Gret squatted outside the curtain silently and joined the healers who came first.

The oldest disciple of Elder Wood, Pastor Gavin moved to the side and waved to him:

"How about it?"

"Not good." Gret sat down beside him, lowered his head: "They won't let me see."

I don’t know where the chest is placed when the fetal heart is heard, I can’t do the ultrasound, and there are still many tests that have not been done.

The information I know now allows him to determine the patient's condition, and I can't do it!

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

"There is no way to treat those with noble identities. This is how they are. Come, while they are busy, let's talk about this lady's situation..."

The healers said and said something. Soon, Gret knew that this lady was the Count's young daughter and his most beloved daughter;

He is 21 years old this year. Unfortunately, he has not achieved much in the path of warriors and spellcasters. In terms of physical fitness, he can only be considered an ordinary person;

He was married for three years and had a pregnancy once before, but unfortunately miscarried;

The baby has not been smooth since the beginning. Ms. Caroline started vomiting since she found out she was pregnant, and she has not been able to get better yet;

Occasionally there is bloodshed, not a large amount, but it is worthy of vigilance...

As he was talking, the curtain was lifted, and a maid walked out quickly with a copper basin. Gret glanced at the sight, and rushed up like a rabbit in the arrow, and rushed forward:

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"Wait! Show me a look!"

Pastor Gavin didn't even have time to hold it back. Gret had already rushed to the edge of the copper basin and squatted down.

The maid was so scared that her face turned pale. She squatted on the ground, subconsciously blocking the basin of blood with her body, and shrank into a ball:

"Your Excellency! This is a lady's thing! You can't see it!"

Everyone's eyes turned around after this question and answer. Pastor Gavin was inclined toward Gret, looking concerned, and was not easy to stop and persuade;

The magician beside him stretched his neck long, almost writing "I'm curious, I want to know what Gret is looking at" on his face.

However, facing a pot of filth, he was not as sluggish as Grett could hold his face down, and he was embarrassed to look at it;

The Bishop of the God of War fiddled with the holy emblem on his chest and muttered something in a low voice;

Next to the side, the priest of the goddess of spring water subconsciously tilted backwards, trying to stay as far away from Gret, trying to control his muscles without showing disgust:

You can also flip through this kind of thing!

Too disgusting!

The priest of God of Nature is really not particular, oh, the magician is not particular, the necromancer is especially not particular, and he can fiddle with any disgusting things...

Earl Argyle shot over from a distance, moved slightly, without agreeing or stopping. In the silence, only Gret squatted in front of the maid, stopping her from leaving:

"I know! I just want to see if there are any abnormalities in the filth and if there is something wrong. This is for diagnosis, not what you think! Let it go and let me see!"

"Let him see."

Earl Argyle finally spoke out. In order to cure his daughter, others can ignore the filth and put down their figure. What can he hesitate to do?

The maid was ashamed of a general amnesty and quickly placed the copper basin on the ground. She didn't even have time to get up, and used her hands and feet, crawled back a few steps, and directly retracted the curtain.

Gret no longer paid attention to her. He knelt on the ground, bowed deeply, carefully tugged in the copper basin with the mage's hand, and held up a little from time to time to look carefully.

The more I looked, the more serious my expression became. Finally, I suddenly stood up and quickly walked to Count Argyle:

"Your Excellency Earl, please allow me to check it out immediately!"

He looked straight at the count with a serious face. He said it was a request, but his tone was completely unquestionable:

"This method of casting requires you to use your hands to touch the skin of your abdomen without any distance. I can see without my eyes, and you can go in and out with my eyes blindfolded."

His tone was rapid, his body leaned forward slightly, and he unconsciously brought out a little plea. Earl Argyll stared at him deeply, his face becoming serious:

"It must be done?"

"For the health of the lady!" Grett answered yes:

"I just saw something bad, so I must confirm it. It's best if it's okay. As I expected, it will be troublesome if it doesn't handle it in time!"

"What did you see?" The count's face became more and more serious. Gret turned his head and looked at the copper basin, then looked at the count, with a hesitant look:

The big men in this world, the count, the nobles, and the high-level knights, wouldn't they be willing to pull him over and squat there to watch?

After hesitating for a moment, he took out the secret eye ring and used his mental power to stimulate it. A cherry-sized ball of light flew over, and in front of him, a light screen spread out silently.

The secret method eye fell, rotated, and pulled the distance closer. Gret looked at the count, and saw that he had no intention of disgust, so he pointed to the image on the light screen, adjusting the focal length while explaining:

"Look, there are small balls in the blood, like bubbles. This shouldn't appear. I'm worried that there are bad things in her body, so I have to use magic to see."

Not far away, the healers on the sofa pricked up their ears and listened to him. Pastor Gavin tried hard to stretch his neck, trying to look into the copper basin, but he had not found the right angle, and he "plopped" on the side:

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

Earl Argyll stared at the light screen carefully, his brows getting tighter and tighter. After years of war, he had seen all kinds of blood: gushing out, gushing out, spitting out in big mouths, choking and splashing all over the ground...
Chapter completed!