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Chapter 400: Why do I feel like having a silver dragon as a nurse is reliable!
Chapter 400: Why do I feel like having a silver dragon as a nurse is reliable!
Chapter 400: Why do I feel like having a silver dragon as a nurse is reliable!
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Apr 3, 2024
"One, two, three, four, five... twelve. Twelve of them. Garrett, no surgical instruments are missing."
"Alright, twelve." Garrett simultaneously summoned a bright light, scanning from the first scalpel, one by one. One, two, three... On the floating disc, the reflection shone twelve times in total, confirming Miss Silver Dragon's count was accurate without error.
There's no choice, according to the surgical instrument counting system, the surgical items should be counted by both the scrub nurse and the circulating nurse. Count twice before the surgery begins, before closing the body cavities or deep incisions, before suturing the skin, and before leaving the operating room at the end of the surgery.
What?
No circulating nurse?
Garrett looked behind him, contemplating whether to have Bernard step in or the necromancer. Better to do it himself...
Thank heavens for healing magic, negating the need for counting surgical needles, sutures, and the like. Recalling the time half a needle was missing at the end of surgery, leading the chief surgeon and the circulating nurse to search for two hours, he shivered, praising himself:
Thank goodness, only need to count the gauze and then it can end!
"One, two, three, four... nine. Garrett, the gauze count is also correct!"
"Okay, we can prepare to close the abdomen! — Give me the holy water!"
The necromancer, with a pained expression, produced the holy water. No choice, he had to pay for his own actions. In fact, many of Garrett's operations made him extremely nervous, fearing a gush of blood at any moment...
Unexpectedly, Garrett didn't pour all the holy water out but carefully added a bit into the saline. While dripping, he explained to the girl next to him:
"Holy water mixed with saline, 1:1000, best for preventing infections. Rinse the abdominal cavity to kill all sorts of bacteria, just in case the healing spell missed some areas, preventing them from breeding in the abdomen and causing serious illness... Suck out the saline!"
"Okay!"
The girl cheerfully raised her hand. A crystal-clear column of water rose into the air and splashed into the sink without a drop spilled.
The necromancer squatted down mournfully.
Ah, everyone's a mage, some have a beautiful elf sister who listens to everything; he only had himself, a skeleton soldier, a soul...
Forget it, now that the flesh ball has been removed, let's see if the soul can successfully attach!
He solemnly took off a necklace. Holding the pendant in his palm, paused, adjusted its position, and gripped it again...
Three years of hard search, three years of careful nurturing, and countless fortunes earned from tasks, killing monsters, and gathering herbs, all invested in it, success or failure, in this one moment!
Magic activated, the soul silently flew out of the pendant. Circling half a round, it dived down into the flesh ball.
Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle.
Shake, bounce, convulse...
No reaction!
"Ah~~~"
The necromancer squatted down, clutching his head, involuntarily letting out a scream of despair.
Why no reaction again, why no reaction... He had patiently waited for over half a year, ensuring it grew big enough, and the flesh ball was completely removed without even touching the capsule...
Right, the capsule!
Could it be because the capsule wasn't broken, the ghost baby couldn't struggle out?
The necromancer scrambled towards the operating table. The teratoma in the steel basin— for Garrett, it was a pathology basin, was casually thrown a levitation spell by Seraina, letting it float by the table. Disgusted by it, she even pushed it a bit further away.
The necromancer grabbed the edge of the steel basin with his left hand, his right hand flipped. A dagger with a chilling gleam slashed towards the flesh ball—
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Garrett yelled urgently. Miss Silver Dragon lifted her eyes, casually grabbed a hemostatic forceps, and threw it over.
The necromancer dove down, narrowly avoiding it. A silver light grazed his cheek, booming into the operating room wall.
"My hemostatic forceps—!"
Garrett cried out. That was brand new! The dwarves just made it for him recently, alloyed with mithril and fine gold, sturdy, rust-resistant, and convenient for channeling magical power!
Hemostatic forceps are more commonly used by surgeons than scalpels! Much higher usage frequency!
Miss Silver Dragon stuck out her tongue. With a casual flick, the magical operating room wall disappeared like smoke, the hemostatic forceps fell freely, and she casually summoned it back. Looking left
and right, it seemed undamaged, shrugged and handed it to Garrett with a giggle.
"Fix the wall! Sterile environment! — Ah, I better close the abdomen quickly!"
Garrett, drenched in sweat, felt like trying to suppress problems only to have others arise. Why did he think Miss Silver Dragon was a reliable nurse again...
Without several years of medical education, clearly, it's not possible to be reliable!
"Wuu wuu... failed again... wuu wuu wuu wuu wuu wuu wuu..."
The necromancer squatted, completely drained. Garrett looked at his pitiful state, sighed, quickly finished closing the abdomen, and went to help him:
"Let's go out, let Seraina dress the girl. — By the way, if you're hoping it would move and jump like a baby with a soul attached, I'm afraid that's not possible, it didn't grow a torso and limbs..."
"How do you know?"
Because teratomas don't grow a full set of bones, and because on the X-rays and ultrasounds, I didn't see normal spinal and limb bones. Garrett silently sighed, grabbing the pathology basin with one hand, and pulling the necromancer out with the other:
"Show it to the patient's father, if you want confirmation, we can find a reason to cut it open for you later."
The walls of the ?Refuge? rippled again.
As the two mages stepped out of the wall, Garrett faced an anxious middle-aged man, casting a volume-enhancing spell on himself, speaking first:
"Your daughter is safe. Seraina is taking care of her, and she can come out to meet you once she's recovered. — This is the flesh ball cut from her abdomen, you can cut it open to see, it has no complete skeleton or organs, it's not a baby, but a magical creation."
His voice, steady and calm, spread throughout the entire mountain village with the help of magic. The middle-aged man's face lit up:
"Not a baby? — Really not a baby?"
"Really not. ... You can cut it open yourself, or if you need, I can do it for you."
The middle-aged man glanced at the pathology basin, shivered, and turned away. Glanced again, shivered, and took two steps back. Garrett patiently waited, unfazed:
Seeing the thing cut out, family members shivering, covering their faces and walking away, or screaming "take it away," he had seen too many in his previous life. In fact, those who dared to come close, dared to touch, let alone dare to cut it open themselves, were rare...
The man hesitated, the surroundings rustling, the villagers who had dispersed were gathering around again. The man looked around, then loudly said:
"Please cut it open, show everyone present! Thank you!"
He bowed deeply, his head nearly below his knees. Garrett smiled slightly:
A healer, not only cures diseases or saves lives but also often comforts. Helping patients elsewhere when possible is better. Otherwise, how would a young girl, burdened with the reputation of adultery, live on...
He flew out two mage hands, supporting the middle-aged man's body, helping him stand upright. Flicking his fingers, a dance of lights ascended into the sky, illuminating the scene:
"Alright, then I'll prove to everyone here, what's in your daughter's belly is definitely not a baby!"
"Wait!" A scream came from the ?Refuge?:
"I want to see too! Wait for me to come out before cutting!"
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