Gretel squatted silently outside the curtain, joining the healers who came first.
Pastor Gavin, the eldest disciple of Elder Wood, moved to the side and waved to him:
"How about it?"
"No." Gretel was a little frustrated. She sat down next to him and lowered her head: "They didn't let me see it."
I didn’t know where to place the chest piece when listening to the fetal heartbeat, so I couldn’t do a B-ultrasound, and there were still many tests that I hadn’t done.
With the information he now knows, it’s impossible for him to determine the patient’s condition!
The healers looked at each other with a faint smile in their eyes, but it was difficult to show it because the Earl was present. Pastor Gavin shook his head:
"There is no way, this is how it is to treat people of noble status. Come, while they are busy, let's talk about this lady's situation..."
The healers talked to each other. Soon, Gretel knew that this lady was the count's youngest daughter and his most beloved daughter;
I am 21 years old this year. Unfortunately, I have not achieved much in my career as a warrior or as a spell caster. In terms of physique, I can only be regarded as an ordinary person;
I had been married for three years, had been pregnant once before, and unfortunately had a miscarriage;
This pregnancy was not smooth from the beginning. Ms. Caroline started vomiting when she found out she was pregnant, and she has not gotten better until now.
Occasionally there is bleeding, the amount is not large, but it is worthy of vigilance...
As he spoke, the curtain opened, and a maid walked out quickly holding a copper basin. Gretel glanced out of the corner of his eye, and jumped up like a rabbit with an arrow, and pounced towards her:
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"Wait! Give me a look!"
Pastor Gavin didn't even have time to hold him back. Grete had already thrown himself to the edge of the copper basin and squatted down directly.
The maid turned pale with fright, squatted on the ground, subconsciously blocked the basin of blood with her body, and huddled up:
"Your Excellency! This is a lady's thing! You can't look at it!"
After this question and answer, everyone's eyes turned. Pastor Gavin leaned in the direction of Grete, with a concerned look on his face, and it was difficult to stop or persuade him;
The magician next to him stretched out his neck, almost saying "I'm curious, I want to know what Gretel is looking at" written on his face.
However, he was not as embarrassed as Gretel when it came to a pot of women's filth, and was too embarrassed to look at it;
Bishop Ares fiddled with the holy symbol on his chest and whispered something;
Next to it, the priest of the spring goddess subconsciously leaned back, as far away from Gretel as possible, trying hard to control his muscles not to show disgust:
You should read this kind of thing too!
too disgusting!
The priests of the God of Nature are really not particular about it. Oh, neither are the magicians. The necromancers are especially not particular. They can play with any disgusting things...
The Earl of Argyll glanced over from a distance, slightly moved, but neither agreed nor stopped. In the silence, only Gretel squatted in front of the maid, stopping her from leaving:
"I know! I just want to take a look to see if there are any abnormalities in the dirt, if there is anything wrong. This is for diagnosis, not what you think! Put it down quickly and let me take a look!"
"Show him."
The Earl of Argyll finally spoke up. Others would ignore their filth and lower their dignity in order to treat their own daughters. Why should he hesitate?
As if she had received an amnesty, the maid quickly put the copper basin on the ground. She didn't even have time to get up, crawled back a few steps using her hands and feet, and retracted directly behind the curtain.
Grete no longer paid attention to her. He knelt on the ground, bowed his head deeply, and carefully moved the copper basin with his mage's hand, lifting a little from time to time to take a closer look.
The more he looked at it, the more serious his face became. Finally, he stood up suddenly and quickly came to the Earl of Argyle:
"Your Excellency, please allow me to examine the young lady immediately!"
He looked directly at the count with a serious face. He said he was requesting, but his tone was completely unquestionable:
"In this way of casting, you must use your hands to directly touch the skin of the abdomen without anything in between. I can see without my eyes, and I can go in and out blindfolded."
His tone was urgent, his body leaned forward slightly, and he unknowingly conveyed a little pleading. The Earl of Argyll stared at him deeply, and his face became serious:
"Is it necessary?"
"For the health of the young lady!" Grete answered affirmatively:
"I just saw something bad and I need to confirm it. It's best if it's okay. If it goes as I expected, it will be very troublesome if we don't deal with it in time!"
"What did you see?" The earl's face became more solemn. Gretel turned to look at the copper basin, then looked at the earl, his face hesitant:
If the great men of this world, counts, nobles, and high-ranking knights want to pull him over and squat there to watch, they won't agree, right?
After hesitating for a moment, he took out the secret eye ring and used his spiritual power to activate it. A cherry-sized ball of light fluttered past, and in front of him, a screen of light spread out silently.
The secret eye fell, rotated, and closed the distance. Gretel looked at the count and saw that he showed no sign of disgust, so he pointed at the image on the light screen, adjusting the focus while explaining:
"Look, there are small groups of bubble-like things in the blood. This shouldn't appear. I'm worried that there is something bad in her body. I need to use magic to see it."
Not far away, the healers on the sofa pricked up their ears and listened to what he said. Pastor Gavin stretched his neck hard to take a look into the copper basin, but before he could find a suitable angle, there was a "plop" on the edge:
The medical mage from the Magic Council leaned out too far and accidentally fell off the sofa. He got up awkwardly, secretly summoned an arcane eye, and floated towards the copper basin...
The Earl of Argyll stared at the light screen carefully, his brows furrowing more and more. After years of fighting, he had seen all kinds of blood: gurgling, gushing, spitting out, choking and splashing.
It's all over the floor...
He had seen blood with bubbles more than once. However, those were a mixture of blood and air, and when the air dispersed, they would disappear. But this one was different. Those bubbles were clearly made of flesh and blood.
He turned to Gretel with a solemn expression:
"What's this?"
"Not sure yet." Gretel shook his head gently and waved the light curtain away. In fact, he already had a guess in his mind, but
"I have to use my self-created spell to check it again before confirming it."
Without saying a word, His Excellency the Earl opened the curtain and went straight in. His low and deep voice rang for a while, then he turned around and called out to Gretel:
"You cast the spell."
Gretel took a step forward and saw the frightened look on the lady's face. He quickly turned around. He reached into his pocket, looking for a silk scarf or something to cover his eyes. Before he could find it, he was pulled in:
"What's the fuss! Just watch! I let you in, so I didn't doubt you!"
Grete finally closed his eyes in front of the bed. He asked the maid to spread a whole bottle of glycerin evenly. He put his hand on the pregnant woman's abdomen and activated the B-ultrasound. Immediately, his brows furrowed tightly.
In the meditation field of vision, the feedback from the B-ultrasound spell is a large area of dense echoes like falling snow.
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