A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 564: Four Years of Effort, Bearing Fruit

"Wow, these vines are really handy!"

"Vines as thin as hair strands, and yet they possess such great strength!"

"Hardly any blood was drawn!"

Around the operating table, a group of priests whispered amongst themselves, marveling at the spectacle.

Elder Elwin smiled approvingly as the priests of the Church of the Nature God pondered their own control abilities. After all, it’s easy to let the vine grow into the body, but ensuring it extracts a tooth without damaging the surrounding areas is a real test of magical control…

As for the temples of the God of War and the Spring Goddess, the priests were a bit worried:

We can’t manipulate vines!

Plant growth is the domain of the Nature God!

"Hey, little Garrett, what should we do then?" the bald protagonist called out assertively, his voice loud and clear:

"You have to think of something for us too! We can’t just come running to your priests every time someone has a toothache!"

His voice was powerful, and despite wearing a mask, it echoed throughout the operating room. Garrett rolled his eyes at him across the operating table:

Should I be thanking you for not getting involved directly? Ah? Just yesterday, you were still using that big arm of yours to choke me!

He bowed his head and continued working methodically. Sir Weitman swished a cup of holy saline solution in his mouth, spit it out;

Healing spells soothed the cavities, and transformation magic smoothed the surface;

Healing spells healed the wounds, guiding the connective tissue to grow and fill the tooth hole;

Guided the cut jawbone back into place, restoring it to its original form;

Guided the gums to heal...

No major bleeding, no postoperative infections, no dry socket syndrome. Teeth were pulled and healed on the same day, allowing for normal eating.

Any dentist would shed a ton of envious tears seeing such postoperative results.

Of course, human desires are endless. Asking Garrett now, you’d only get one answer:

"I still want a dental drill…"

A dental drill, of course, was out of the question. Even with a major wish spell, it probably couldn’t be made.

In the small space of a knuckle, creating a motor that spins at 400,000 revolutions per minute requires a level of technological proficiency, machining precision, and material strength...

Anyway, Garrett didn’t have high expectations for this otherworld.

Instead of fussing over a dental drill, he might as well consider how to achieve the desired effects with magic.

"All right! Here, take this tooth that was pulled out, you can go now!"

Garrett helped Sir Weitman off the operating table, shoved the wisdom tooth into his hand, and promptly shooed him away. Across the table, the bald archbishop was eagerly waiting:

"Hey, it’s our turn now!"

"Alright, alright... Let’s move to the next room, and I’ll start from the beginning…"

I’ve memorized a whole book of Dentistry, just a few lectures, no big deal!

This lecture took an entire day. The 【Silent Phantom】 shifted continuously as Garrett stood alone at the podium, speaking nonstop, striving to teach.

From the anatomy of the oral cavity, to the specific structures of teeth, to various common dental diseases, to the n-forms of wisdom teeth, to the treatment of dental diseases…

Vines could only be used by priests of the Nature God, but knives, pliers, hammers, chisels, could be used by anyone. The Temple of the God of War, especially those muscle-bound brutes, excelled in their use…

From Elder Elwin and the bald archbishop to all the priests in the medical facility, everyone was scribbling non-stop, their manuscripts piling up into thick stacks.

Hmm, these notes, once organized, could be directly published as a book. Actually, teaching this way is more relaxing and enjoyable than burying oneself in writing, though it’s a bit hard on the throat…

Garrett silently raised his hand, conjuring a healing spell to soothe his tired throat. Phew, good thing I have healing spells to rely on, otherwise my vocal cords would be swollen…

He rested well that night, rejuvenating his spirit, fully replenishing his mental energy. The next day, he personally treated little Aveline.

After countless experiments and a variety of supporting techniques, from the moment he first arrived in this world to now, over four years of effort. Finally, he could restore a child’s health, reversing a family’s tragedy.

That day, the entire Karen family gathered. Captain Karen and Aunt Aileen, with dark circles under their eyes, clung to each other tightly. Aveline’s two brothers, Edward and David, stood on either side of their sister, holding her hands and refusing to let go.

Even Captain Karen’s nephew Raymond was there with his heavily

pregnant wife, standing beside Aunt Aileen. Garrett eyed her belly warily and made a point to walk around her:

"It’s almost time, isn’t it?"

"Should be… half a month left?"

"Oh…"

Garrett made a resolve not to leave during this time. At all costs, he would wait until after Raymond’s wife gave birth, just in case he could assist with any complications. He exhaled and turned to Aunt Aileen:

"We can start now. Aunt, please hand Aveline over to me."

Aunt Aileen clung to her daughter, cheeks pressed together, unwilling to let go. After a long while, the middle-aged woman, tears brimming in her eyes, handed her daughter to Garrett, tightly squeezing his hand:

"Little Garrett, Aveline is in your hands now!"

"Don’t worry, Aunt! I’ve succeeded many times before, and besides, the teachers and the bishop are watching!"

The mention of the two high-ranking healers slightly calmed Aunt Aileen. Reluctantly, she released her grip, watched her daughter being led by Garrett into the operating room, watched the door close, and collapsed into her hands, burying her face.

Sleep spell, 【Delay the Pain】, electrocardiography spell, were applied in succession. The little girl lay on the operating table, blissfully unaware, not feeling a cut made in her femoral vein. Green vines intertwined with mithril threads, climbed upward: freewёbnoνel.com

Through the femoral vein, inferior vena cava, right atrium, right ventricle, pulmonary artery, arterial duct, entering the descending aorta through the duct. Under the ethereal vision of the Covenant Spirit, the tip gently circled, the healing spell’s light ignited...

Thump, thump, the heart beat, the aorta contracted and expanded. At the moment of maximum contraction, the healing spell led the endothelium to climb rapidly.

During the shaping of the meditative core, Garrett had manipulated countless blood vessels, a path well-trodden. In just a moment, the protective outer layer, muscle and elastic fibers, connective tissue, endothelial cells, all merged layer by layer, the less than 1cm tear disappearing on the spot.

The mithril thread silently retracted. The previously blood-filled arterial duct was covered with connective tissue, sealed without a drop of blood. Garrett deliberately guided with his mental power, allowing the connective tissue in the duct to initially form the pulmonary ligament, facilitating future growth.

Then, continued to retract, allowing the walls of the pulmonary artery to merge towards the center, forming a smooth and elastic appearance.

The vines and mithril thread quietly retracted, exiting the body. Under the Covenant Spirit’s vision, the direction of blood flow was normal, the echocardiogram was normal—

"Aveline! Wake up! Feel for yourself, do you feel a bit better?"

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