The news from the fleet would take a very, very long ti to reach Nevis.
After all, according to what Garrett heard at the mobilization eting, this fleet would sail normally towards the New World, take a huge detour, and then rendezvous with the barbarians, blood clans, and orcs' fleets in the open sea.
Finally, relying on the fleet's ability to stay at sea without docking, they would intercept the Radiant Church’s fleet at an unexpected ti and place—
Such a series of maneuvers would definitely take more than two or three months. Indeed, such a long voyage was possible thanks to Garrett's breakthrough in curing the sea plague and developing targeted dications.
As the fleet set sail, the dice were cast. Those who had departed had left, while those who remained continued with their lives. Garrett turned back and plunged into the hospital again, striving to work hard:
Teaching, treating people, and accumulating data. He focused on the progress of the rabies vaccine and the research on streptomycin—perhaps other types of mycin as well. He diligently tackled the reading list given by the Lord of Thunder, reviewed recently published papers, and solidified his foundations...
"Magus Nordmark! This parturient's blood pressure seems too high!"
Garrett dashed over. The parturient was grimacing in pain, her face pale and sweaty, repeatedly clenching her fists tightly. Her lower lip had been bitten until it was bloody, yet she made no moans of pain or wild thrashing.
Priest Joanna knelt beside her, trying hard to wrap the sphygmomanoter cuff back around her arm. The parturient's upper arm muscles were clearly defined, obviously a high-ranking female warrior. As soon as the cuff was wrapped around, it slipped off due to her muscles tensing...
"Ma'am, please stay calm! Stay calm! Don't move your arm!"
"Ah... I'm trying... sorry... ha... hiss!"
The female warrior responded intermittently, her right hand spread flat, then suddenly flipped to grip the edge of the bed tightly. With a snap, she tore off a piece of the iron bed fra...
"【Peace Spell】!"
Garrett tily slapped down a spell and bent his knee by the bed, pressing on the parturient's carotid artery. His fingertips felt the throbbing pulse; from his experience, her blood pressure was indeed very high, high enough to require intervention with antihypertensive drugs.
"Joanna, you've diagnosed accurately!"
He complinted her and took over, wrapping the cuff himself. Joanna wiped her sweat and asured the blood pressure again. This ti, she finally got a reading:
160/110, 145/90, 140/90...
The readings continuously decreased. After the last asurent, the reading finally stabilized, clearly a significant drop after the pain-relieving spell.
However, the 【Peace Spell】 suppressed voluntary muscle control, so it couldn't be used for natural childbirth. Garrett quickly reviewed the previous prenatal records, finding no particularly bad signs, and whispered at the bedside:
"Ma'am, can you control yourself and not be too anxious? If after we release the 【Peace Spell】, your blood pressure is still very high, we might need to perform a cesarean section—I rember, your admission wish was to keep cesarean as a last resort?"
The female warrior stared at him steadily. For the first ti, Garrett noticed that the eyes of soone fully anesthetized by the 【Peace Spell】 could express such rich emotions. He nodded slightly:
"After I release the 【Peace Spell】, I will cast a soothing spell, hoping your blood pressure will co down..."
However, the soothing spell was of little use. The female warrior did not scream or call out; she even held back from tensing her right arm again. However, her blood pressure remained high, soaring back to 160/110...
Tsk.
Trouble.
140/90 was already considered borderline hypertension—without prenatal checks, no established dical records, it was unclear if she had gestational hypertension. Rising to 160/110 could easily lead to a series of cardiovascular diseases...
"【Peace Spell】! Soone! Take her to the operating room!"
So, it had to be a cesarean after all... By the way, what level of warrior was this parturient?
Garrett's ominous premonition beca a reality in the operating room. Skin preparation, disinfection, draping, he finished scrubbing up, made the first incision...
And it didn't cut.
He threw a 【High-Level Enchanted Weapon】 on the surgical knife, cut again...
Still no movent.
Should he cast 【Strength of the Bull】 on himself? The duration of this spell depended on the mage level, one minute per level, and he could only last 6 minutes... Could he complete the surgery
within 6 minutes?
What if this lady's internal organs were as tough as her skin, and he couldn't cut through halfway?
"Get soone to ask, in the dical center, how many know the 【Strength of the Bull】, or similar spells!"
A corner-observing necromancer dashed off. Soon he turned back, bringing two priests from the Temple of the War God:
"Pastor Kristin, you go first! Watch the ti, remind when five minutes are almost up! After your spell is over, switch to the next one, remind when three minutes are almost up!"
Under the shadowless lamp, Garrett vaguely saw the parturient's mouth under the sterile drape slightly curve up.
An illusion!
It must be an illusion!
After the 【Peace Spell】, I even threw a 【Hypnosis】, she couldn't have heard!
Fortunately, after the 【Strength of the Bull】 was cast on himself, Garrett was finally able to proceed with the surgery smoothly. As the skin was cut open, the linea alba was only tougher than the skin, even the deeper muscle layers made Garrett break into a sweat...
"Wipe the sweat."
"Wipe the sweat."
"Wipe the sweat."
"Don't use a skeleton to wipe my sweat!"
Exhausted, the enhanced mage hands for suturing were doubled, and the mage hands pressing on the abdon were quadrupled. Alongside, he slapped several 【Fatigue Touch】 spells:
Muscle relaxation! Relax for !
Ah, I always hear anesthesiologists complain, saying obstetricians ask them for more muscle relaxants—clearly it's fully anesthetized, what more relaxation? Now, I finally tasted it myself!
Finally, having completed the surgery, Garrett felt like he was pulled out of the water, his scrub suit completely soaked. He threw seven or eight cleaning spells on himself before dispersing the 【Peace Spell】, and carried the child to show the female warrior:
"Madam, congratulations, mother and child are safe. Look, how lovely this child is!"
"Tsk, all wrinkly." The female warrior wrinkled her nose, looking at Garrett, and her eyes smiled:
"Magus sir, thank you for your hard work. —Tsk, still need more practice. If you encounter a stronger female warrior than , what will you do then?"
Ah, that... When the ti cos, we'll just have to negotiate whether the golden skeleton can perform the surgery... or maybe, fit the golden skeleton with a cover?
Garrett, sweaty all over, excused himself to shower. Hot water stread down from his forehead as he closed his eyes, adding two more tasks for himself:
First, blood pressure asurent. Invasive blood pressure monitors cause too much damage, and cuff-type blood pressure monitors are troubleso and ti-consuming. Is there a more reliable monitoring magic?
Second, painless childbirth. Can it be done? How should it be done? Which magic should be used?
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