A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 701: Who Decides if the Queen Will Undergo Surgery?
Garrett wanted to struggle. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Garrett wanted to resist.
Garrett wanted to say, "I don’t need to go to the palace now, nothing will happen. The Queen is a first-time mother; the first stage of labor will take at least a dozen hours. By the time she starts, I’ll have plenty of time to come on horseback..."
But favors are mutual. The Baroness had just helped him, and it wouldn’t be right to show up only when he needed something.
Fine, fine, the Queen is already nine months pregnant. Let’s just go...
Thus, Garrett, with Bernard in his left hand and Cirilla in his right, riding on Appa, followed by Joanna and Nurse Sally, was grandly escorted into the palace by the Baroness.
Watching Garrett arrive at the Royal Mage Corps’ quarters and settle down, Baroness Viteg finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank heavens, this Nordmark mage finally entered the palace. Now he won’t stir up more trouble outside...
Heaven knows, this Nordmark mage had caused more commotion in a month than others in years. Performing surgeries for noblewomen, each delivery providing gossip for the court for days;
The capital’s major newspapers attacked him together, then praised him together, and the tabloids that criticized him were shut down;
The navy and army fought at the hospital entrance for him, and it was rumored that the Radiant Church sent patients from thousands of miles away...
All because of him! Even a hospital couldn’t contain his chaos!
The Baroness handed him over to Grand Mage Seymour and went to report to the Queen. As she left, a group of visitors arrived at Garrett’s residence:
Under the pretext of visiting Nurse Sally, Mother Mary, the head priestess of the Fountain Temple in the capital, led a few female disciples to seek an audience.
Garrett was still organizing his things. Their quarters were quite spacious; except for Appa, who couldn’t roam freely and had to stay outside, each person had their own room, with a few left over for studies and reception rooms—
The Queen’s palace had a total of 1,280 rooms! Besides the Queen and the King’s living quarters, office areas, rooms for nobles who assisted long-term, and rooms for staff and servants, many were still vacant!
Letting Garrett’s group live comfortably was no problem!
When Nurse Sally brought the visitors in, the reception room was a mess. An obsidian skeleton and two invisible servants ran back and forth, delivering various items:
Sofa covers needed changing, cushion covers needed changing, the lace tablecloth on the table needed changing;
Teacups needed changing, sugar pots needed changing, flower vases needed changing;
The blinds needed opening, firewood needed adding to the fireplace, and there were dried fish under the upturned carpet...
Even with two invisible servants and a skeleton, it wasn’t enough to handle the chaos. A tree stood in the middle of the living room, using its roots to support itself, running from east to west, helping out with its branches.
The whole living room had a magical and lively atmosphere. As if the chaos wasn’t enough, the elven girl stood in the middle, directing incessantly:
“Put this vase by the wall!—Oh no, it’s ugly, change it to a crystal one!”
She was startled when guests arrived, waved her hand, and a gust of wind swept through, putting everything in its place. She quickly stuck out her tongue and smiled at the guests: ŔаNОᛒЕȿ
“Sorry, we just moved in, a bit busy. Please sit, please sit, tea or coffee? Garrett! Guests are here!”
“Coming!”
Garrett answered from the study, quickly walked out, and invited the guests to sit down. He apologized with a smile while retrieving the obsidian skeleton and directing the invisible servants to make tea and serve it:
“Sorry, I was organizing materials in the study. We just moved in, so it’s a bit messy, forgive us.”
Mother Mary adjusted her dress, sat properly on the sofa, trying not to think about whether the scenery by the window was real or an illusion. She gestured for her disciples to set down their gifts and smiled at Garrett:
“Master Nordmark, I apologize for the sudden visit. Since the Queen became pregnant, we have been committed to spreading the Goddess’s mercy, serving the royal family and the Queen, and caring for her health.”
...Summing up, the Queen is your patient. Garrett summarized the main point with his eyes:
So, what now?
“Now that you are in the palace, we need to exchange information to better serve the Queen.”
In other words, another medical team has appeared, and information exchange is needed for consultation. Garrett took out the medical records:
“Alright!”
Mother Mary began speaking endlessly. She had indeed been caring for the Queen since her pregnancy began, knowing all the details. How the Queen ate, how she slept, her weight gain, when her legs started swelling...
Nothing escaped her eyes.
Garrett took notes. At first, he wrote by hand, but as her pace quickened, he let the Oak Staff hold the Endless Ink Pen. The staff extended a root, holding the pen, rapidly jotting down notes.
After finally finishing, Mother Mary sipped the now half-warm tea. Garrett quickly reviewed the notes, breathed a sigh of relief:
“Mother Mary, thank you for your hard work. From these records, it’s clear the Fountain Temple has put in great effort.”
“Indeed,” Mother Mary sighed:
“No choice, I’ve watched Anne grow up. When she was brought to the temple, she was only this tall... And it was agreed that we would care for the Queen’s pregnancy and delivery unless absolutely necessary...”
Garrett’s expression stiffened. He knew the key point had finally arrived—who would handle the Queen’s delivery?
More specifically, would the Queen undergo a natural birth under the care of the Fountain Temple, or would Garrett perform a Caesarean section?
Garrett slowly put down the medical records. He took a deep breath and looked directly at her:
“Mother Mary, I have a few questions about the Queen’s condition.”
Mother Mary’s face slightly tensed, but she had no reason to refuse. She nodded gently:
“Please ask.”
“What has the Queen’s blood pressure been like recently? How many times does the fetus move per day or per 24 hours? What is the fetal heart rate per minute? And, what is the size of the fetal biparietal diameter? How mature is the placenta now? What is the volume of amniotic fluid?”
Mother Mary’s heart sank. She could answer the first few questions, thanks to mercury blood pressure monitors, stethoscopes, and the training at the Royal Maternity Hospital. But the rest, what were those?
How should she know?!
“Master Nordmark, are you asking these questions because you insist on performing a Caesarean section on the Queen?”
