Chapter 543: The Life and Death of the Glorious Sister
This girl may be happier if she dies than if she lives.
This thought was just a flash in Grete's mind. He kept checking and preparing for rescue:
In terms of medical ethics, those who give up treatment must be incurable and dying patients. The girl in front of me has not reached this point. To say the least, even if it has reached this point,
The decision to give up treatment can only be made by the patient. Even if the patient loses consciousness, only family members can make the decision, never including the doctor. As a doctor, we can only assume that the patient wants to live, and can never assume that the patient wants to die.
"Besides sucking blood, what else have you done?" Grete's men kept asking, asking in a deep voice. Well, the patient was in a coma, with pale, clammy skin, shallow and rapid breathing, a fast heart rate, and obvious symptoms of hemorrhagic shock:
"How much blood did you drink?"
"Not much..." Viscount Sebesh's eyes flickered: "I didn't want her to die... We can only control it ourselves, we just want her to lie down for two more days... At most, at most, I was too angry and sucked a little more
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Grete wanted to scold him a few words. He resisted, and quickly opened the intravenous channel, hung up a bag of Ringer's solution, and replenished the blood volume. When he turned his head, he saw that Viscount Sebesh was still standing still.
His face instantly darkened:
"Go and call for people! Call for more humans! She needs a blood transfusion! With enough humans, I can find a donor with the right blood type! Hurry! At least 20 people!"
Viscount Sebesh ran out.
Grete let out a long sigh. He threw out an electrocardiogram magic, stared at the waveform on the cloud screen for a few times, and continued to improve the examination:
The pupils on both sides are equal in size and round, and the light reflex is present and very good;
There are no obvious wounds on the body surface of the limbs, which is very good;
There is a wet tooth mark on the neck, which is no longer bleeding. It seems that the legend is true, and the vampires do have the power to heal blood vessels quickly;
Retarded capillary refill...
It seems, apart from being sucked a lot of blood, there are no particularly obvious injuries. As for whether there are other injuries to the chest and abdomen, it is best to wait until Viscount Sebesh comes back before continuing the examination.
Grete let out a long sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ringer's solution quickly slide into the patient's blood vessels. After thinking about it, he performed another treatment.
Alas, the treatment technique is just life-threatening and does not have the effect of replenishing blood. We have to find someone quickly to transfuse blood...
Gretel stared at the glass bottle and calculated quickly in his mind. The amount of blood loss, fluid replenishment, blood transfusion... There are no conditions for red blood cell transfusion here. Only whole blood can be transfused, and the transfusion amount needs to be adjusted...
"...Why do you want to save me..."
The woman's voice sounded softly. Gretel turned his head and saw the blood slave's eyes slightly opened. He turned his face with difficulty and stared at him. His face was pale, his voice was low, and there were only two burning eyes in his dark eyes.
Duo Lieyan:
"Why...don't you let me die..."
Why?
Because I am a doctor.
Because someone asked me to save you.
Because the vampires are our allies...
Gretel couldn't say a single word of these words. The woman closed her eyes and gasped for a moment, then suddenly pulled out the injection needle on her wrist, stood up as hard as she could, and poked Gretel in the eye.
"!!!"
She lost too much blood and her movements were not quick. Gretel ducked over after giving in a little. He was frightened and angry, so he rushed forward and pushed the woman onto the bed:
"what are you doing!"
"What did she do?"
Footsteps quickly approached the door. The strength of the struggle under her hands softened, and the woman lay back on the pillow, returning to her previous silent and motionless appearance, like a puppet. Gretel sighed secretly and did not look back:
"It's okay. She didn't know that I was trying to save her, so I pulled out the needle. I put it back in for her."
"oh."
Viscount Sebesh responded without raising any suspicion. He watched Grete busy re-inserting the needle, re-infusing, and re-fixing the needle. After everything was done, he waved to him:
"I've called the people here. Take a look and see which ones are suitable. They are all blood slaves. You can draw blood at will, no problem!"
Gretel obtained his consent and carefully inspected the young woman's torso. No possibility of ruptured internal organs was found, so she hurried out for a blood test. Viscount Sebesh sat down on the bedside, caressed the blood slave's cold cheek, and sighed softly:
"Okay, Teresa, be obedient and I will never suck so much blood from you again. That Yulia is not a good person, her blood slave. When you meet her, just walk away and don't speak..."
Teresa stared up at the top of the bed in a daze, her face was stiff, she said nothing, and she only shivered occasionally. Viscount Sebesh coaxed, persuaded, and soothed, and after talking for a long time, he moved out of the way and let Grete
Come for blood transfusion:
"Is this okay?"
"That's it."
"Is this going to make everything okay?"
"never mind."
"Do I need more blood transfusion?"
"No need. Her blood pressure has already risen. Let her rest, recuperate, and pay attention to nutritional supplements. Within two months, she can no longer suck blood under any circumstances..."
Grete completed the work mechanically, packed up the tools mechanically, gave the doctor's orders mechanically, got up and left. This treatment was really unpleasant, both the person who invited him and the person being treated were heartbroken everywhere.
.I never want to come again...
As soon as he left, Viscount Sebesh also went to have fun on his own. Only Theresa lay quietly on the bed, her expression indifferent, her nails dug deeply into her palms.
She was originally the daughter of a minor noble in the Kingdom of Rhine. She was discovered to have talent while receiving education in a monastery and was trained to become a holy and glorious nun. However, just after completing the sacraments, the monastery was breached and she, along with many sisters, was kidnapped.
Resale…
During the long period of wandering, the sisters dispersed and disappeared one after another, and she became the blood slave of a blood viscount. It seemed like a pampered life, but it was also a hell worse than death.
The Lord of Glory told them that life is a gift from God, and suicide is a great sin...
She was brought from the territory of the blood clan to the Kingdom of Kent, traveled thousands of miles, and set foot on the territory of the evil magicians. She tried to escape several times, but failed several times. The master warned that if she escaped again, she would become a low-level blood servant.
Hell!
Teresa boldly took the initiative to approach a blood slave from another vampire clan, hoping to provoke a conflict between her master and Miss Yulia. As a result, except that she was almost sucked dry, nothing came of it. And she herself,
And was rescued...
Don't be discouraged!
Find another chance and do it again!
Teresa secretly encouraged herself. It is said that these vampires, orcs, barbarians, dwarves, and evil magicians are plotting against the Glorious Holy See?
There must be a conflict between them. As long as that point can be found and exposed, this evil alliance will definitely fall apart!
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