It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 402 Don't rob me of the right to be the chief surgeon!

Gretel froze his hand doing the B-ultrasound.

What?
What is a ghost baby?

What the hell is growing up?

He has checked everything thoroughly, and the conclusion is coming soon. Now tell him, is it a ghost baby raised by a necromancer?
Gretel wanted to turn around and ask, but he stopped when he moved his hand. Halfway through the B-ultrasound, it is better to finish it, because distraction halfway will affect the accuracy of the examination.

Well, the liver is somewhat displaced, the intrahepatic bile duct is dilated, the gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas are all fine, the appendix is ​​swollen, and there is no intestinal obstruction...

As for the necromancer, you can ask at any time—well, Bernard has already brought in the patient's family members who have calmed down...

"It's you who killed my daughter? ——Die to me!"

The middle-aged man was covered in water and threw himself on him dripping wet.If Bernard hadn't pulled it in time, there is a high probability that the two of them would twist together and get into a ball...

The necromancer who survived the disaster was justified.He struggled in the hands of the silver dragon girl, raised his chin vigorously, and held up a proud gesture:
"Who hurt her? Three years ago, when her mother was ill, you begged me to treat her. What did you promise me? Ask her to do one thing for me, anything. Did you promise?"

"But you didn't say you were cultivating ghost babies!"

"Nonsense, it's not for the ghost baby, why should I help you? Besides, I didn't put the ghost baby in, she was already pregnant!"

"Cough—" Gretel finally finished checking, and turned to join the discussion:
"Excuse me. Sorry, I've been busy just now, so I didn't have time to introduce myself. My name is Gretel Nordmark, what's your name?"

"Master Nordmark?" The necromancer's eyes lit up.He hastily got up:
"On the Isolation and Treatment of Large-Scale Dysentery Outbreaks"? "Studies of Several Epidemiological Pathogenic Bacteria"?"

Anyone here who read my paper?Gretel was a little surprised and nodded quickly.Sure enough, the research department and the research department are relatively easy to communicate with. After a few words, he asked what the other party did:
Using a special method, he raised the ghost baby in the woman's body and used it as a container for the dead soul in his hands. ——The reason why ghost babies are used is because living babies have their own souls, and dead souls are mutually exclusive...

"It's hard to find a woman with a ghost baby! I searched for ten years, and finally found three. The first two possessions failed, and the ghost baby that was cultivated was just a lump of flesh, no bones, and couldn't be used at all. ..."

"You mean, she was pregnant with a ghost baby?"

"Of course! I can't create something out of nothing!"

Gretel silently lit a wax for him.It was already there, but it was just using spells to grow it, so that the front and back would match up, isn't it just a teratoma!The incidence rate of this thing is really not high. With the population density of the Heimen Peninsula, this man can find three in ten years, so he is very lucky...

However, man, what method did you use to grow the teratoma to such a large size?Generally speaking, a diameter of 4-5 cm is already very large, and a diameter of 10 cm is rarely seen clinically!

"You nonsense!" The middle-aged man yelled from the other side: "You must have killed my daughter!"

"She's not pregnant with this thing, what should I do with her?"

"Can't you put it in with magic?"

Gretel sighed.He turned to face the girl's father:
"No matter what the situation is, we have to solve the problem first. Your daughter has such a stomachache, can I treat her first?"

"What do you want?" The middle-aged man looked at him warily.Gretel tried to show a friendly smile:

"We have no malicious intentions, we just want to help your daughter. ——Look, I am a servant of the God of Nature. This lady is an elf. How could we hurt your daughter?"

The reputation of the God of Nature priests and elves is obviously much better than that of Necromancers.The alertness on the man's face became a little weaker:
"What are you going to do?"

Gretel thought for a while, first condensed a ball of healing skills, and penetrated into the girl's body.He is also getting lazy now, and he doesn't want to use a knife when he can use healing techniques.Well, minimally invasive is a trend, so therapy is even more a trend, isn't it?
Under the guidance of B-ultrasound, the treatment successfully reached the appendix.Seeing the swollen appendix getting smaller and smaller, and the girl's pale face recovering a little bit, Gretel clapped his hands:

"If it's just a stomachache, then it's over now. But this ghost baby—"

He turned to the necromancer:
"How are you going to take it out when it's bred?"

The necromancer made a disembowelment gesture.

"I kill you!"

Bernard let go quietly.The middle-aged man pounced on him, past Cerilla, who was deliberately late to dodge, and smashed the necromancer.The hacked necromancer received several heavy punches before propping up the mage's armor and squatting on the ground with his head in his arms:

"Don't hit, don't hit!—I brought holy water! I brought more than one bottle! Surely I won't let her die!"

Gretel stood watching with folded arms.Not telling the truth in advance, coaxing and deceiving, and making the things in the belly of other girls bigger, this kind of behavior is definitely worth a beating.If it was the previous life, it would be more than a beating, refer to the surgeon who engraved "SB" on the patient's liver...

Anyway, the armor was hung up, and even if he was hammered, it would be beneficial for the next communication.Seeing that the middle-aged man swung his arms more and more slowly, and the outer edge of his fist was a little red, he pretended to stop him:
"Sir, calm down first... things have to be resolved, right? Your daughter is a beautiful girl, she shouldn't have to bear this. As healers, we hope to help her resolve her troubles as safely as possible..."

Cerilla hid behind him, blinked, and quietly cast a soothing spell.

The middle-aged man was finally quiet.He stared fixedly at his daughter, from her pale face, saw the high swollen abdomen, and then saw the face from the abdomen.After a long time, he suddenly squatted on the spot, hugging his head and crying.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man picked up his daughter with his own hands and put the floating disc released by Gretel on it.He reluctantly stood at the door of the wooden house, watching the two invisible servants one after the other, carrying his daughter to the [refuge hut] released by Miss Yinlong.The hemisphere made by magic fluctuated slightly, and the figure disappeared inside, never to be seen again.

Gretel, Cerilla, Bernard, and the Necromancer filed in.

"This, the ghost baby I gave birth to, should I solve it?"

"I'm afraid not." Gretel sighed heavily.If it was an ordinary ovarian teratoma, he might still be able to trust the necromancer's surgical skills.But now this...

"This thing grows on the liver. I checked it just now, and the liver has been compressed and deformed by it. The operation risk is very high, and the possibility of massive bleeding is high. This time, I will perform the operation."

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