"Ugh, being questioned..." Garrett’s expression remained unchanged. Such doubts were within his expectations, and compared to the attacks he faced in his previous life, this was nothing. At least, in this setting, these nobles and spellcasters were reasonable. Of course, the accusation of threatening or controlling the Queen was absolutely unacceptable. Garrett politely bowed to the Queen. When he spoke again, his tone was as calm as ever: "First of all, what I stated are facts. Those of you who have cared for pregnant women, even if you haven’t done statistical analyses, should have a fair understanding. Moreover, those of you who have given birth yourselves should have personal experiences." The highest-ranking lady beside the Queen, Duchess Swinton, slightly frowned but did not refute. She knew these things well, as did every elderly woman who had given birth. But saying it openly? Wasn’t this meant to scare young girls from getting married and having children? However, it was inappropriate to criticize this openly. Otherwise, even she and the older ladies would appear to be deceiving the Queen. She just coldly said: "Next, I only stated half of my argument before." Garrett replied confidently: "Caesarean sections, compared to natural births, naturally have their disadvantages. For example, the incidence of intraoperative hypotension is significantly higher, requiring special attention to adjust the position, and if necessary, using the Encouragement Spell to elevate blood pressure." "These are minor flaws." The Duchess was somewhat impatient. Garrett smiled bitterly; she didn’t understand how terrifying low blood pressure could be. In the middle of childbirth, the woman could faint, her blood pressure could drop to unmeasurable levels, and the heart could fail to pump blood to the brain. However, Garrett did not dwell on this. He smiled slightly and added: "Due to the relatively short practice of Caesarean sections, the long-term complications are not clear. I speculate that if divine healing is too rough and the uterine scar is not well handled, there might be massive bleeding in the next pregnancy." This was considered self-exposing a shortcoming and indeed a significant one. Duchess Swinton nodded slightly, saying no more. Garrett bowed again: "The most important pros and cons of the two delivery methods have been stated. Given Her Majesty’s current condition, choosing natural birth is also safe and smooth—if combined with pain-relieving spells, it can also be painless." He stood upright, looking calm: "Everything is up to Her Majesty. My team and I are ready to serve you at any time." Grand Mage Rafael Seymour bowed his head, hiding the smile spreading to his lips. Garrett’s statement was solid, all backed by data and documented cases, unafraid of scrutiny and review. This is how spellcasters surpass others—through straightforward, solid research capabilities and advanced technology. If you’re not convinced, then hold it in. 𝘙Άɴ𝐎ΒĘṨ The High Priest of the Spring Goddess Temple had a gloomy look. This Nordmark mage spoke eloquently, but did the Queen have any other choice? Would she really choose anything else? Any woman with the option wouldn’t choose differently— Prince Anthony, standing beside the Queen, lowered his gaze to her gown spread at his feet, his eyes shifting constantly. Male pride, the worry of his wife’s body being seen by other men, Garrett’s demonstration that day, and his statement just now swirled in his mind. Finally, he reached out, clasping the Queen’s cool fingers. "Your safety and comfort are paramount, my dear." He bent down, whispering beside her hair: "Whatever you think is best." Following this statement, Garrett faced no obstacles in securing the right to lead the surgery. Three days later, after all preparations were declared complete, Garrett performed the most luxurious surgery since he traveled through time: During preoperative preparations, spellcasters rotated in shifts to monitor the Queen’s heart rate, blood pressure, and fetal heart rate; Before the surgery started, the priestesses of the Spring Goddess Temple moved in and out, disinfecting, spreading surgical drapes, and prepping the Queen. When Garrett entered after scrubbing his hands, everything was ready; During the surgery, Cirilla stood by, maintaining all monitoring spells, allowing Garrett to focus solely on the surgery, with nothing else to worry about; Outside, a line of young men waited, the pre-designated mobile blood banks. Spellcasters from the War God Temple stood with blood-collecting needles, ready to draw blood at Garrett’s command. This was the true demeanor of top-level surgeons! With junior doctors, anesthesiologists, and enough blood supply, all Garrett had to do was perform the surgery! Wearing brand new high-temperature sterilized sterile garments, with assistants helping to tie the straps, and after the surgery, someone helped him remove the sterile garments and dispose of them. The sterile surgical gown was even made of silk, not the ragged non-woven fabric from his past life, washed repeatedly with broken straps reattached! An unprecedented luxury! The surgery’s success was inevitable; he didn’t even need to transfuse blood. The next day, all major newspapers in the capital headlined the joyful news: "The Queen gave birth to a son yesterday; both mother and child are safe…" The nobles who had been waiting with bated breath sighed in relief. The citizens of the capital, who had been waiting with bated breath, sighed in relief. The people of the Kent Kingdom, who had been waiting with bated breath, whether they could read the newspaper or heard it read aloud in taverns and notice boards, all sighed in relief: Mother and child are safe! Thank God, the kingdom doesn’t need to change rulers, ensuring decades of stability from the King to the heir! And in the newspaper’s corner, an inconspicuous piece of news stated, "The Queen’s Caesarean section was led by Mage Nordmark," which could easily be overlooked but not by the keen-eyed. For instance, the liaison from the Parliament stationed in Ostend smiled as he handed the newspaper to the Count: "Now we can rest assured, right? The Queen agreeing to a Caesarean section by Mage Nordmark shows the procedure is very mature and that Mage Nordmark has the ability to create new surgical methods!" Original content can be found at novel-fire.ɴet "The Messenger," "Current Affairs News," and "Capital Review," such reputable newspapers, would never spread falsehoods! Count Ostend flipped through the newspaper with a serious expression. Performing a Caesarean section was indeed not easy, but it was different from his son’s situation. "Could that Mage Nordmark come here?" "I’m afraid not... after what he has done recently, the Radiant Church likely increased their surveillance on him. It would be too dangerous for him to cross the strait now... or, you could send your son over?" The Radiant Church was indeed agitated again. The Grand Inquisitor slammed the news on the table, his voice cold with anger: "She’s a false queen, after all, without any royal dignity, allowing those heretic mages to operate on her! — And that Nordmark, why hasn’t he been eliminated yet? Inform Lucien, if it drags on any longer, he should go himself!" Please take a moment to rate this novel at Novelupdate.