"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?"
"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!
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:
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?"
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!
Determining it’s not pregnancy doesn’t solve the problem. Garrett continued the examination, the mass on the right side reached the anterior axillary line, and on the left side... it reached the midclavicular line... This is quite severe! Slightly moving it, there was no mobility, tsk, this is troublesome...
Garrett glanced at the medical record beside him and then focused back on the patient. Seraina followed his gaze, her eyes lit up, she waved, and a gust of wind swept out, rolling the paper and pen into her hands:
"Garrett, tell me, I’ll write!"
Garrett scolded lightly. Writing medical records is not that easy, even for interns who have studied medicine for a few years, getting scolded by their supervising doctors during their first transcription. You barely understand medicine, how can you write?
—And, put down my [Endless Ink Pen]!
That’s the light source for the X-ray! About to use it!
Seraina pouted, showing her dissatisfaction. She knew what was important, didn’t reach out to pull on Garrett’s arm, but still shot out a few colorful light balls, floating up and down not far in front of him, expressing her discontent. Garrett looked at her helplessly:
"Alright, alright, I’ll dictate—you write—start. The whole abdomen is bulging, no significant change in shape when moving positions—"
"What’s the word for ’bulging’?"
"Leave it blank for now. No visible stomach and intestinal peristalsis waves, muscle tension in the right lower abdomen, McBurney’s point tenderness—"
"Wait, wait, wait! What and what?"
"...See, it’s better if I write it."
Seraina slapped the medical record on his face.
Hmm, considering Miss Silver Dragon’s strength, that was quite gentle.
Garrett shook his head, shaking off the medical record, and continued the palpation. Hmm, the intestines don’t seem to be obstructed, so considering the pain and screams, appendicitis is the first concern. And, what exactly is the large mass in the right abdomen?
Garrett pondered as he moved the [Endless Ink Pen] up.
His pupils suddenly narrowed:
Inside the mass in the patient’s right abdomen, he saw calcification points that shouldn’t be there!
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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