Chapter 705: Blood transfusion? Give me two hundred people!
The baroness and the female knight resigned in dejection. Then, Gretel and Viscount Garter sat face to face and began to mingle:
"Need to be a male between 18 and 40 years old."
"You're not that old. If you can't advance to become a knight at the age of 25, you have to either become a civilian or quit the guard."
"Then I want young men between 18 and 25 years old. Those with strong bodies are not allowed, and those who are thin are not wanted, and those who are obese are not wanted."
"No problem. Above a first-level warrior and below a knight, right? How much does it cost?"
Gretel quickly calculated. Then, without any hesitation, the lion opened his mouth:
"Two hundred first."
"Two hundred!" Viscount Garter jumped up directly. Among the royal guards and aristocratic children guarding the palace, there are not even two hundred who meet the requirements! To meet the needs of the Nordmark mage, soldiers must also be brought in!
"Oh, oh, two hundred is not too much." Seeing the other party's excitement, Gretel calmed down and smiled and wagged his fingers:
"Not everyone can donate blood. At least the blood type must be the same as the Queen's, right? There are four blood types, one quarter of each, that's 50 people. Each person donates 400 ml of blood, totaling 20,000 ml."
"Twenty thousand milliliters?!"
Viscount Garter's eyes almost bulged out. He pointed at Gretel, his fingers trembling, and his fingertips seemed to be doing Brownian motion in the air:
"Don't scare me! Twenty thousand?! How much blood does a person have in his body? I've read a paper on Black Crow Swamp before. It seems that a person who weighs more than 100 pounds only has 5,000 milliliters of blood!"
"Yes, that's right." Grete looked at him innocently. Although this statistic was made by Black Crow Swamp, it's a bit of a rant... Well, but after counting the various schools, it seems that Black Crow Swamp has the best painting style.
Suitable:
"The cesarean section surgery I have ever seen is the most dangerous. Transfusing 10,000 milliliters of blood is equivalent to replacing the blood in the entire body twice. Assuming that one person donates 400 milliliters, I have to prepare 25 people to do it.
This amount of blood transfusion.”
Viscount Garter's lips trembled, wanting to ask what the situation was that made it so dangerous, but he didn't dare to ask. Gretel was still explaining seriously:
"Then, we need 25 people. I can't just prepare 25 people, right? There has to be some margin. Besides, what if the people you find don't seem suitable to me?"
"Then...what if we don't have surgery?"
"According to previous statistics, the normal amount of bleeding during vaginal delivery is between 300 and 500 ml; the normal amount of bleeding during cesarean section can be controlled within 200 ml if the surgeon's technique is good." Grete replied smoothly:
"The probability of the dangerous scene I mentioned is very small. But if it does happen, it will be dangerous regardless of natural birth or cesarean section. Besides, this is not an operation for the Queen, so you must be fully prepared."
Viscount Garter left in despair. Gretel chased after him and shouted:
"Hey, remember to tell them that everyone must take a physical examination first after arriving! Those who refuse the physical examination or fail the physical examination cannot donate blood!"
"…Does it have to be checked?"
"Is it okay not to check?" Gretel thought for a while: "If not, everyone will have to remove the disease and make sure they are healthy and free from any possible infectious diseases..."
Remove diseases, third-level magic, the standard casting cost is 750 gold coins/time. Two hundred people, even if the scope is narrowed down a little, the fifty people picked out by the blood test magic will each cast a magic spell...
Thirty-seven thousand five hundred gold coins.
Gu Gao/span> Viscount Garter gave up decisively. Rather than paying such a huge sum of money, it would be better to let the young men strip naked one by one, show them to Master Nordmark, touch them, and then draw blood for testing!
He didn't float away at his feet. He went to gather the guards, select people, and arrange the location for the physical examination. By the way, Master Nordmark also asked him to take those gifts back:
"If you meet the conditions, you can get on without giving gifts! If you don't meet the conditions, you can't get on without giving gifts!"
"..."
Can he say, this is not necessary, please keep these gifts to offset the cost of the examination?
It doesn't seem possible...
Gretel was examining the Queen, doing physical examinations for the Royal Guards one by one, and making all preparations before the operation. On the other side of the strait, there was also a nobleman who was debating whether to ask him to perform the operation:
"Count Ostend, I think you should have verified these information." The lobbyist sent by the Magic Council could already enter the room and sit in front of him and talk:
"I think you also have confidence in Master Nordmark's medical skills?"
The Earl of Ostend is the lord of the northernmost of the seven cities in the chain of defenses across the Hall Strait. The castle is strong and in an important position. It is backed by the vast lowlands behind it, with a network of rivers and dotted dams.
If the magicians from the Kingdom of Kent cross the Hall Strait, as long as the Count of Ostend is willing to cover them, or even turn a blind eye, they will be able to enter those lowland cities and quickly disappear under the powerful control of the Glorious Holy See.
outside the region.
The Magic Council has been operating this line for more than a year since the Council received the news from Mr. Viper Arezzo that the Count of Ostend's youngest son was plotting for the Holy See.
First, look for evidence to let him understand the cause of his youngest son's death. Then try to find ways to let him know that the council may have a way to treat his eldest son's condition. In particular, this Nordmark mage may have a way to cure it.
After more than half a year, cowpox, blood tests and blood transfusions, heart surgery, and cesarean section were carried out. One result after another, one top-notch paper after another, was presented to Count Ostend one after another.
The earl's attitude finally changed from being dismissive to being slightly relaxed, to being able to let the parliamentary representatives sit in front of him for an hour, presenting facts, reasoning, and talking. However, he still has some doubts about Grete's level.
:
"Can he really achieve this? Did he really do it himself? Even if he is a disciple of a legendary mage, can he achieve so much in such a short period of time? Isn't it really a great healer who is giving guidance from behind?"
"Of course it's true!" the lobbyist said seriously:
"Well, the Queen is about to give birth recently, so she specially invited him from Nevis to perform a cesarean section for the Queen. If you ask about this, you will know that if he hadn't invented it, and if he hadn't been the only one to do it best,
Why do you have to invite him?"
Count Ostend was silent. After a long time, he lightly patted the table and pushed the journals back:
"Then let's wait until the queen gives birth!"
The implication is that if Master Nordmark really performed the surgery, everything would be easy to talk about; if he didn't do it, then there is no need to talk about the rest.
The results of the negotiations ahead were transmitted from Ostend to Nevis, and then passed the parliament's emergency line from Nevis directly to the royal capital. That night, Grete received an emergency order:
We must do everything possible to ensure that the Queen will give birth this time and that he will perform the cesarean section!
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