Chapter 861: You Are Just a Bunch of Wealthy Beggars!

With Cirilla's strong support, Garrett's surgical abilities had become significantly enhanced. The ability to stabilize the extraction of calcium in a small area created ideal conditions for orthopedic surgery.

“Calming Spell!”

“Incise the skin! Stop the bleeding! Cirilla, use a powerful Mage's Hand to pull the skin!”

“Pull the muscle!”

“Extract 30% of the calcium as per my markings!”

“Got it! I’m starting!”

After completing animal experiments, they moved on to human trials. The cases gathered by the Temple of the God of War were substantial but not excessive. Garrett performed surgeries every two or three days, soon reaching Old Morgan's case.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course, I’m sure!” Old Morgan shrugged off his shirt and laid down on the operating table without hesitation, automatically turning to lie on his stomach.

“I’ve waited for this day for so long! Don’t hesitate, do it! Even if it fails, it’s my fate, I won’t blame you!”

Garrett clenched his fists to encourage himself. Just as he was about to use the Calming Spell for full anesthesia, the old man turned his head, eyes gleaming brightly, staring directly at him.

“Even if the surgery is successful, you must become a knight!”

Garrett: t_t

I know, you don’t have to remind me... I wouldn’t dare disregard the teacher’s orders, or he might break my head...

Perform surgery, train mental power, build physical strength, conduct animal experiments, perform clinical trials...

“I did it! I finally did it!”

Garrett threw the Endless Ink Pen and cheered. After animal experiments, simulated skeleton tests, stress measurements, and numerous calculations, the results were finally in:

Between pectus excavatum and scoliosis, pectus excavatum should be corrected first, then scoliosis. Otherwise, deformities in the thorax and ribs, and pressure on internal organs, would cause greater problems!

“Cirilla! We can start the subsequent surgeries! Tell those patients to get ready! Especially the children, they all need to be re-examined and have a CT scan. Let the Spirit Snake check them again!”

All the healers in the clinic stopped what they were doing. Cirilla hurried over, looking excited.

“Can we really start tomorrow? Can all those children be treated? Can little Lya be first? She’s already learned to write hundreds of words with Jenny!”

Garrett nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling. Besides the relationship between pectus excavatum and scoliosis, he also understood the other complications of scoliosis, including spinal bifida and syringomyelia, after paralyzing seventy to eighty dogs:

When encountering abnormalities or growths of various tissues, both soft and hard, excise everything that needs to be excised;

Separate adhesions carefully, loosen everything;

Remove any lipomas and any extra cyst walls, return the nerve tissue inside the cyst to the spinal canal...

Oh, having Healing Spells is great. Garrett thought to himself, if it weren't for these spells, he might have had patients bleed out half the time. Among the survivors, 80% would have had various complications like paralysis and incontinence.

But now, his treated patients were all lively, with two even achieving breakthroughs.

“Cirilla, let’s keep going!” His eyes shone as he looked at the busy patients in the corridor, especially little Lya walking briskly with a basin.

“Lya, you can receive treatment in a few days. Are you afraid?”

“No, honorable mage.” Lya put down the copper basin and walked over. She looked up, meeting Garrett’s eyes, then bowed deeply.

“I trust that you will heal me. Even if you can’t, it doesn’t matter. You’ve already done so much for me...”

Garrett’s breath caught. For a moment, he wanted to say he’d treat her last. Being more experienced by then would reduce the risk...

But he knew it wouldn’t make much difference. Each patient was unique, and he needed to be extremely careful with every single one:

There might be some difference in proficiency between the first and the tenth patient; but between the tenth and the twentieth, there wouldn’t be much improvement.

Only after treating about a hundred cases would he be truly at ease.

In reality, all these cases were preparation for treating the one person: accumulating experience to treat the son of the Earl of Ostend.

“Don’t worry.” He slowly reached out and ruffled Lya’s messy hair, making it even more untidy. Squatting down to meet her eye level, he said, “I will heal you no matter what. If I can’t, I’ll find the Archbishop or the Grand Mage. The most the surgery could do is require a Limb Regeneration Spell, and we can fix that!”

Speed up!

One surgery a day would take over half a month, two days for each surgery would be nearly two months!

The Earl of Ostend was still waiting! Waiting for news of his only son, waiting for the council's sincerity!

By the way, how is the situation in Nederland?

The situation in Nederland was like a pot of water slowly heating up, bubbling and boiling. The lid lifted with a burst of steam, then settled back, accumulating heat again...

After secret discussions with the council, the nobles of Nederland were buying healing potions, magic equipment, and scrolls from the Kingdom of Kent while negotiating with the church and the royal family:

The Duke of Nederland sent his brother, leading representatives of the territory's nobility, organizing a petition group of over two hundred nobles. They traveled to the capital to petition the king and the archbishop.

The King of Brolin refused to see them. Newly married, he was too busy enjoying himself with the queen to bother. Pleasing the queen also required money!

Since their wedding, the queen had received two sets of jewelry: one of gold with coral and one of gold and silver with emeralds and diamonds. Though the queen was frugal, the enchantments on the jewelry, including Glow, Dust Removal, and Temperature Resistance, still cost money!

There were also small banquets and balls, with hairpins, armbands, dresses, and fans...

Ding ding dang dang. The nobles of Nederland stayed in the capital, constantly sending gifts to the palace. Shawls thin enough to pass through a ring, layers of silk still showing skin, horses with fur shining like satin...

Unknowingly, the total value of the gifts exceeded fifty thousand gold coins. From the queen dowager, the king, and the queen, to the head chef and the queen’s favorite maid, no one expressed any willingness to help.

As for the archbishop?

Raising funds for the church was also part of his duties. Without money, how could the church organize an army to fight the Kingdom of Kent? How could it maintain its dignity?

An army required funds for personnel, equipment, horses, provisions, and holy items!

The nobles of Nederland were at their wit’s end. From May to June to July, they were trapped in despair:

“Another ten workshops in my territory have closed.”

“Don’t mention it. My port had over a hundred ships dock last June, but less than sixty this year. Without shipments, we can’t do business!”

“Your ships can still trade with the Rhine Kingdom. All my sugar refineries have closed! I brought the last of my refined sugar as gifts... They accepted everything without a word of promise!”

“Shameless!”

“Shameless!”

“I think we are too proud...”

In a corner, a soft sigh was heard. Instantly, everyone’s eyes focused there:

It was Baron Bruce Perry Hayes, a well-known “Merchant Baron” of Nederland. His territory, mainly salt flats and subject to frequent storm surges and seawater backflows, had no mines, specialties, or notable workshops. Any other noble might have given up. But this baron managed to borrow small amounts of money from neighboring nobles, five hundred here, a thousand there.

Pooling the money, he rented a ship, personally accompanied it, using his noble status to avoid taxes and save small amounts. With the savings, he built roads, houses, and abolished entry tariffs in his territory, attracting merchants—

Seeing roads, ports, warehouses, and restaurants in place, merchants found it appealing. The red-light districts and casinos were a bonus...

Through various indefinable methods, he transformed a desolate town into a flourishing city in Nederland.

“What do you think?”

William Orange, the Duke’s brother, asked in a deep voice. Baron Bruce sighed.

“We’ve already lost face coming all this way to beg the king and church. Since they want us humiliated, let’s give them a real show and drag them down with us!”

“Let’s see who has more shamelessness!”

Three days later, the queen of Brolin, chatting with her friends while waving a silk fan on the palace balcony, and the nobles and servants who could enter the palace, all stared in shock at a group approaching the palace gate.

—This group consisted mostly of tall, straight-backed individuals whose steps were firm and steady, clearly knights. Without considering their attire, their demeanor alone indicated nobility.

But their attire could not be ignored.

Over two hundred people, led by William Orange, wore patched, tattered beggars' clothes. Each carried a stick with a ragged sack tied to it. Arriving at the palace gate, they bowed collectively, shouting:

“Great King, please have mercy on the people of Nederland... Your loyal subjects of Nederland are nearly starving, forced to beg...”

“Ah...”

The queen covered her lips with her translucent silk fan, whispering in surprise. What were they doing? What were these Nederlanders thinking?

Even in the Rhine Kingdom, where austerity was a tradition and

armor was passed down through generations, they never fell to such a state!

Their people, at least, maintained proper noble attire when socializing!

In the grandest, most opulent hall of the palace, Brolin's king, with a darkened expression, cursed vehemently:

“Dressing like beggars to demand money from me? Don’t think I don’t know your wealth! You wealthy beggars!”

Half an hour later, the palace gates slowly opened. Two ceremonial officers carrying gold and silver inlaid staffs emerged, guiding the nobles of Nederland inside.

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