"Hello, my name is Garrett Nordmark, a priest of the God of Nature. What’s your name?"


    "Galina. Galina Sein."


    "How old are you this year?"


    "Fifteen."


    "What’s wrong?"


    "My stomach hurts..."


    Garrett sat cross-legged on the felt, asking softly, while taking notes briskly:


    Female, 15 years old, appears to be of the barbarian race, experiencing severe abdominal pain... Forget about hospital admissions, that’s not an option. The patient is unmarried, nulliparous, with no history of miscarriages, regular menstruation, normal menstrual cycle, period, and amount, and no history of dysmenorrhea.


    Miss Silver Dragon’s [Charm Human] is really useful. When asked if she had any miscarriages or something, she didn’t jump up and hit me!


    In my past life, when asking young female patients these kinds of questions, doctors always had to be on their guard. They needed to observe closely and engage in a battle of wits with the patient, and also beware of being attacked by the patient’s parents. Unlike now, where you can ask anything, and after listening to her heart and lungs, when asked to lie down for an examination, she obediently listens...


    Garrett gratefully glanced at Miss Silver Dragon. Having her around is too convenient, making it unnecessary to find a female nurse for examining young female patients. What? She is a Silver Dragon?


    Well, a dragon is a girl too!


    Garrett sighed and focused his attention on Galina’s abdomen. At a glance, his expression became serious:


    Asymmetrical.No?v(el)B\\jnn


    The bulging abdomen, instead of being highest in the middle and symmetrical on both sides, was noticeably leaning towards the right side.


    This could be troublesome... The bulge leaning to the right side could indicate an enlarged liver? Right kidney? Intestines? If it’s inflammation, it’s already very serious...


    "Garrett, is she pregnant?"


    "Shush!"


    Garrett hushed without lifting his head, signaling her to be quiet. He warmed his hands and carefully placed them on Galina’s abdomen, his fingers together, gently touching around the bulging area:


    He could indeed feel a large mass. It reached up to the xiphoid process and down to the level of the umbilicus... This position could basically rule out pregnancy... If it were pregnancy, the bulge would be lower, located in the pelvic area, below the level of the umbilicus. So, if this girl’s father were to accuse again, he could immediately retort:


    Not pregnant! Where does it look like she’s pregnant! At least, such a big belly is not caused by pregnancy!


    Alright, seems like it’s time for an ultrasound. Garrett quickly finished the abdominal X-ray, pulled out a precious little bottle, and applied ultrasound coupling agent on the patient’s abdomen—basically, glycerin. Cheap, mass-produced, widely used, and can also be used to synthesize various useful things...


    Even if using this for ultrasound, the accuracy is far behind the aquatic coupling agent of his previous life, it didn’t prevent Garrett from carrying a large bottle with him.


    Garrett shaped his hand like a claw, fingertips touching the patient’s abdomen, closed his eyes in concentration, and activated the ultrasound magic. Instantly, Seraina’s eyes lit up, she leaned over, her elf ears spreading out in a circle, revealing a round of sharp spikes and the semi-transparent membrane stretched by the spikes:


    "What’s that sound? What are you doing with this sound?"


    She even tried to touch Garrett’s fingertips. Garrett slapped her hand away:


    "Stop it! Examining!"


    The right side appendages’ size and echo were normal; a cystic echo mass was seen in the left appendages, size... about half the size of his palm, approximately 6cm to 5cm, with thick internal fluid. Right upper abdomen...


    Finger moving little by little, Garrett’s expression became increasingly serious:


    "Right upper abdomen shows a cystic echo mass extending from below the ribs to the level of the umbilicus, right side to the anterior axillary line, left side to the midclavicular line... with septations, clear internal fluid... visible liquid level, with, with strong echoic masses!!!"


    "How is it? Is she pregnant or not?"


    Seraina leaned in again, almost resting her chin on Garrett’s shoulder if not for the spikes on her ears. Garrett frowned, silent:


    Definitely not pregnant, but...


    Suddenly, a commotion arose outside. A dry, hoarse voice, unlike the female patient’s father, could be heard from afar, shouting:


    "My child! My child! Give that child to me!"


    Seraina pressed on the floor, leaped up, and in a moment, she dragged in a thin, emaciated necromancer clad in black:


    "Is that child yours?"


    "It’s a ghost baby! I raised it! Of course, it’s mine!"


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