Chapter 706: Ensure a cesarean section? No, medical ethics is here
Trying every means to ensure a cesarean section?
Gretel reflexively vetoes:
"Master Seymour, this is not in line with medical principles. Patients have the highest decision-making power over their own bodies. The final decision on any surgery can only be made by the patient..."
Although performing a cesarean section for the Queen will definitely be of great help to the promotion of this surgery, isn't it because there are too few experienced doctors? The speed of training cannot keep up with the market demand...
"Hey, don't be impatient, don't be impatient." Archmage Seymour raised his hand with a smile. While comforting him, he secretly admired the Nevis gang:
This is how much you know about the Nordmark mage. While spreading the news, you have prepared a plan to persuade...
Then again, operating on the Queen is a good thing that brings both fame and fortune. That is to say, this Nordmark mage will first think about letting the patient decide!
If it were another healer, Archmage Seymour would dare to promise that even if he wanted the Queen to decide, it would not be to adhere to medical principles, but to prevent the Queen from feeling coerced...
It just made him tired and had to spend a few more pounds of saliva. Archmage Seymour took a sip of the fragrant black tea and smiled slightly, all the wrinkles on his face curved:
"Mage Nordmark, I remember that you are a native of the Kingdom of Kent. Have you ever been to Hall Strait?"
Grete was slightly awestruck. He had indeed never been there, but when he first learned magic, Master Gehrman, who was in charge of the magic tower, and Brother Lin worked together to cross the Hall Strait.
In addition, many of Grete's acquaintances in the Parliament were born on the opposite side. Almost everyone, when they crossed the channel to join the Parliament, they risked their lives and worked with their heads in their belts.
"What do you mean?"
He asked tentatively. Archmage Seymour nodded slightly:
"The Parliament brings hundreds of magicians from the mainland every year, and the Hall Strait is an important waterway. In addition to bringing in magicians, cross-strait material exchange, or smuggling, is also an important part of the Parliament's economy...
…”
The old magician raised his hand slightly. The Kingdom of Kenk, the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom on the opposite continent, the Hall Strait, and the seven cities guarding the Hall Strait, spread out in the living room with continuous light and shadow:
"The northernmost one is the Lord of Ostend with whom we have been communicating. As long as he is willing to lean towards us, the Council will lose at least 10 less magicians every year, not to mention the ships that can be saved. Nordmark Mage
…”
He looked at Gretel eagerly, stretched out his hand and handed over a letter:
"For the sake of the lives of these magicians, and for the sake of the Parliament suffering less losses, please try your best to facilitate this operation, okay?"
Grete took the letter, casually scratched it, and made a slit at the end of the envelope. Without even looking at the signature, he glanced at the colorful line on the envelope and knew it was a letter from Lin En. When he opened it, it was like this:
"Grete:
I heard that your work in the Royal Capital is going well and you are about to perform an operation on the Queen. We are also very happy in Nevis. Recently, the teacher and Mrs. Alva informed us that there is important progress in the work across the Hall Strait...
Every time I go through the Hall Strait, I can see my comrades, the fleeing magicians on the opposite side, and the corpses of innocent people. I often think that if there is a lord on the opposite side who can turn against us, at least we should not investigate too strictly. How many people were there back then?
A companion, maybe he won’t die..."
Grete lowered his head and remained silent. Performing an operation on the Queen was a very beneficial thing for both the Parliament and himself. The only thing he was unhappy about might be that the patient's spring water temple was robbed; but...
Medical principles, or medical ethics, have always strictly restricted them. Even in a different world, where there is no medical office and no authority above, the principles in the minds of doctors have always been there.
The patient, and only the patient himself, has the highest decision-making power over his own body. Once this boundary is crossed, there is often only a thin line between the doctor and the devil.
"I'll try my best to persuade." He muttered, slowly sorting out his thoughts:
"I can only say that as much as possible, the final decision lies with the Queen. After all, we can't force the Queen, right?"
"Of course." Archmage Seymour breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course. Our goal is to have a good relationship with the royal family, not to alienate them. Forcing the queen to do anything will make her hold a grudge and force her to be against us.
What do you need to go?”
"I have everything I need." Gretel thought for a moment:
"Give me two days to sort out the information, and then I hope to find a time to make a statement to the Queen in person."
"No problem! Leave the presentation opportunity to us!"
Two days later, Gretel got this opportunity. Of course, it was not a separate statement. There were two long lines of people lined up around the queen:
On the left are the royal nobles, close and distant relatives, female officials, and ministers. In short, they are the people who seemed to have met once during the triumphal ceremony;
On the right is the queue of spellcasters, the chief priest of the Spring Temple, Mother Mary, and a group of female priests who take close care of them. Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mage Group, several young mages, Elder Knox of the Natural God Cult, and several
Members of the Order.
Gretel:...Is this going to be a hearing?
Despite all the criticism, he still took the mobile tower spirit and read the test results first. Then, he raised his head and congratulated the queen with a smile:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, everything is normal. According to this result, the fetus is healthy and in a good position. It should be possible to deliver the baby smoothly."
The Queen leaned lazily on the sofa, a smile flashed in her eyes. She supported her body vigorously and took the initiative to get to the point:
"So, do you think I need to undergo a cesarean section?"
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense. Especially the chief priest of the Spring Temple, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. On the left side of the queen, somewhere in front, a nobleman whom Gretel did not recognize took a step forward:
"His Majesty"
"Listen to Master Nordmark first." The Queen lazily raised her hand and softly stopped her. She turned to Gretel:
"what do you say?"
"Judging from the current results, even without a cesarean section, it should be possible to give birth smoothly." Grete answered affirmatively, completely ignoring Archmage Seymour's sudden frown. He then changed the topic:
"Of course, the human body's condition is ever-changing. It is possible that everything is normal one moment, but will change immediately the next... I have seen many such mothers in the hospital."
"So you mean, you still want to have an autopsy?"
"The method of delivery can only be decided by His Majesty. My opinion is that Your Majesty's current situation does not meet the absolute or relative indications for cesarean section. In other words, cesarean section is not necessary."
Grete answered calmly:
"However, please allow me to state the complications of the two methods."
With a slight movement of his finger, a swipe of light spread out in front of everyone.
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