Chapter 58

White light fell from the tips of his fingers.

The severed tendon twitched, inching forward a bit, as if it wanted to grow back together. Great watched intently, secretly pleased.

Suturing has always been one of the most challenging aspects of tendon surgery. Whether the stitches are a bit closer or further apart, whether the thread is a bit looser or tighter, all affect the healing process.

Not to mention the 4-0 or 5-0 sutures, the finest being 10-0, which must have sufficient tensile strength;

A 100μ diameter curved needle, with a 23-degree sharp tip, no more and no less;

The needle body must be bent into a perfect arc, but the cross-section must be square to facilitate the use of the needle holder;

The material for the curved needle must have sufficient strength and flexibility, it cannot bend or deform...

Given the industrial level of this world, Great did not think they could produce such needles even in ten years.

But now there is a healing spell! No need to suture! No need to wear a microscope and painstakingly sew six to eight stitches on a 1mm diameter blood vessel!

Although the suturing skills he had practiced on yuzu, oranges, and grapes since college seemed useless now, it felt great!

Under the white light, the tendon gradually grew back together. One strand, two strands...

It stopped.

No way, is the healing power not enough? When he did the simulated surgery before, whether it was on pigs or sheep, healing the tendon was a breeze!

Great paused to think, guessing that the knight's vitality was stronger, and thus the tendon required more energy to heal. Alright, let's try again!

White light fell, and the tendon grew...

It stopped again.

He wanted to continue casting the healing spell, but he already felt a bit dizzy, with a throbbing pain in his temples. Great was very familiar with this state since becoming a mage apprentice: his mental energy was depleted, and he could no longer cast spells...

Sigh, being low-level is so sad. Even for a small tendon surgery, he couldn't handle it alone...

Great gave a determined look. The chief surgeon, who would do the most critical part, would leave the rest to the assistants. The bald bishop, it's your turn to step up!

The bishop's performance was indeed impressive. A fine, dense white light fell, and in a moment, the severed tendon was fully restored, with no sign of damage.

Great tugged at the retractor, tugged again, and the muscle stretched long, with the tendon firmly connecting one end to the muscle and the other to the bone, showing no signs of breaking.

"How's it looking?"

Several voices asked in unison. Great observed carefully again and smiled, lifting his head.

"It should be fine. Pour holy water! From top to bottom, rinse it thoroughly!"

Ah... although we don't have physiological saline, antibiotics, or heparin saline for rinsing, we have holy water, which is better than nothing...

The benefit of working with the temple is that there's plenty of holy water. Large jugs of holy water were poured over, and then flowed to the ground. Great observed one last time, confirming that no small blood vessels were bleeding, and straightened up.

"Very good, the surgery was a success! — Did everyone learn it?"

"Didn't learn it—" a chorus of voices answered confidently. Outside the operating table, the circle of people standing on tables and chairs, each one shouting louder than the last.

"Didn't learn it..." a low, trembling voice. Around the operating table, the priests and knights who had been selected as assistants, all hung their heads, avoiding Great's gaze.

"Can use the retractor..."

From somewhere behind Great, a very soft murmur.

Great rolled his eyes. Are you proud of being able to use the retractor? Are you better than others? One day, I'll let you hold a rebar inside a patient's body, waiting for the fire department to bring the saw, and you can't move!

On the opposite side, the bald bishop, who was the first assistant, glared at him. In those eyes that looked like Lu Zhishen and Zhang Fei, the left eye said: "Didn't learn it!" and the right eye said: "You said you would teach us!"

Great couldn't help but laugh. He gave a "calm down" look and continued giving orders:

"Let go of the retractors! Let go! Let go of the one in your hand, let go, let go, let go! Good, healing spell, close the skin!"

White light fell again. This time, what was presented to everyone was already smooth, flawless skin, with no sign of any wound.

Except for the shaved hair, it looked much cleaner than the other hand, with no trace of the surgery.

Great nodded in satisfaction. With the healing spell, postoperative infections, poor healing, and poor blood supply seemed to be non-issues. He personally loosened the tourniquet, observed the blood flow, and... no, that's not the anesthesiologist's job!

"Release the binding divine spell!"

Great's clear voice rang out. The white light quickly disappeared, and Knight Barron sat up, jumping off the operating table.

Wow... this is much faster than waking up from anesthesia! I wonder if he felt any pain or other sensations when his wrist was cut... I'll have to ask him later. The volunteer the bald bishop found, Great always worried about their reliability. If they are too devout and don't say they are in pain, it could delay the process!

Great quickly pondered. And as Knight Barron jumped off the operating table, the first thing he did was to forcefully bend his wrist.

It moved!

It could exert force!

"I'm healed!"

Knight Barron roared. At that moment, Great even felt the hall tremble, the tiles vibrate, and dust fall...

More terrifyingly, after roaring, Knight Barron turned to hug him. Great reflexively took a step back: "Wait! Wait, wait, wait! — Let me check if your hand can exert force! Do a... muscle... strength... test..."

Great's voice grew smaller and smaller, gradually fading. Knight Barron looked around, grabbed the edge of the operating table with his right hand, his arm muscles bulging, and tried to lift it!

...It didn't move.

The operating table was built into the ground...

Great felt a bit awkward. But Knight Barron's expression didn't change. He reached for a retractor, gripped it tightly with his left hand, and pulled hard with his right hand!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Amid the creaking sound of metal deforming, the retractor that Great had carefully designed and had specially made was straightened by Knight Barron...

"Don't, this is my..."

He looked at Knight Barron, who looked back at him, completely innocent. After a moment, the knight threw down the retractor and rushed forward to hug Great tightly, tears streaming down his face:

"I'm healed! My hand is healed! My hand is healed, ah, ah, ah, ah—"

Great struggled to turn his head to avoid the sound waves. Suddenly, his body felt light as he was thrown high into the air. Knight Barron, Knight Flynn, Knight Syro, and a group of familiar temple knights, caught him with their hands, threw him again, caught him again, and threw him again...

"Put me down! Put me down! Don't throw me here! There are surgical knives over here, save me—"

In the temple, Great's screams echoed continuously, with a long, lingering resonance.