The two who dared to enter the operating room did so not rely out of recklessness.
According to Priest Anthony, who hurried over, these two—Sir Robert and Lord Rivy—had been frequent visitors to the dical facility in recent days. Moreover, their issues had not been resolved by the dical staff.
Thus, upon hearing of Mage Nordmark’s return, they were eager to enter... hoping that if the little girl could be cured, perhaps their problems could be addressed too?
Therefore, their actions could not be considered deliberate disruptions of dical order, but rather as idle patients drawn to the spectacle. Moreover, Priest Anthony whispered in his ear:
“These years, they have been regular donors to the dical facility…”
Given their patronage, Garrett did not send them away. However, he deed it necessary to expel them from the operating room—but not the hospital. Everyone else, except Elder Elwin and the bald bishop, was swept out:
"Set up another room next door! Let them watch from there! I’ll activate the Arcane Eye!"
He personally fixed the Arcane Eye onto the operating lamp, projecting the image into the adjacent room. The bald bishop was sowhat dissatisfied:
"You spoil them too much…"
Garrett just smiled. Surgery broadcasts were nothing new; so top-tier hospitals had begun to experint with them before he crossed over. Besides, he had to let Uncle Carl and others watch anyway.
He personally prepared and draped the dog, starting with an animal model. As he cut through the skin, subcutaneous tissue, pectoralis major, pectoralis minor, and intercostal muscles, he explained to the elders:
"Actually, an incision at the 4th intercostal space would suffice. There’s no need to saw through all the ribs…"
As he positioned the chest spreader, Mage Hand ca into play, creaking as it pried the ribs apart. A pulsating heart was exposed, and Garrett maneuvered around it, whispering softly:
"The pulmonary artery is partly hidden within the pericardium; it needs to be cut open to be revealed… The descending aorta is further back, behind the posterior diastinal pleura…"
Those inside the operating room could hear the explanation, but Sir Robert and Lord Rivy outside could only watch the scene on the screen. The knights barely managed to hold on, but Lord Rivy, after just a few minutes, turned pale:
"Where’s a bucket... I need to vomit… Ugh…"
The dog’s heart was still beating—thumping and contracting! As Garrett’s surgical instrunts, the tissue forceps, moved alongside the heart, a white light flashed continuously to stop bleeding, unbelievably slicing open the heart to extract a blood vessel!
Is this how mages treat illnesses? Ugh…
He vomited terribly, and the room was filled with a sour stench, causing everyone to frown. Priest Anthony, who was hosting him, had no choice but to persuade him to leave:
"Mage Nordmark says that normally, a dog’s heart shouldn’t have issues. Right now, we’re artificially creating a heart problem in a dog to try the thod used to save the little girl. It’s not ti for treatnt yet; perhaps you should step out and rest?"
After much persuasion and support, they escorted him out. Inside the operating room, Garrett’s work continued:
He exposed the pulmonary artery and revealed the descending aorta, making an incision on the neck to free the jugular vein. Then, Garrett paused briefly and turned to Elder Elwin and the bald bishop:
"Pay attention, I’m about to speed up!"
The two healers nodded vigorously. Though the knights watching the broadcast outside could not hear, they too sharpened their focus. Then, Garrett’s movents suddenly accelerated, dizzyingly fast:
He cut about a 1cm segnt of the jugular vein!
He stretched the remaining part, joined it, treated it, restoring blood flow!
Partially clamped the descending aorta!
He made an incision in the clamped section and joined one end of the jugular vein there, joined it, treated it, allowing it to fuse together!
He clamped the autologous blood vessel, released the clamp on the descending aorta, restoring blood supply!
He clamped the distal end of the left pulmonary artery, cut open the left pulmonary artery, and joined the other end of the jugular vein there, casting a healing spell to nd it!
"What exactly is he doing…"
Knight Nolan murmured. As knights, they weren’t afraid of blood, their eyes glued to the screen. But after a long while, they couldn’t make sense of it!
Fingers fluttered, and the transford Mage Hand rose and fell. Cutting, lifting, healing, all within a minute or two. Garrett even paused, turning to begin explaining:
"See, this blood vessel feels full and pulsating. You can touch it yourself… If it feels
like this, it ans blood is flowing through it."
Elder Elwin and the bald bishop, having washed their hands, took turns to feel it. The 1cm-long conduit was slightly narrower than the width of a fingertip, only allowing them to breathe carefully, cautiously touching with the protruding part of their fingertips:
"Indeed, there’s blood flowing inside!"
Compared to using 5-0 non-traumatic sutures for continuous suturing, the healing spell had a natural advantage—fast and effective. Once healed, the heart would treat it as a blood vessel, allowing blood to pass through. Elder Elwin felt it more distinctly:
"The blood flows from this vessel to that one…"
From the aorta to the pulmonary artery. Perfect, the animal model was successfully created. Next, it was ti for the interventional surgery!
Garrett didn’t even bother to close the chest. A saline-soaked gauze was placed, an incision made in the femoral vein, and a vine deftly inserted. Outside the operating room, Priest Anthony rushed over, inviting Lord Rivy back in:
"It’s starting, it’s starting!"
"Can I watch now?" Lord Rivy peeked into the projection room, still a bit apprehensive.
He was a civilian! In reality, he was just a country gentleman, not one to engage in combat! As the heart operated on thumped and was cut upon, he couldn’t bear to watch…
"It’s starting! Really, there’s no blood this ti, it’s very clean! You’ll see!"
Priest Anthony, having failed multiple tis to treat him and feeling slightly guilty about accepting his donations, eagerly invited him in. Lord Rivy sat down to watch…
"So what are they doing now?"
Dog lay on the surgery table, Garrett standing beside its legs, holding a vine, his eyes closed in concentration… He remained motionless, as did the two others around him…
If not for the dog’s chest still rising and falling, the Arcane Eye projection would look like a painting hung on the wall.
"So what step are we at now?"
Priest Anthony couldn’t help but ask. To the left, to the right, several knights and priests who had co to watch shook their heads:
No idea…
"Oh, oh, oh! It’s in position!"
The saline-soaked gauze was lifted, and the two elders simultaneously peered over. At the opening in the experintal dog’s chest cavity, the newly sewn blood vessel’s end shimred with a faint light…
"Don’t crowd so close!" Priest Anthony exclaid. Just as they finally saw sothing substantial, it was obscured again! On the Arcane Eye projection, all they could see were the backs of two heads!
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