It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 618: Should we stick to our principles, or should we save the patient’s life?
Chapter 618: Should we stick to our principles, or should we save the patient’s life?
A building?
A VIP ward?
The eyes of the spellcasters turned around. The Ares Priest pursed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say "Wow" or whistle.
They have been cooperating with the Earl of Argyll for a long time, and such a generous act is truly rare to see.
The magician smacked his tongue slightly, as if he wanted to admire "the nobles are really rich". He had also heard about the cost of building Grete's hospital, which was not a small amount of money.
To pay such a reward to a sixth-level mage for a pregnant woman and a fetus, tsk tsk...
The priest of the Spring Temple looked sideways for a moment, then lowered his head and said nothing, focusing on fiddling with his belt. It was obvious that he was quite calm about the Earl's generosity.
Grete really wants a VIP ward. With a fixed VIP ward, he can receive a large number of high-end patients;
There are more high-end patients, and a large number of professionals’ physical data will naturally be available;
And high-end patients are generally rich enough. With more money, they can expand the project, train midwives on a large scale, and try to benefit more mothers...
But the condition for getting this building is to keep the fetus?
Grete pursed her lips and shook her head resolutely. A gentleman loves money and gets it wisely. Some money cannot be earned if it cannot be earned.
"Why? You can't do it?"
The Earl of Argyll frowned slightly.
He looked around at the casters around him. Those healers were significantly higher than Gretel in terms of age and spell casting level. Perhaps, in terms of treatment, high-level healers were more reliable?
But no matter what, it was Gretel who gave a clear diagnosis and even provided irrefutable evidence. After thinking about it for a while, the Count tentatively faced Gretel and proposed an improvement plan:
"Or, if the amount of treatment is not enough, you will come up with a plan and let others help?"
Gretel still shook his head. It was useless to give a plan. So far, he had not seen any magic that could operate on the genetic level.
What's more, this fetus is very likely to be deformed...
But he has no evidence. His B-ultrasound magic level is not up to the level of four-dimensional color ultrasound. He cannot output images in real time, let alone confirm the fetal internal organs, blood vessels and other internal conditions. Medical textbooks from past lives?
That one can't even be taken out.
He racked his brains, thinking about how to convince the other party. But the Earl of Argyle was confused: Isn't it just those blisters? Isn't it enough to remove them? Oh...could it be that magic can't do it?
He took a few steps toward the window, turned back, and took a few more steps. He stood in front of Gretel with eager eyes:
"Even if you can't do it with magic, Master Nordmark, I remember that you were able to cut open the mother's belly and take out the child, and the wound healed without leaving any trace afterwards. Then, you can also cut open the abdomen and remove those blisters.
, and then heal the uterus?”
Well, your idea is really unreasonable. Gretel opened his mouth before he could answer, but the Earl of Argyle had already finished speaking:
"Even if it grows again later, if we do it again, we will do our best to keep that child, is it really not okay?"
This is your concept of intrauterine surgery... Gretel was impressed by the count. However, he still shook his head firmly and without hesitation:
"Your Excellency, I am only a sixth-level spell caster. My knowledge of divine arts and magic is extremely limited. However, based on my knowledge, this fetus cannot be saved. It cannot be saved."
He took a step back and bowed deeply:
"If you decide to let the young lady give up this child, I am willing to do my best. If you must keep it, I really have no choice. Those blisters will corrode the mother's body over time and are harmful to the mother's body. Please, Lord Earl...
…Make a decision early.”
After speaking, he looked directly at the earl, taking one step, two steps, three steps, retreating steadily, using actions to strengthen his attitude. The earl's face became more and more gloomy, he stared at Grete for a while, and suddenly said:
"What if I let others do it? Master Nordmark, are you willing to provide guidance?"
Gretel froze. Providing guidance is tantamount to saying that it makes sense to do so; can you not provide guidance?
For novices, even a cesarean section is not that easy. A slip of the hand can really kill someone!
What's more, "Obstetrics and Gynecology" clearly states:
"During the uterine evacuation process, if trophoblast cells enter the uterine sinus and cause pulmonary embolism, or even acute respiratory distress or acute right heart failure, cardiovascular and respiratory function support treatment must be given promptly."
"For safety reasons, it is recommended that those whose uterus is greater than 16 weeks of pregnancy or who have comorbidities should be transferred to a hospital with experience in treatment for uterine evacuation."
Grete has no experience in obstetrics and gynecology treatment. However, he believes that no one here, or even everyone in the world, knows intraoperative first aid better than him.
Should we stick to principles?
Or does it cost the patient’s life?
Gretel closed his eyes deeply. When he opened them again, his eyes were clear and unyielding:
"Sorry, Your Excellency, I still insist on my opinion. If you insist on having surgery, you can ask these people here or any healer you trust to learn the surgery method from me."
He raised his hand and waved his arm across the several high-level healers present, as well as the disciples and students they had brought to kill them. Everyone had a role to play, and no one was left out:
"I will definitely teach you everything I have and will never keep anything private. However, I will not do it myself, nor will I agree to provide guidance."
The earl followed his gesture. The medical magician was the first to retreat:
"I trust Grete's judgment. I didn't see the condition of the fetus, but he did. If he said it couldn't be saved, then it definitely couldn't be saved."
Beside him, Pastor Gavin said nothing and also took a step back.
The bishop of the God of War Temple shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, meaning don't look for me. I am a priest of the God of War, purely here to provide divine magic. I know nothing about women giving birth to children, and I am completely ignorant.
What should I do to learn about cesarean section?
Earl Argyle's expectant eyes finally fell on the high priest of the Spring Temple.
The high priest's dark blue silk robe fluttered slightly, and the daffodil petals on his belt were shining with golden light. After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded almost invisible. Earl Argyll immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"Then it's up to you! Master Nordmark, please teach him quickly. I'll pay for the learning fees! How much is needed? In gold coins, contribution points, or magic materials?"
"No." Gretel shook his head cautiously. He turned to the high priest and looked directly into his eyes:
"I will teach you the relevant knowledge about cesarean section in detail and without reservation. In exchange for learning this knowledge, please use this method to save the lives of 20 poor mothers every year, free of charge.
."
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