A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett looked at Seraina.

Seraina looked at Garrett.

They faced each other, silent without words.

After a moment, hurried footsteps came from behind Garrett, and a thin, middle-aged healer ran up from the crowd, rushing forward:

"I’m here! I’ll do the healing! Don’t conserve healing power, the warriors of our village are my responsibility!"

A middle-rank warrior!

Such valuable combat power!

He couldn’t do it himself, but now someone could help. A few healing spells, and he could let the other person decide when to release them. Is he still human?

Seraina snickered. Silently counting in her mind: one, two, three... Sure enough, just as she reached three, Garrett shouted:

"???"

"Don’t come any closer! Stay at least three feet away from the operating table! Don’t come near!"

Garrett wished he could set up a force field barrier to divide the operating room in two.

Damn it, the sterile standards of the "Refuge Hut" were already subpar, and these people kept crowding forward!

Once he learned this magic, he would definitely find a way to transform it into a laminar flow operating room!

The middle-aged healer reflexively stopped. He chanted softly, his bone staff shaking, swaying.

Above his head, antlers and the staff’s moss-filled pine cone emitted a bright light.

From dark brown to light brown, and from light brown to a hint of red—

A red light enveloped Seraina. At the same time, Garrett’s thoughts moved slightly, and the hemostatic forceps formed by the Mage Hand suddenly released.

Blood vessels throbbed vigorously, fresh red blood flowed along the brachial artery, gushing into the newly attached arm.

Eight or nine pairs of eyes stared at the right arm. One second, two seconds...

Suddenly, the middle-aged healer cried out and dashed forward.

He stood with his hands behind his back, bowing his body, trying to avoid touching the operating table. His eyes, however, seemed to want to stick to the palm of the severed hand:

"It’s warm, it’s warm!"

According to his teacher’s teachings and his own experience, if the hand turned warm and red, it was already half alive!

From the beginning to now, that Priest Nordmark, a fifth-level cleric of the God of Nature, had used only one healing spell!

And when connecting blood vessels, he didn’t even release a formal spell but merely guided energy with a silver rod to the wound...

If such a minor effort could reattach a limb...

Elder Brock trembled all over, his feathered cap and cloak rustling audibly, visibly brightening. Garrett immediately spoke:

"Step back!"

How much dust is on your clothes!

He didn’t lift his head, continuing to focus on the severed limb. The brachial artery, jugular vein, and saphenous vein, all major blood vessels, were filling well;

He touched his wrist, feeling the rhythmic pulsing of the pulse under his fingertips;

The skin began to regain its rosiness; he pressed and released the skin, which quickly returned to red, although it took more than two seconds, but it was promising;

The skin gradually warmed;

The bleeding from the unjoined small vein ends was vigorous!

Good!

Blood circulation was recovering!

He hurried to join all the blood vessels completely, then started repairing muscles and tendons!

Garrett resumed his intense focus. The Mage Hand morphed with his intentions, lengthening, narrowing, forming a long pair of tweezers:

About 18 centimeters long, comfortable to hold in the hand, yet the tip was less than a millimeter wide.

The delicate tip had tiny teeth, firmly grasping the blood vessels from the muscle, preventing them from loosening or slipping.

Although the dwarves had made him vascular clamps, in the surgery of limb reattachment, it was better to have more precise instruments.

Besides, sterilizing equipment in the wilderness was troublesome, so if he could shape with Mage Hand, he wouldn’t use the ready-made instruments...

Garrett, holding the Mage Hand, moved forward breathlessly. The teeth of the tweezers opened, moved forward, and clasped a blood vessel slightly thicker than a strand of hair.

With a gentle pull...

Only under a magnifying glass could you clearly see the blood vessel ends being held by the Mage Hand.

Aligning both sides, another Mage Hand holding the silver rod moved forward, lightly touching the glass fiber at the end of the rod to the junction...

From beginning to end, the Mage Hand suspended in air didn’t tremble at all.

Clearly, its master controlled it with a will as strong as steel, without any dispersion or wavering.

Seraina watched breathlessly until the blood vessel was connected. She

then took a couple of deep breaths:

"Garrett, do you want to take a break? Isn’t this too tiring?"

"I’m fine." Garrett’s voice carried a slight smile, even without looking up. "Don’t worry, this surgery isn’t tiring, I can hold up."

He was truly not tired. Compared to limb reattachments in his past life, compared to any major surgery back then, today’s surgery was much easier.

If it were his past life, the missing blood vessels would need to be sutured stitch by stitch. The needles and threads used were only a third as thick as a hair, and could break just by piercing cloth.

And the doctor’s hands would use a needle holder, holding a curved needle thinner than a hair. Continuous suturing, interrupted suturing, overlapping suturing, a blood vessel would need 8 to 12 stitches...

But now, just clamping, aligning, applying a healing spell.

A major surgery, a surgery that would normally take over four hours, with a healing spell, could be shortened to less than an hour, or even shorter.

The translucent Mage Hand moved gently in the air. The movement was so slight, it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Occasionally, the tip of the Mage Hand would flash a bit of white light, smaller than a grain of rice, weaker than the tail end of a firefly, more subtle than the first healing spell summoned by a priest apprentice.

Yet, within these minute, almost imperceptible movements, the blood vessels were joined, muscles and tendons repaired.

The severed nerves were carefully combed through, then patiently and meticulously aligned.

The radial nerve, ulnar nerve, median nerve; the cutaneous nerve of the arm, axillary nerve, medial cutaneous nerve of the arm, lateral cutaneous nerve of the arm...

Intersecting, interlocking. Garrett sat motionless, head bowed, under the bright shadowless light, hour after hour.

Seraina lay down, then sat up, sat up, then lay down again. Further away, led by Elder Brock, the healers shifted from one foot to the other...

Just watching like this was really, really boring, completely unaware of what he was doing...

The elders had started to whisper among themselves:

"What do you think of this healing method?"

"It’s very time-consuming. I’ve seen Brock cast spells, a half-arm grows out of nothing in just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but how long has he been grinding away?"

"But the consumption is really small! Looking at the spell fluctuations, I could do it too!"

"But tell me, could we do it ourselves, join it up?"

"It looks simple, align it strand by strand, throw a healing spell, and that’s it... But it feels like it needs to be particularly meticulous, and those tools, I couldn’t make them."

"Yeah, it looks simple, but I always feel like I couldn’t join it well myself."

"If he’s willing to teach, maybe we could learn some of it?"

"Do you think he would teach?"

"Exchange it for a Totem Spirit?"

"We don’t have any to spare in our tribe... Maybe several tribes could pool together one, and ask him to teach us all together?"

"Good idea... Vilrad from the Bluebird tribe is my brother-in-law, I remember they have a Spirit of the Azure Falcon..."

"The Azure Falcon is too powerful, can’t be exchanged, right? What about the Grey River tribe? They swallowed a small tribe a few years ago, and that family’s Raven Spirit is not bad..."

The healers discussed quietly. Seraina glanced over subtly, then glanced again, pondering how to get a suitable spirit body for Garrett:

It should have strong benefits, be able to fight, look beautiful, and have prestige when taken out. Ideally, it should also be fluffy—

When Garrett was lost in thought, she could take the opportunity to pluck its fur!

Hmm, I wonder which of these barbarians has a wolf spirit? Last time when choosing mounts, Garrett seemed quite interested in the Silver Wolf...

The Silver Dragon girl’s eyes darted about, one thought after another bubbling up. Finally, Garrett straightened up, stretching hugely:

"Seraina, the healing spell! Finish the skin healing, then scan from top to bottom, and that’s it!"

"Got it!"

The Silver Dragon girl sprang up energetically.

Healing minor injuries, then another healing minor injuries, a few balls of white light tossed over, skin wounds, bruises, and hematomas healed;

Then a healing moderate injuries spell, from a fist’s height above the broken arm down to the fingertips, scanning bit by bit;

Finally, picking up the arm, flipping it over to check—

"All good, all right! Hey, you get up!"

With a slap of her hand, the immobilization spell was released. Seraina jumped down from the floating disc, incredulously touching her right arm,

from top to bottom, from bottom to top, pinching each finger from thumb to little finger.—Really! It’s real! Both hands, the tips of both hands, could feel!

He waved his arm, clenched his fist, then, sidestepping, gathered momentum. Garrett didn’t even have time to stop him when he saw him swing two punches into the air, the sound of breaking wind resounding.

Garrett: "…Don’t move! Come here! Let me check your arm! Don’t exert too much force, start rehab gradually, be careful some parts might not have healed properly!"

Seraina turned to Garrett with a face full of ecstatic tears. With a thud, she fell prostrate. When she raised her head again, her face was covered in tears:

"My lord! My benefactor!—From now on, this life of Seraina’s is yours!"

Thanks, but I’m not really interested. By the way, how many contribution points does reattaching an arm for such a middle-rank warrior count for?

Enough to exchange for one-tenth of a Totem Spirit?

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