Chapter 114
Linde's breakthrough caused a stir in the city.
People ca bearing gifts, inquiring about the news, asking if their nephews could co work, all in a steady stream.
Garrett remained unfazed.
He continued writing textbooks, conducting experints, and compelling the priests to morize scriptures until it was pitch dark outside.
When patients ca with ailnts that other priests could easily treat, he simply observed without lifting a finger.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. The slowest priest had finished morizing the entire "Systematic Anatomy," while others, progressing faster, had already dissected seven or eight rabbits under Garrett's guidance.
Cut and heal, heal and cutthose rabbits had the worst luck, enduring all sorts of inexplicable experints.
"Healing Divine Magic Antibacterial Experint No. 035." Garrett stood steadily in front of the dissection table, using tweezers to lift the rabbit's leg skin with his left hand, and gently sliding a surgical knife with his right hand. His voice ca out steadily from behind the mask. John sat at a table in the corner, writing furiously:
"Make a midline incision, open the abdon, cut the skin and subcutaneous tissue. Use water created by the Water Creation Spell to prepare saline directly, rinse the abdominal cavity, and let the surgical wound heal. Tag it, keep it in a separate cage, and wait for tomorrow to assess the treatnt effects."
"How many more rabbits do you plan to cut?" Joanna lanted.
Sa rabbits, cut open, rinsed with distilled water, healed with divine light;
Rinsed with water created by the Water Creation Spell, healed with divine light;
After brushing with purification divine magic using well water, rinse again, healed with divine light;
Rinsed with water created by the Water Creation Spell, rinse again after brushing with purification divine magic, healed with divine light;
Open the abdon, rinse the abdominal cavity, heal; Open the abdon, rinse the abdominal cavity, expose for two hours, heal; Cut the leg muscles, rinse the muscles and subcutaneous tissue, heal...
What's more frustrating is that after healing, they have to be cut open again the next day, take blood, cut at, and heal again...
She was a devotee of the god of nature!
Listening to the sounds of nature, communicating with plants, soothing animalsthose were her specialties! Watching those rabbits being cut and tortured every day, never dying, she was on the verge of a breakdown!
"...I mainly want to see how effective divine light is against bacteria." Garrett paused for a mont, contemplating how to explain it to them.
If operating under contaminated conditions doesn't affect the prognosis of imdiate divine healing, the operating room doesn't need to maintain a sterile environnt. For heaven's sake, he still hasn't found ti to distill disinfectant...
"Antibacterial? Are you talking about that short, stick-like thing from last ti? Doesn't that give people diarrhea?" Joanna exclaid.
"...That was just a bacillus causing dysentery, sister! There are thousands of bacteria in the natural world!"
Garrett paused for a mont, seriously considering whether to temporarily halt the following "Regional Anatomy" and move "dical Microbiology" up front...
"Help! Reverend, help!"
Sharp cries suddenly rang out. Garrett paused, turning towards the door. With a bang, the door to the dissecting room had already been pushed open, and Reverend Donald's robes fluttered as he rushed in:
"Garrett! Soone is severely injured outside!"
"Bring him in!" Garrett imdiately ordered. He hurriedly went out, and as soon as he stepped into the hall, he involuntarily took a cold breath.
Blood was flowing in. The injured person was being carried in by two n, the whole body already limp, the head leaning weakly to the side. Thighs, calves twisted into strange shapes, clothes torn in the abdominal region.
"How was he injured?" Garrett quickly approached to greet. Without waiting for an answer, he imdiately shouted, "Stretcher! Stretcher! Take him to the treatnt room! Cut the clothes!"
John and Patrick rushed out, taking the stretcher from the injured, and imdiately carried him to the treatnt room. The two n who brought the injured person were blocked outside by Garrett. One of them anxiously said while peeking into the treatnt room:
"He was trampled by a horse... Little Park was standing in the middle of the road just now. When the carriage ca, he rushed over to push the child away, and then he..."
"Where was he trampled?"
"On the stomach, on the legs... legs were crushed by the wheel..."
"What about the head? The chest?"
"No head for sure! But lying on the ground, he might have hit... the chest... the chest..."
The man hesitated, and his companion decisively answered:
"No chest for sure! He was holding Little Park!"
Thank goodness!
Garrett breathed a sigh of relief and turned to rush back.
Entering the treatnt room, Patrick and Joanna, two level-four priests, were each applying healing magic to the patient. Reverend Donald stood at the head of the patient, and Priest Evin stood at the feet, both praying.
John, with the lowest level, was holding scissors, snip-snipping the patient's clothes and had already cut the entire upper body.
...Alas.
Assistants without formal dical training are just not good.
With a bang, Garrett slamd the door shut, leaving the two who brought in the patient outside. He walked quickly to the operating table. As he walked, he fired off a series of rapid questions:
"Is the patient conscious?"
"Is he breathing?"
"Does he have a heartbeat?"
"Blood pressure... no, never mind the blood pressure, how about the pulse?"
Four or five priests looked at each other. After a mont, Reverend Donald lowered his head and looked at the patient's complexion, being the first to answer:
"Fainted. Can't wake him."
"Breathing... still there," Patrick continued. After releasing the divine magic, he bent down to listen to the patient's heartbeat and continued to report, "Heartbeat is there."
"Pulse is very fast, very weak," Joanna answered the last question in a hurry, adding anxiously, "Garrett, we need to call the elders! Or even the bishop, or even the archbishop! Our levels are too low, and the healing magic may not be enough. I'm afraid we can't save him!"
"Don't panic!" Garrett surveyed the surroundings. Two level-fours, one level-two, one priest apprentice, plus myself at level onethe healing power should be sufficient; the key is how to use it!
"Joanna!" He checked the patient's heartbeat and breathing, confirming they hadn't stopped, and decisively ordered, "You keep an eye on the patient's condition, use healing magic to sustain his life, just keep his heartbeat and breathing going.
Patrick, tie up his legs to stop the bleedinglike I taught youthen get so alcohol cotton balls from the cabinet and wipe his entire stomach.
Evin, Donald, both of you go wash your hands, John, bring the surgical instrunts!"
The Temple of the Springs not only installed divine magic arrays but also specially dug a water well, drawing water up to the surface using a fountain-like thod, and then
used pipes to connect to the examination room, treatnt room, disposal room, disinfection room, and toilet. Garrett didn't even need to leave the treatnt room; he washed his hands with the tap water and started wiping his hands with alcohol.
Unfortunately, the previous divine magic antibacterial experint wasn't complete yet. If it could be proven that short-term exposure to a contaminated environntsuch as two or three hourswouldn't have too much impact on the healing effect, he wouldn't need to scrub his hands to death with the seven-step thod!
Garrett regretted silently. Before he could finish his thoughts, Joanna, who he assigned to watch the patient, was already urgently calling out:
"Garrett, co quickly! He's not doing well!"
"I'm coming!"
Garrett rushed over.
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