Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram with all his attention.
The P wave widens and the PR segment shortens. In lead V1, the P wave is positive at first, and then a deep and wide negative wave appears...Left atrial hypertrophy.
Right atrium...the right atrium is normal.
Left ventricular hypertrophy, right ventricle normal.
No myocardial ischemia or myocardial damage was found.
very good.
really good.
Grete let out a long sigh of relief and put on a heartfelt smile on his face. Observation is just observation. Only with the electrocardiogram test, he can be more sure:
The right atrium and right ventricle are normal, indicating that pulmonary hypertension has not yet appeared. Or, at most, it is only early dynamic pulmonary hypertension, and irreversible pathological changes have not yet occurred.
Everything is in time. If you treat it now, the prognosis will be very good!
Let little Avril stare at the cloud screen, occasionally reaching out timidly to touch it, and then quickly retracting her fingertips when the cloud screen flickered. Grete stood up quietly and waved to Aunt Eileen:
"Aunt Eileen, I have something very important to tell you..."
Three minutes later, Aunt Eileen stood outside the house, looking back at her daughter in the house from time to time, her face uncertain.
Can it really be cured?
Can her daughter, who was born frail and sick, really be cured?
So many high-level healers, so many big figures, the bald bishop of the God of War Temple, Elder Erwin of the Natural God Church, have all seen it, and they all said that there is no cure... Can Gretel cure it? Can Gretel really cure it?
"Little Gretel..." Her voice trembled, she said a few words and paused:
"Auntie knows that you have good intentions. You want to comfort auntie and make auntie happy...can you really cure it? You...what level are you at now? Have you surpassed the bishop? Have you surpassed the elder?"
"..."
Grete couldn't laugh or cry.
But it is normal to think about it. In this world, ordinary people who do not understand medicine can only judge the level of treatment by priest level. Otherwise, in a world with a literacy rate of less than 5%, what else can we expect?
A high level has strong healing skills and can cure serious illnesses and serious injuries. A low level has weak healing skills and can only cure minor illnesses and injuries. There is nothing wrong with that. Even in modern times, the public generally thinks that the director is better than the deputy director, and the deputy director is better than the chief physician.
powerful……
So how to convince her? How to make her believe that she really has a way to cure little Avril safely?
Grete only thought for a moment before making up his mind. He smiled slightly and held Aunt Eileen's hands sincerely:
"Aunt, I'm not going to lie to you, I can really do it. I can explain the specific treatment methods to you in detail... Or, I invite the teacher and the bishop to come over, explain it to them, and let them prove it for me?"
Aunt Eileen's eyes lit up. Soon she shivered again, grabbed the edge of the apron, and kept rubbing:
"This...isn't this not good? It's too troublesome for them..."
Those are all big shots!
The bishop of the Temple of the God of War is a strong man they can only look up to and bow to from afar. He is also the last guarantee for the lives of soldiers when they go to the battlefield;
Even though Elder Erwin is approachable and very talkative, he is not something that can be pulled around casually! Even if this elder is Gretel's teacher, some favors should be reserved for critical moments!
"What's wrong?" Grete raised his head, full of confidence:
"When I came back this time, I was going to visit them. I asked them to help me make a certificate. It's a piece of cake!"
Aunt Eileen's fingers on the apron finally relaxed a little. Obviously, the little Gretel she watched growing up was not as reassuring as the elders and bishops she had always looked up to. If those big shots could prove it,
That would be great...
Grete pretended not to see this. He smiled and shouted at the middle-aged woman:
"Aunt Eileen, what's for dinner? I want to drink the broth you cooked! What I miss most in Nevis is my aunt's craftsmanship!"
"Okay, okay, broth, there must be broth!" Aunt Eileen couldn't agree. Gretel asked for this and that like he did when he was a child, but instead made her relax, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed with a smile:
"You sit at home and I'll buy some bones."
"Bernard, you go shopping with Aunt Eileen!" Grete took out a small purse and put it directly into the barbarian's hand:
"Aunt Eileen, ask him to help you carry things. Bernard eats a lot! If he doesn't go, you can't carry it alone! I'll go to the hospital and take care of Apa. Aunt, please wait.
Me! I’ll be back for dinner tonight!”
He took Cerela, who rode Appa, who had shrunk by more than half, and rushed directly to the hospital. He handed Appa to the priests of the God of Nature and asked them to take it to the wild and let it run around. Hmm
, by the way, I would like to help send a message to the teacher and make an appointment...
It would be too troublesome for him to find a teacher by himself! Although Heartland City is small, it is only a hundred miles around, with dozens of scattered villages!
Heartland City is not big, and it is only a dozen minutes away from Aunt Eileen's house to the hospital. Gretel entrusted Apa to Pastor Joanna, and simply sent Apa outside the city with her and watched him run away.
Far:
"Apa! Have fun! I'll come out of the city to find you when I'm done!"
"Eh~"
The Silver Moon Deer roared loudly, and the smoke billowed, and it disappeared in an instant. The falcon raised by Joanna spread its wings and hovered lightly above its head, constantly using its calls to guide it in the direction. After a moment, it tightened its wings again and swooped down.
fell on its corner...
The animal companions of the priest of the God of Nature naturally have the ability to communicate, and it seems that the communication between the priest and the animals is smoother.
Joanna and Grete stood side by side, watching them disappear into the forest. Then, the female priest turned around halfway, with red marks on her face, and slapped Grete hard on the shoulder:
"Little guy, you still know how to come back! You have lost this treatment center for several years, and we have been looking after you! Tell me, what have you done in these years? When will you come to give lectures again?"
"Sister Joanna..." Grete screamed, his whole body tilted half way by her. He could only apologize with a smile:
"Come as soon as I finish settling in! I just came back today. I always go to Aunt Eileen's house for dinner... I have to pay a visit to the teacher and the bishop, and then I will come back! I will definitely come back!"
Unfortunately, Gretel was unable to eat the dinner at Aunt Eileen's house.
When he returned, the door of Aunt Eileen's house was already crowded. Guards were standing in two rows. Two knights stood on the left and right outside the door of the hut. When they saw him, their eyes lit up and they walked over quickly:
"Mage Nordmark, under the orders of the city lord's palace, we invite you to the banquet!"
Aunt Eileen held her daughter in her arms, and Uncle Karen stood with his two sons beside him. Their smiles were a little forced. Not far from the entrance of the alley, the passage that could barely accommodate two horses walking side by side was occupied by a luxury carriage with gold on the wall.
Full.
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