Do everything possible to ensure a cesarean section? Garrett reflexively wanted to veto: "Archmage Seymour, this does not comply with medical principles. The patient has the highest decision-making power over their own body. What procedure to perform can only be decided by the patient..." Performing a cesarean section on the Queen would undoubtedly greatly promote this procedure, but aren’t there too few skilled doctors? The training speed simply can’t keep up with market demand... "Hey, don’t be in a rush, don’t rush." Archmage Seymour raised his hand with a comforting smile, secretly admiring the people of Nevis: They must understand Nordmark so well. While passing messages, they also prepared persuasive plans... On the other hand, performing surgery on the Queen is a profitable and prestigious matter. Only this Mage Nordmark would think of letting the patient decide first! Any other healer, Seymour could guarantee, even if they wanted the Queen to decide, it wouldn’t be to uphold medical principles but to avoid making the Queen feel coerced... But this made him have to waste more words. Archmage Seymour sipped the fragrant tea with a smile, his face wrinkling up: Garrett straightened slightly. He indeed had not been there, but when he first studied magic, Master Gelman and Brother Lynn had jointly crossed Hall Strait. Moreover, among his acquaintances in the council, many were born on the other side. Almost everyone, when crossing the strait to join the council, did so with a life-or-death determination. He asked tentatively. Archmage Seymour nodded slightly: "The council annually brings hundreds of mages from the mainland, and Hall Strait is a crucial route. Besides welcoming mages, the exchange or smuggling of goods between the two sides is also a significant part of the council’s economy..." The old mage raised his hand slightly. The Kent Kingdom, the Carolingian Kingdom, and the Rhine Kingdom on the mainland, Hall Strait, and the seven cities guarding Hall Strait were spread out in light and shadow in the living room: "The northernmost city is the one we’ve been communicating with, Lord Ostend. If he is willing to lean towards us, the council can save at least ten mages every year, not to mention preserving more ships. Mage Nordmark..." He looked earnestly at Garrett, extending a letter: "For the lives of these mages and to reduce the council’s losses, could you facilitate this surgery?" Garrett took the letter, casually slicing an opening at the end of the envelope. Without needing to look at the signature, the flamboyant handwriting on the envelope showed it was a letter from Lynn. Indeed, it read: I heard your work in the capital is going smoothly, and you are about to perform surgery on the Queen. We in Nevis are very pleased. Recently, the teacher and Mrs. Alva informed us that there is significant progress on the other side of Hall Strait... Every time we venture into Hall Strait, we see the bodies of fellow mages escaping from the other side and innocents. I often think if there were a lord on the other side leaning towards us, at least not too strict, some companions might not have died..." This update is available on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Garrett remained silent. Performing surgery on the Queen was beneficial for both the council and himself. The only displeased party might be the Temple of the Spring Goddess, losing their patient; but... Medical principles, or medical ethics, always strictly bound them. Even in another world, without a medical office or superior authority, the code of a doctor’s heart always remained. --- The patient, and only the patient, has the highest decision-making power over their own body. Once this boundary is crossed, the difference between a doctor and a devil is often just a fine line. ṞåꞐo͍𝐁ÈŜ "I’ll try to persuade." He pondered, slowly organizing his thoughts: "I can only say try. The final decision still lies with the Queen. After all, we can’t force the Queen, right?" "Of course." Archmage Seymour breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course. Our goal is to maintain good relations with the royal family, not to alienate them. Forcing the Queen to do anything would make her resentful, pushing her to the opposite side. What do you need?" "I have everything I need." Garrett thought for a moment: "Give me two days to organize the information, and then I hope to find a time to present it to the Queen in person." "No problem! Leave the opportunity for the presentation to us!" Two days later, Garrett got the opportunity. Of course, it wasn’t a solo presentation. On the Queen’s side, lined up in two long rows: On the left were royal family members, close and distant relatives, court ladies, and ministers. In short, those people he had seen during the triumph ceremony. On the right were the spellcasters, led by the High Priestess of the Spring Temple, Mother Mary, and a group of close-guarding priestesses. Archmage Seymour of the Royal Mage Corps, several young mages, Elder Knox of the Nature Church, and several church members. Garrett: ...Is this a hearing? Despite his grumbling, he took the moving Tower Spirit and reviewed the test results. Then, he looked up and smiled to congratulate the Queen: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, everything is normal. According to this result, the fetus is very healthy, and its position is very good. It should be able to be delivered smoothly." The Queen leaned lazily on the sofa, a hint of a smile in her eyes. She propped herself up and got straight to the point: "So, do you think I need a cesarean section?" The atmosphere around suddenly tightened. Especially the High Priestess of the Spring Temple, her brows furrowed. On the Queen’s left, a noble Garrett didn’t recognize stepped forward: "Let Mage Nordmark speak first." The Queen lazily raised her hand, gently stopping him. She turned to Garrett: "Based on the current results, a natural delivery should be possible even without a cesarean section." Garrett answered firmly, completely ignoring Archmage Seymour’s suddenly furrowed brows. He then changed his tone: "Of course, the human body is ever-changing. One moment everything can be normal, and the next, it can change instantly... I’ve seen many such cases in the hospital." "So, you mean, a cesarean section is still needed?" "The choice of delivery method can only be decided by Your Majesty. My opinion is that Your Majesty’s current condition does not meet the absolute or relative indications for a cesarean section, meaning it is not necessary." Garrett answered frankly: "But please allow me to explain the complications of both methods—" With a slight movement of his fingers, a light and shadow display unfolded before everyone. Please take a moment to rate this novel at Novelupdate.