"Use Mage Hand to join both sides... Guide the healing spell to allow the muscles to fuse seamlessly..."
"Don’t rush, take it slow, let the muscles connect naturally and smoothly, no scars, no lumps... otherwise, during the next childbirth, there might be severe bleeding..."
Garrett’s face was pale as he wobbled next to the operating table. He couldn’t lean on the table or hang onto Seraina, and of course, summoning that dark gold skeleton to prop himself up was out of the question.
Everyone around was just an ordinary person! It was Aunt Eileen, the mother of the expectant mother, and the expectant mother herself! Releasing the skeleton would scare them!
If only there were a small stool... even the anesthesiologist’s little round stool would do... I just want to sit for a while...
Luckily, Seraina was reliable enough. As she cast healing spells, she turned around to see Garrett in his embarrassing state and compassionately conjured a floating disc for him. Garrett heaved a sigh of relief, his legs went soft, and he almost fell onto the floating disc.
"Seraina, lift the floating disc a bit higher so I can observe better..."
Ah, having a teammate who cares about your situation is truly blissful!
Don’t drop, don’t drop, don’t drop!
Seraina’s healing spells shone brightly as she followed Garrett’s instructions, layer by layer. Just for the uterus, the healing spell needed to be applied four times:
Circulate around once to ensure no ongoing bleeding;
Mucosal layer healed, muscle layer healed, serous layer healed;
Then the peritoneum, the anterior sheath of the rectus abdominis, subcutaneous fat, and skin, each layer carefully joined, then gently guided to grow.
When Garrett made the incision, he was quick. But now, or rather, during the healing, Seraina took a whole ten minutes to heal nearly half.
"Garrett, this is so troublesome... does it really need to be done layer by layer? Can’t it just ’snap’ and be all healed at once?"
"Uh, be patient." Garrett kept an eye on the bedside monitors, calculating the input of fluids and their rate of input, soothing Miss Silver Dragon without looking back:
"It’s convenient for you to ’snap’ it all at once, but inside the expectant mother, several layers of muscles might fuse together haphazardly. When she’s pregnant and gives birth again, she’ll suffer greatly!"
"Can’t it just heal properly on its own?"
"How would it know how to if you don’t guide it? The muscles only know that there’s another muscle next to me, we should fuse together, it doesn’t know whether that muscle is the one that was originally cut..."
Seraina muttered a few words, but ultimately bowed her head and got back to work. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief:
Luckily, there’s healing magic. Once healed, it’s truly healed. In the past, complications post-cesarean, like postpartum hemorrhage, infections, pelvic adhesions, intestinal adhesions, intestinal obstruction, endometriosis could be torturously painful!
So sometimes it’s not that doctors refuse cesareans, but in cases where natural birth is possible, the damage to the mother from natural birth is truly less than that from a cesarean...
"Seraina, rinse! Rinse! Wash it thoroughly before stitching the next layer! Especially around the edges, especially the incision, make sure it’s washed clean!"
"Why again? Didn’t you just rinse it?"
"That was before! The shed endometrial lining, falling anywhere in the abdominal cavity, could start growing in strange places! Then, she’ll suffer from bleeding, inflammation, and pain every month... Better to clean it now!"
"It’s so troublesome!"
Exactly, it is that troublesome. The endometrial lining is particularly tenacious, it can root anywhere it lands. Intestines, bladder, abdominal wall, liver...
Even the lungs, meninges, and pericardium can end up with a piece!
Every clinical operation step, every detail requirement, is summarized from a large number of cases. If you don’t follow them, just wait for the patient to develop all sorts of strange complications!
But is it worth doing all this?
For instance, reducing the probability of a certain complication in a patient from 0.13% to 0.05%; or reducing the average hospital stay from 11.4 days to 10.8 days...
Of course, each reduction in these probabilities in medicine, halving them
even, encapsulates countless doctors’ efforts, time, energy, and, of course, vast amounts of money.
"Blood transfusion can be stopped."
"Hemostasis, remove the invasive blood pressure monitor, heal the wound."
"Don’t use fire to seal the umbilical cord—hey, I’ll do it, just throw a minor healing spell."
"Turn off the shadowless light, stop the calm spell, lower the floating disc... put the mother back on the bed..."
"Cleanse! Cleanse..."
"Newborn scoring... skin all pink... heartbeat strong, over 100 beats... breathing regular... muscle tone normal, wow, these calves are strong... cries loudly... 10 points! A healthy baby!"
"Congratulations! Mother and child are both safe!"
As he left the delivery room, flashing a smile to the family, all the hardship, all the fatigue, all the carefulness, it all felt worthwhile.
Uncle Karlen heaved a sigh of relief, slumped against the wall, sliding down softly; the father and brother of the expectant mother supported each other, trembling uncontrollably; Brother Raymond howled, then covered his face with his hands and knelt down...
And outside, the soldiers waiting to blood, or just having d, all showed relaxed smiles. The previous door-to-door knocking, desperate pleas, tension and anxiety, life hanging by a thread, seemed like another world.
"She really gave birth safely."
"Despite such dangers, mother and child are both safe... after losing so much blood..."
"Little Garrett is really amazing!"
"What Little Garrett! Call him Mage Lord!"
"Bernard! Support him! He almost fell just now!"
"No! I’m not that tired yet!"
Garrett flailed about, trying to resist, but to no avail. Everyone, including Uncle Karlen and Brother Raymond, just smiled as they watched him being picked up like a cat by a barbarian, limbs dangling.
And the instigator, instead of helping him, continued to randomly cast spells:
"Cleanse! Cleanse! Cleanse! Cleanse—"
"Seraina, don’t use Cleanse to pull off my socks!"
That Cleanse is too violent! Even if my shoes are soaked in blood and I want them thoroughly cleaned, you don’t need to pull off my socks!
"Garrett, you stink all over!" Seraina covered her nose and argued righteously:
"If not with Cleanse, then go swim a few laps in the lake yourself!"
Garrett instantly cowered.
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