"Based on my observation, this 17-year-old pregnant woman can't hold on for long. It will take one or two hours at most before she enters the labor stage. As far as the fetus is concerned, it must be a caesarean section, otherwise there will be one dead and two dead.

danger."

Qing Ning spoke again: "Dr. Ding, didn't you tell pregnant women that even if they have a caesarean section, they can still have abdominoplasty?"

"I heard that this abdominoplasty surgery can effectively eliminate stretch marks, belly, and laparotomy scars, and make the belly flat and smooth again."

Ding Ye replied during the call: "Qing Ning, the effect of this abdominal wall plastic surgery is definitely exaggerated."

"It cannot achieve perfect recovery. Perhaps only individual plastic surgery masters, coupled with the pregnant woman's personal physique and full support, can achieve this step."

"Also, this plastic surgery is not cheap."

After a pause, Ding Ye continued: "Even if the superficial skin scars on the abdomen are eliminated through plastic surgery, when you touch it with your hands, you can still feel the hardening of the abdominal wall muscles."

"This is a deception."

"After a natural delivery, given the age of a teenage pregnant woman, and through scientific and reasonable abdominal care and consistent exercise, the probability of returning to a flat abdomen is quite high."

"Oh, but given her current situation, a stabbing in the lower abdomen is inevitable..."

Yu Zhiming suddenly woke up when he heard Ding Ye talking about the situation of pregnant women.

"Dr. Ding, do you want me to go to the hospital to adjust the fetal vagina for this pregnant woman?"

The next moment, Ding Ye's righteous voice sounded from the phone again.

"Dr. Yu, I definitely don't have this idea."

"The hospital has clearly informed you that it is not allowed to bother you with any small or big matter. If it really needs your help, it must be reported to the medical office and coordinated through the medical office."

"Otherwise, you will be severely punished."

Yu Zhiming rolled his eyelids and said: "I will arrive at the hospital in about an hour, so you should be ready."

He added: "Dr. Ding, you definitely did not invite me over. I just had itchy hands and took the initiative to come over."

To be honest, Yu Zhiming's hands are really itchy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't go to the hospital for such a trivial matter that has nothing to do with life and death...
Chapter completed!