Gret had dealt with Count Argyle.

This is one of the most powerful lords in the local area. He is deeply rooted and has strong enough personal force. He is a level 15 knight. He is strong in figure and loud in his voice. When he steps over, he shakes the mountains and the earth, just like a bear.

Gret met him, but at the meeting to promote cowpox. The Earl walked in with great might and shouted angrily. The heavy table was about to be overturned by him.

In fact, it was a good intention to warn them that someone was tampering with it in private. But those who didn't know really thought he would beat Gret.

This man has to give face, and this favor is also a must. Gret got on the carriage, and Bernard rode Apa and followed him, and walked away in a row.

The Silver Moon Deer couldn't wait for Gret to ride, and was very dissatisfied and arched him with his nose several times.

The carriage was rumbling and drove into the mansion. Gret followed the knight who led the way to walk up to the second floor and stepped into a large room. He saw Count Argyle standing on the ground with thick eyebrows frowned. His aura was quite gloomy, as if he was shrouded in an invisible cloud.

The room was divided into inside and outside by a curtain, with figures shaking inside, and a woman spoke in a low voice. On the sofa outside, a circle of healers sat. Gret swept it casually, okay, they were basically all acquaintances.

The Temple of the God of War, the Natural God Sect, the Temple of the Goddess of the Spring Water, all of the priests of the three sects were there, plus two medical magicians. The golden threads on the chest, cuffs, and belts were flashing. You can see at a glance that the leader is at least level 10 or above.

This level is even more luxurious than the lineup of the last time the Viscount's family had the congenital anal acuminatum. To this extent, it seems that the situation of this female family member of the Earl's family is really a bit troublesome...

Gret secretly thought about it and walked towards Count Argyle. The Count had already made great strides, shook hands with him simply, and nodded heavily:

"My daughter lost her husband two months ago and went back to her parents' home to recuperate. These days, her condition has become worse and worse. I can only ask you to come and have a look. Please keep her the best and be able to keep her children at the same time."

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After saying that, he raised his hand and immediately turned around, a servant turned around, bowed to Gret, and led him to the curtain. On the way, passing by the sofa area, seven or eight healers whispered to each other, and discussed continuously:

"I feel something is wrong. The breath of life on her body is very weak, not like a strong child."

"Maybe it's just that the mother is weak?"

"I felt something dark, was it cursed?"

I don't understand this...curse or something! This is not a situation I can handle...

Gret nodded to them, and as the servant walked into the curtain, he saw a pregnant woman in her twenties lying on the bed. Her face was pale and swollen. Her palms exposed outside the quilt were white and transparent, and she could see the blood vessels on the back of her hands effortlessly.

A goddess in the spring temple was beside her, holding her hand and talking softly, constantly comforting her. From time to time, white light rose to her fingertips, and stars fell on the pregnant woman. Every time she fell, her face improved slightly.

Gret frowned slightly. The magic tricks have immediate effects, but they can really hurt vitality. According to Grett's understanding, this is probably caused by promoting body metabolism, promoting rapid healing, and consuming a lot of nutrients.

The patient was weak and kept sprinkling magic on her. Isn’t this drinking poison to quench thirst?

He followed the servant to the bed and sat down. He looked kind and spoke softly:

"Hello, madam, I am Rev. Gret Nordmark, and I am here to treat you at your father's invitation. How many months are you pregnant now? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Caroline Argyle Womit." The pregnant woman on the bed replied angrily. She paused, gasped for a few times, closed her eyes and slowed down for a while, struggling to nod to the goddess beside her:

"You say..."

"Ms. Caroline is five months pregnant." The goddess shook her palm and whispered:

"Since two months ago, she lost her husband, and she was overly sad, and her health has been in poor health. The fetal elephant is often unstable, and it has become more serious recently. She has been in bed for half a month."

In May of the pregnancy, the fetal elephant is unstable and has been in bed for a long time to maintain the fetus. Gret skipped it in his heart:

"Can I lift the quilt and let me see her abdomen?"

"This... isn't it convenient? Can't you feel her breath of life?"

This really doesn't feel it. Grett is a shortcoming in this regard, so Elder Elvin once laughed at that even a piece of wood is stronger than his wood, and he can feel the sunshine and rain. He shook his head slightly:

"Then, let the lady stretch out one arm and let me measure my blood pressure?"

Blood pressure was 140/88 and heart rate was 77, which was still a normal range. However, after the next examination, the goddess and the pregnant woman refused. Gret had to turn around and take out a stethoscope:

"Then, I'll turn my back to her and look at nothing. Please put this disc on her lower abdomen and around her navel, and move slowly. I'll let you stop just like this?"

The goddess reluctantly agreed. Grett turned his back to the bed, closed his eyes and focused his attention to listening. Soon he frowned:

"Madam, have you put the disc in the right place?"

"Of course!"

The goddess answered without hesitation. Gret shook his head with his back to her:

"No, no. What I heard was the intestinal rumbling sound, and it was very clear, very normal intestinal rumbling sound. With the degree of weakness of this lady, the intestinal rumbling sound should not be like this. Do you want to test me? So put it on yourself?"

At the angle he couldn't see, the goddess silently picked her thumb and compared her lip to the pregnant woman:

"He's really capable..."

The stethoscope's chest piece was picked up and put down. This time, it was finally right. Gret closed his eyes and directed the goddess to wrap the stethoscope around the pregnant woman's navel, slowly moving it, and listening carefully:

"The fetal heart is very weak... I am five months pregnant, so shouldn't the fetal heart be like this... Can I touch my stomach? I can blind my eyes, but my hands must touch the skin directly..."

"No! No!"

Ms. Caroline screamed fiercely. She screamed a few times, her face turned pale, and she bent down to vomit. The goddess quickly stroked her chest and patted her back. The servants brought copper basins, poured hot water, and took towels, and they were in a mess:

"Miss! Miss, don't be excited! Miss! Miss! Go out! Miss is bleeding!"

Gret was pushed directly outside the curtain. He turned his back to the curtain and silently guessed:

It's been five months since my mother is weak, she is still vomiting and bleeding. It's hard to save this child... I'll find a way to have a B-ultrasound later...

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