another.
The [Shelter Cabin] released by the lady. The magic-made hemisphere fluctuated slightly, and the figure disappeared inside, never to be seen again.
Grete, Cerela, Bernard, and the necromancer filed in.
"This, the ghost baby I gave birth to, should I handle it?"
"I'm afraid not." Gretel sighed heavily. If it were an ordinary ovarian teratoma, he might still be able to trust the Necromancer's surgical skills. But now...
"This thing has grown on the liver. I checked just now and found that the liver has been compressed and deformed by it. The risk of surgery is very high, and the possibility of massive bleeding is high. I will be the one to perform this surgery."
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