Sir Levi appeared confused, and several knights watching the operation seemed half-interested, nearly yawning. Only Captain Karen kept his eyes glued to the screen, unblinking.
This middle-aged man, through the screen, watched the operation table where a motionless lab dog lay. His thick brows furrowed, filled with worry:
In a while, his little Ivy would also lie on the bed unknowingly, with a vine inserted into her vein?
"Donât worry," Mage Anthony came over to comfort him:
"Garrett always knows what heâs doing. Besides, isnât the teacher also inside?"
The "teacher" was also watching like a student. Although they couldnât share the vision of the small snake, through X-rays, they could see how the vine was moving inside the dog:
Up the femoral vein, entering the heart, exiting the heart, reaching the vessels. Then, the healing spellâs faint white light flickered where the aorta met the duct...
"Done! Itâs finished!"
"Really finished? What about inside that blood vessel?"
The bald bishop couldnât wait to touch it. His fingers pressed down, feeling a bit hard and resilient, no longer sensing the pulsation of the vessel. Garrett smiled and gestured:
"Cut it open to see?"
"Eh? Can it be cut?"
"Of course! â Ah, donât insert the scissors too deep, be careful not to damage other organs â donât tilt! A tilt would mean the aorta and pulmonary artery! Never mind, Iâll cut it..."
With a snap of the scissors, the previously hollow blood vessel had turned solid!
Of course, if it were natural human growth, this would be the pulmonary ligament; what Garrett induced wouldnât turn into a ligament, but it needed to be filled with connective tissue.
You should know, one of the sequelae of patent ductus arteriosus intervention is bleeding!
The two elders looked left and right, finally relieved. Garrett withdrew the mithril wire and vine, healed the femoral vein wound, and closed the chest layer by layer. The healing spells fell one layer at a time, covering ribs, pleura, muscles, subcutaneous tissues...
With the calming spell lifted, the lab dog immediately got up. As soon as the operation room door opened, it happily ran out, caught by Captain Karen in a swift motion, who thoroughly checked it from head to toeâ
Aside from its bodyâs left side, from the forelimb to the left hind leg, being completely shaved, it was an energetic and lively dog.
"How about that? Now you can rest easy, right?"
Elder Elwin slowly walked out, leaning on the doorframe, smiling at him. Captain Karen kneeled on the ground, embarrassingly looking up and smiling, his eyes suddenly reddening:
"My little Ivy... this time, sheâs really going to be alright..."
You canât just hold a dog and cry! Look, the dog is about to bite you!
After some struggle, Garrett washed his hands, changed his clothes, and came out to reassure them. Captain Karen wiped away his tears and snot, finally resolved:
"I leave little Ivy in your hands! Whatever you say is the treatment, thatâs what weâll do!"
"Alright! ...But itâll have to be tomorrow, I need to restore my energy, and have my spell slots refilled before we proceed..."
"Okay, Iâll listen to you!"
Garrett sighed in relief. Thank goodness, the persuasion was finally over, and tomorrow the surgery could proceed!
Hmm, his mental energy was also nearly depleted today, he needed to find a place to sleep well, rejuvenate... or maybe meditate? Where to meditate? In the hospital? Or go to the Mage Tower?
It was indeed also time to visit Mage Gelman...
While pondering this, two heads popped up from either side:
"Master Nordmark? Are you available to speak now?"
Damn, Knight Robert, Sir Levi. Garrett scrambled for a label:
Incurable diseases, unsuccessful treatments.
Since it was an incurable disease, he, as the hospital director, had to shoulder the burden. Garrett wiped his face and switched to a work-specific smile:
"No problem. â Gentlemen, shall we sit over here?"
The three moved to the consultation room, and after a bit of polite refusal back and forth, it was Robert Knightâs turn. He wasnât there for himself but because his eldest sonâs injury was a bit tricky. Garrett arranged for him to come tomorrowâor maybe in two or three days. Whatever the matter, theyâd discuss it after seeing the patient.
Then it was Sir Leviâs turn. This old fellow sat down in front of Garrett, habitually tilting his head, resting his cheek in his hand, and began sighing:
"My tooth hurts so much..."
Garrett silently took note of the chief complaint, reminded of a time in Nevis City when a man complained of tooth pain but was diagnosed with a heart attack.
âWhat happened to that old man? There seemed to be an emergency at a banquet, and he was dragged away, never followed up... Did he have a heart attack? Was he saved?
Hopefully, this wasnât a heart attackâno, if it were, he still had ways to save him, if not, just plain tooth pain, he was ill-equipped!
Garrett collected his thoughts and kindly asked:
"Which part hurts? How many days has it been hurting?"
"Just..." Sir Levi tried to puff out his cheeks, pointing deep on one side with his finger: "Right on the edge..."
Damn, molars, even wisdom teeth. Garrett sighed, had Anthony the Priest follow along a bit regretfully explaining:
"Itâs been treated for several days. Every time a healing spell is cast, it gets better, then the next day it starts hurting again. Weâve tried everything: clove packs, drinking mandrake water, fairy concoctions, marigold water gargles, everything, and it still hurts the next day..."
Garrett silently invited him to sit on the chair, trying to look up. A beam of Illumination Spell flew into his mouth, tapping each tooth, the situation was quite clear:
Pain in the lower right second molar.
The gum around the molar was all red and swollen, a clear sign of inflammation.
As for the wisdom tooth, it wasnât visible in the mouth. Garrett counted again, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... no eight. No third molar, probably impacted?
Damn, letâs take an X-ray. Garrett took out the
Endless Ink Pen
, placed it behind Sir Leviâs head, and unfolded the
Detection Magic
. As his meditative vision brightened, Garrett sighed.
"This... your wisdom tooth, itâs growing sideways, pressing against the front tooth roots! If left untreated, no matter how much you treat the outer tooth, itâll still hurt!"
Sir Levi looked at him blankly. Garrett silently summoned the
Silent Phantom
, pointing it out to him:
"See, thereâs another tooth here, buried under the gum..."
After much effort, he finally explained it clearly. Sir Levi looked at Garrett eagerly:
"Master Nordmark, what should we do?"
...This question, ask a million oral surgeons, and a million and one will tell you, extract itâthe extra one is the nurse beside you. But Garrett...
Garrett wanted to cry.
He wasnât specialized in dentistry! Dentistry and clinical are two different categories! Theyâve been different since the start of school!
And he still had no tools... cough, he should have extorted a set of dental tools when in the Dwarf Kingdom...
How to perform this surgery?
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