Chapter 621 Bubbles in Bloody Water

Grete squatted outside the curtain silently, 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?"

"Not good." 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 hadn’t been done.

The information he now knows allows him to determine the patient's condition - I can't do that!

The healers looked at each other with a faint smile in their eyes, but it was difficult to show it due to the presence of the Earl. Pastor Gavin shook his head:

"There's nothing you can do about it. Treating people of noble status is like this. Come on, while they are busy, let's talk about this lady's situation..."

The healers talk 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 as a warrior or a spellcaster. In terms of physical fitness, I can only be regarded as an ordinary person;

I had been married for three years and had been pregnant once before, but unfortunately I 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 he jumped up like a rabbit hit by an arrow, and rushed towards him:

"Wait! Give me a look!"

Pastor Gavin didn't even have time to stop him. Gretel had already rushed to the edge of the copper basin and squatted down.

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!"

With this question and answer, everyone's eyes turned. Pastor Gavin leaned towards Grete, with a concerned look on his face, but it was difficult to stop or persuade him;

The magician next to him stretched his neck, almost saying "I'm curious, I want to know what Grete is looking at" written on his face.

However, he was not as embarrassed as Grete 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 water goddess subconsciously leaned back, as far away from Gretel as possible, trying hard to control his muscles not to show a disgusted expression:

You should read this kind of stuff too!

too disgusting!

The priests of the God of Nature are really not particular, oh, the magicians are not particular either, and the necromancers are especially not particular, they can play with any disgusting things...

The Earl of Argyll cast a distant glance, slightly moved, but did not agree or stop him. In the silence, only Grete squatted in front of the maid, stopping her from leaving:

"I know! I just want to take a look to see if there is any abnormality 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 status 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. She crawled back a few steps using her hands and feet, and retracted directly behind the curtain.

Gretel 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, 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 check the lady immediately!"

He looked directly at the earl, his face serious. He said it was a request, but his tone was completely unquestionable:

"In this method of casting, you must use your hands to directly touch the skin of the abdomen without any obstructions. I can see without my eyes, and I can go in and out blindfolded-"

His tone was urgent and his body leaned forward slightly, unknowingly bringing out a bit of 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 have 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 count's face became more solemn. Gretel turned to look at the copper basin, then looked at the earl, with a hesitant look on his face:

The great men of this world, counts, nobles, and high-ranking knights would pull him over and squat there to watch, but they wouldn't agree, right?

After hesitating for a moment, he took out the secret eye ring and stimulated it with mental power. A ball of light the size of a cherry fluttered past, and in front of it, a screen of light spread out silently.

The secret eye falls, rotates, and closes 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 clumps 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 take a look -"

Not far away, the healers on the sofa pricked up their ears to listen to him. Pastor Gavin stretched his neck hard to take a look into the copper basin, but before he could find the right angle, there was a "plop" sound from the side:

The medical mage from the Magic Council leaned out too far and accidentally fell off the sofa. He climbed up slyly, secretly summoned a secret eye, and floated towards the copper basin...

The Earl of Argyll stared at the light screen carefully, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter. After years of fighting, he has seen all kinds of blood: gurgling, gushing, spitting out, choking and coughing, and splattering all over the floor...

He had seen bubbles of blood more than once. However, those are a mixture of blood, water and air, and when the air dissipates, it will naturally disappear. But the one in front of me 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." Grete shook his head slightly and waved away the light curtain. 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."

The earl didn't say a word and just opened the curtain and went inside. The 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 turned around quickly when he saw the frightened look on the lady's face. He reached into his pocket, looking for a silk scarf or something to cover his eyes, but 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 her eyes in front of the bed. Asking the maid to spread the whole bottle of glycerin evenly, he put his hand on the pregnant woman's abdomen and activated the B-ultrasound spell. 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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