CHAPTER 677: CIRELLA: GOT YOU!

The maternity building was bustling, almost as if it was about to take off.

From the temporary tents set up at the entrance to the deepest part of the building where the operating room was, the place was steaming with activity. Two midwives and a spellcaster formed a pre-screening assembly line, with shouts echoing continuously:

"Two centimeters dilated! No water break! Next!"

"Normal fetal position! Normal placenta position! Send to the ward for delivery! Next!"

"This one’s water broke! Next!"

"Low amniotic fluid! Send to the operating room immediately! Next!"

"This one..."

Bernard, along with the security guards, moved in pairs, swiftly transporting patients on stretchers to either the ward or the operating room as required.

The spellcasters moved non-stop, shuttling between 20 wards and 6 delivery beds, striving to ensure the safety of every mother.

Outside the maternity building, Lord Graf and Mr. Dodge were directing logistics, while the chief midwife was personally overseeing the front line.

Meanwhile, Garrett stood firm in the operating room. He and Cirella were facing each other, with one handling the surgery and the other managing life-monitoring spells and healing spells.

Garrett was focused, his gaze never leaving the surgical area, while Cirella glanced around, monitoring the heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen on three glowing screens. Once confirmed there were no issues, she would lower her head again, observing the actions of the mage’s hand in the surgical area.

The uterus was opened, the baby was delivered, the body was cleaned, breathing was restored, and the placenta was removed—

"Cirella, it’s up to you!"

"Got it!"

White light flickered. Hemostasis, suturing, from the uterus to the peritoneum, then to the muscles and skin, each layer healed completely—

"Next!"

"Coming!" someone immediately responded at the operating room door. A new mother was brought in, a baby was carried out, and sent to the ward for observation.

With a sweep of the cleaning spell and a wipe with disinfectant, the next mother was brought in!

Altogether, it took no more than 20 minutes.

"Next!"

"Next!"

"Next!!!"

Old Nina, along with another experienced midwife, worked with Joanna to complete the initial screenings. When they turned around, five babies had already been born. They rushed back to the delivery room, struggled to deliver two more babies, and when they turned back again—

"No more?"

"Yes, no more..." The chief midwife slumped at the delivery room door, lifted her apron, and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She glanced at the wall clock, her eyes dazed:

"This is the first time I’ve seen it done so quickly... 20 minutes per birth, three per hour... Since Joanna went in, they can deliver five per hour in the operating room... Our six beds, twelve people, can’t compete with those three..."

So this is... a spellcaster...

If Garrett heard her doubts, he would surely tell her that this had nothing to do with spellcasters. Delivery times in the delivery room were long because the labor process itself was lengthy.

Even if the cervix was fully dilated before getting on the delivery bed, the second stage of labor for a first-time mother could take two to three hours, and for an experienced mother, it could still take up to an hour.

In the operating room, Garrett could already perform a cesarean section in 20 minutes. Joanna was a bit slower, but as long as the situation wasn’t too difficult, she could complete a surgery in half an hour.

After all, in Garrett’s previous life, a smooth cesarean section took 15 to 20 minutes. Using healing spells to trace the incision was much faster than stitching it up with needle and thread.

"Alright, get up!" Garrett’s voice rang out from the operating room, clear, loud, and full of energy:

"Midwives, I need your help! Go and check all the pregnant women, prioritize those who are eight or nine centimeters dilated, and send them in one by one!"

"What—"

The completely exhausted midwives cried out in surprise.

However, this was another advantage of cesarean sections over natural births. Natural births required waiting for the body’s natural processes, especially without oxytocin, while cesarean sections—

The timing was in the hands of the surgeon.

In other words, midwives had to work tirelessly, whenever the mothers went into labor, they had to work, which was the hardship of obstetrics.

If everyone chose cesarean sections, the doctors could complete the surgeries during working hours and then happily go home. So, when doctors advised mothers to have cesarean sections, they were actually sacrificing their own benefits.

Of course, the midwives on the scene didn’t know this. They only struggled to their feet under Garrett’s orders and checked each bed:

"Five centimeters... wait a while, it’s not your turn yet."

"Seven centimeters... soon."

"Nine centimeters! This one’s nine centimeters!"

"Alright, send her in immediately!" Garrett called out. Thus, the cycle of checking, transporting mothers, performing surgeries, and sending them back to the ward continued.

"So nothing has happened inside?"

The sun had risen to the roof and then slanted towards the western eaves. The painter had already left the hospital entrance after walking around, leaving only the young reporter clinging to the man who had invited him:

"Didn’t you say there would be news? Where’s the news? Where’s the news?! If it’s not big news, I don’t want to write about the bad things happening at Queen’s Hospital!"

"I told you it’s not Queen’s Hospital! It’s just new management!" The man in the felt hat struggled to pry his hand away:

"We are loyal to the Queen, worried about her safety, and want to expose the true nature of that spellcaster! As for something happening, there are several healers inside; it won’t be quick. Even with healing spells, they can keep people alive for a while. We’ll have to wait a bit longer!"

Just as they were arguing, there was a commotion among the patients’ families. They looked over to see a young man with a piece of paper squeezing through the big iron gate of the hospital:

"John!" He glanced at the paper and shouted:

"Is John here?"

Three Johns stepped out from the group. The young man frowned:

"Your wife is Jenny!"

Two of the Johns stepped back. The third rushed forward, his voice trembling:

"How is it?"

"Your wife had a boy! 5.7 pounds! Mother and child are safe, you can pick them up tomorrow morning!"

"Oh, great, great!"

John nodded like a pecking chicken. He wanted to ask more questions, but the young man was already calling the next name:

"Christopher! Christopher! Your wife had a girl, 6.3 pounds! Also pick up tomorrow morning!"

"Victor—"

The reporter pricked up his ears, listening to each name, noting it down on his paper. When the young man returned inside, he counted the names and was shocked:

"53? Delivered 53 in one day? Not one died?!"

The man in the felt hat’s face turned ashen.

They had sent about 50 mothers in today, thanks to a big shot who got the list of midwives from City Hall and then coerced them into sending their patients over. This kind of thing, making such a big move—

If they didn’t stop after a few more times, it would easily alert the authorities. And the maternity hospital, in one relaxed day, had handled so many mothers. It seemed that even if they did this a few more times, there would still be no problems...

Moreover, half of the names reported were mothers they had just sent in. In other words, the hospital wasn’t afraid at all.

"So, what do we do next?"

He pulled back his gaze, troubled, and turned towards the alley. As he turned, he saw a silver-haired girl standing in front of him, her hands behind her back, smiling and staring at them curiously.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

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