Chapter 398: The Right to Lead the Operation, No One Else Should Compete! (1/2)

Chapter 398: The Right to Lead the Operation, No One Else Should Compete!

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Apr 3, 2024

Garrett's hands paused during the ultrasound.

What?

What's a ghost infant?

Cultivated to grow? What does that even mean?

He had almost completed the examination, and the conclusions were about to be drawn. Now he's being told it's a ghost infant cultivated by a necromancer?

Garrett wanted to turn around and ask, but he paused, deciding it was better to finish the ultrasound. Getting distracted halfway could affect the accuracy of the examination.

Hmm, the liver is slightly displaced, intrahepatic bile duct dilatation, the gallbladder, spleen, and pancreas are all fine, appendix swollen, no intestinal obstruction...

As for the necromancer, there's always time to ask—Ah, Bernard has already brought in the patient's family, now calm...

"You're the reason my daughter is suffering?—Die!"

A middle-aged man, drenched, lunged forward. If not for Bernard's timely intervention, they would have likely come to blows...

The necromancer stood defiant. Struggling in the grasp of a silver dragon maiden, he proudly raised his chin, adopting an arrogant stance:

"Who harmed her?—Three years ago, when her mother was ill, you begged me to treat her, promising me anything in return. Wasn't it you who agreed to let her assist me in any task?"

"But you never said it was about cultivating a ghost infant!"

"Nonsense. If not for the ghost infant, why would I help you? Besides, it's not like I put it there; she was already pregnant with it!"

Garrett finally finished the examination and joined the conversation:

"Excuse me for interrupting. Sorry, I've been busy and didn't get a chance to introduce myself. My name is Garrett Nordmark. May I know your name?"

"Nordmark, the mage?" The necromancer's eyes lit up. He eagerly responded:

"The treatise on the quarantine and treatment of dysentery outbreaks? The study on the pathogens of several epidemics?"

Someone here has read my papers? Garrett was pleasantly surprised, quickly nodding. Indeed, it's easier to communicate within the same field of research. In just a few words, he learned what the other had done:

Using special methods, he cultivated the ghost infant within the woman to grow, using it as a vessel for his dead souls. The reason for using a ghost infant was that a living infant has its own soul, which would repel the dead souls...

"Finding a woman pregnant with a ghost infant is hard! It took me ten years to find three, and the first two attempts at possession failed. The cultivated ghost infants were just lumps of flesh without bones, completely unusable..."

"So, you're saying she was already pregnant with the ghost infant?"

"Of course! I can't create something from nothing!"

Garrett silently sympathized with him. So it was already there, and he just used magic to accelerate its growth. It matched up; it's a teratoma! Indeed, the incidence rate is not high. Considering the population density of the Black Gate Peninsula, it's quite fortunate for him to find three in ten years...

But, how did you manage to grow the teratoma to such a size? Usually, a diameter of 4-5 cm is already considered large. Clinically, 10 cm is rare!

"You're lying!" The middle-aged man roared from the other side: "You must have harmed my daughter!"