A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 604: Presenting Heads, Please Lecture

"Out."

"Out."

"He’s actually come out alive."

"And he walked out by himself!"

The operating room doors swung open (actually, it was the doors of the grand hall, Garrett just needed to cancel the spell), and a line of people streamed out:

Madam Alva looked grave as she strode forward with great strides. Only her most familiar students could discern a hint of relief in the sway of her skirt;

Archmage Grom was visibly shocked, taking a few steps, looking back, and then repeating the sequence. It seemed as if he would dive back into the room at any moment if it weren’t for people following him;

Master Bennett seemed utterly distraught, sticking close to the wall, twisting his head back almost crab-like. His gaze remained fixed on the injured, unwilling to even blink.

As for the injured man, he had been carried in unconscious; now, he was walking out, clear-headed!

His gaze was bright, his eyes moving agilely, and if not for the blood on his face, neck, and chest, one might think nothing had happened.

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"Olivi, you’ve survived!"

At the operating room door, a group of necromancers who had been awaiting their colleague’s fate let out a sigh of relief.

Greetings were exchanged, hands were waved, and some even specifically moved to his left side to check his field of vision:

"Olivi, can you see with this eye? Can you?"

"Really? It’s not just magic?—We heard you shouting that you were blinded!"

"We were ready to start calling you ’Cyclops’!"

"Get lost!"

Olivi, with a deep and forceful shout, silenced them.

The crowd noisily moved forward. They hadn’t walked far before encountering a group of magicians, dressed in neat black uniforms, short jackets, and tight trousers, five per team, tightly surrounding a criminal, his hands shackled with magical cuffs.

Clearly, it was the council’s enforcement team responding to the incident, coming to take custody of the assailant.

Operating on the principle of being on paid leave and slacking off, they too waited at the door, eager to see what would become of the victim—death, paralysis, or blindness?

If he had died or been paralyzed, the assailant would have been thrown into the death cells; if only blinded, the extent of backstage negotiations would determine the next steps.

And yet, they were met with a fully intact victim, who could still talk and joke around after walking out of the operating room.

...What about the knife that was supposed to have gone into his eye?

...What about the coma, the brink of death?

...What about the intentional murder?!

"Ah! ...Ah!"

The criminal roared furiously. Though his mouth was gagged to prevent spellcasting and he couldn’t break free from the magical cuffs, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rattled the chains loudly:

How is he still alive?!

How is he still alive!

My life is over, and this guy doesn’t have a scratch on him!

He stared fiercely at the other, then his gaze shifted to the crowd, finally resting on Garrett. It was him! It was him!

Garrett was surrounded by a group of necromancers, all looking at him with admiration, saying one after another:

"Miracle healer!"

"Absolutely incredible!"

"You can even heal a gouged eye!"

Garrett: ...I’m not, I didn’t, stop talking nonsense!

The reason his vision was preserved was that the guy’s eye hadn’t been gouged at all!

"What’s going on?"

"Didn’t it go into his eye?"

"Master Nordmark, if you have time, perhaps you could explain it to them." Archmage Grom halted his steps and turned back with a smile:

"How about sitting with us for a while?"

"Sure, sure!"

Before Garrett could respond, the necromancers around him were already nodding vehemently. Hands and feet—and skeletal limbs from every direction—nearly carried Garrett off right there.

Since the victim had been saved, matters of the assailant’s responsibility and compensation could be easily discussed. Archmage Grom left a disciple to handle the negotiations on this side and then discreetly slipped away—

Leading the group of necromancers who had come to discuss topics, see colleagues, or just hang around, straight to the Sleepless Tower:

"Come on, talk about it. The knife went in, so why was there no harm when it was pulled out? What should we be aware of in a rescue?"

Garrett, who hadn’t quite grasped what was happening, found himself pressed into the center of a circular lecture hall. A wooden table with a thick patina and lingering bloodstains, reminiscent of an operating table, stood before him.

All around, rising in concentric circles like a deep well rather than a grand theater, countless

necromancers craned their necks, looking down:

"Master Nordmark, tell us about it!"

"Yes, tell us!"

Two necromancers, one on each side, urged him with their eyes:

To his left was Lynn, who had rushed over. His golden skeleton, understanding the situation, had already detached its own skull, ready to serve as a teaching aid for Garrett;

On his right was the narrowly escaped Olivi, holding the sharp knife that had been pulled from his eye. The blade was still dripping with blood, uncleaned.

Garrett was seriously considering, if the skeleton was not a suitable teaching aid, whether he himself might end up as one...

Garrett sighed, took the skull from the golden skeleton (who bowed politely), and raised it high. After showing it around, he took the sharp knife and stabbed it obliquely into the left eye socket of the skull:

"Look, this knife was inserted just below the left eye socket, not touching the eyeball, and even less so the optic nerve behind it..."

"Can’t see clearly!"

"Yes, can’t see clearly!"

The necromancers shouted in unison. Garrett shouted back:

"Cast your own Arcane Eye!"

"Cast as many as you need, just don’t interfere with each other!"

Whizzing sounds followed as several orbs of light descended from all around, unfolding into screens. Garrett picked up the skull, activated the crystal recording the X-ray image, and continued his explanation with the image as a reference:

"Look at the path of this knife... It was inserted diagonally downward, passing through the nasal cavity, the pharynx, all the way to the neck. Luckily, the path of the blade did not damage any vital organs, nerves, or blood vessels..."

The necromancers’ reactions varied. Those focused on human anatomy and dissection listened intently, leaning over the railings, quickly taking notes;

Those more focused on magical studies, who rarely dissected bodies, found themselves confused, hardly understanding what Garrett was talking about. After a while, someone else shouted:

"Master Nordmark, where did this knife pass through? We can’t remember!"

"Yes, where is the brain, the blood vessels, the nerves? Could you elaborate more!"

...Look at this, this is what happens when you perform surgery without studying...

If this were a medical school, such students would have already been kicked out of Garrett’s classroom. But this was the Sleepless Tower, and Garrett couldn’t kick anyone out; he could only roll his eyes at them:

"If you don’t know, go back and look it up! Go and study beforehand! Next time I lecture, if anyone still makes noise here, bring me your head on a platter!"

The organs, tissues, and blood vessels of the head, don’t you know where they are? Do you want me to dissect that victim right here and explain it to you?!

"Yes, bring the head!"

The necromancers were momentarily stirred up. Garrett instantly saw the classroom doors swing wide open, and two robed mages dashed out with uncharacteristic agility.

In a moment, one of them hurried back. He stretched out his hands, holding a tray, and placed it before Garrett:

On the dark wooden tray lay a head with eyes still wide open, its hair, skin, and eyeballs all intact, staring gloomily at Garrett.

"Master Nordmark, please—"

The necromancer who brought the head bowed slightly, smiling ingratiatingly at Garrett:

"This head is ours; feel free to dissect it, and there’s more where that came from!"

Garrett: "......"

What is this?

Real ’presenting the head’?

Well, having a cadaver on hand does make explaining the anatomical structures of the head more convenient...

He composed himself, took a step back, and bowed respectfully to the head. The amplifying magic around the operating table carried his quiet murmur throughout the classroom:

"Thank you for dedicating your precious body to the medical field, teaching us medical knowledge. Your spirit of sacrifice will be forever remembered—"

After bowing, he secured the head in place and began to dissect meticulously. As he dissected, he explained, referencing the X-ray image, highlighting various organs and tissues with different colors using the ’Silent Phantom’:

Ah, to speak of it, he had never dissected a human head in his previous life. In his dissection class, he only got an arm, and that was shared among four...

Had it not been for his travels through the Black Crow Swamp, gathering quite a few specimens and secretly dissecting a few, today would have been embarrassing.

Nevertheless, having a cadaver for a teacher was quite enjoyable. Garrett dissected methodically, moving from organs to tissues, from nerves to blood vessels. As the scalpel danced and he spoke with a smile:

Faced with the dissected half of a dead person’s head, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed he had the makings of a mad scientist.

With the actual dissection at hand, even those necromancers not well-versed in dissection listened intently. The room was quiet except for Garrett’s explanations and the rustling of note-taking. After finishing the dissection and lecture, he couldn’t help but remark:

"Actually, today was still very dangerous. If the angle of the knife had been slightly more horizontal, it might have reached the medulla oblongata; if the knife had been a bit longer, piercing the internal carotid artery, he might not have survived until rescue arrived..."

"Master Nordmark, how did you identify this blood vessel?"

"Yes, how did you identify it?"

The room erupted into noise. Garrett smiled and was about to explain, pointing at the angiography, when suddenly, Archmage Grom stood up:

"Enough! Everyone out! Why should he share his unique skills for no reason? Today’s lecture ends here!"

The necromancers dispersed in a commotion. Garrett watched them leave with a wistful look, his eyes mournful:

Why rush off? I’ve finished my lecture; now when I ask for a technical exchange, you’ll feel embarrassed not to share, right?

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