A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 814: Garrett’s New Tricks

The ability to use mental power to protect the brachial plexus meant that mental power could also protect the spinal cord and the nerves extending from the foramina.

The next day, Garrett persevered and performed another spinal correction surgery.

This time, Garrett cut the skin, gradually exposing the lateral facet joints. Then, under the guidance of the spirit snake, he spread his mental power, covering the spinal cord and related nerves—

Let's get to work!

The CT scan had already created a complete virtual 3D image and calculated the angles needed to "twist" each vertebra to straighten the spine.

At Garrett's command, a translucent colored light appeared beside the test dog:

This was the "Silent Phantom" released by the tower spirit. Using the seventh cervical vertebra of the test dog as a baseline, it projected the corrected image. Each vertebra's corrected position was clearly indicated.

Bright lines were drawn to form a fine cube to help the surgeon verify angles.

"The tower spirit is really convenient..."

Garrett sighed comfortably. In his past life, these tasks of planning and guiding were done by the Tianji surgical robot:

The Tianji navigation system would set the path for each vertebra, the robot would position and drill, and then the pedicle screws would be inserted. Titanium rods would be placed between the screws, tightened, and the thoracic fusion surgery would be completed.

Human positioning couldn't be this precise. Drilling into the vertebrae by hand couldn't be both strong and precise, but with the tower spirit's assistance, planning, and positioning, these were no problems!

Parts of the protruding vertebrae were removed, soft tissues were cut away, and the vertebrae were twisted using a strong mage's hand. Healing spells were used to guide bone growth, reposition, and guide the growth of the internal soft tissues.

Surrounding deformed muscles were guided to grow and strengthen as needed without excessively pulling on the spine. These tasks had been perfected over the past six months. Now, the only concern was protecting the nerves.

With mental power coverage, injuries to nerve roots, dura mater, spinal cord, or cerebrospinal fluid leaks... these were nonexistent under the protection of mental power and the mage's hand!

The surgery was completed, and Garrett looked at the orderly, normally curved spine and sighed in satisfaction. He instructed the tower spirit to record images, take X-rays from all angles, and heal the tissues layer by layer, removing the peace spell...

The dog opened its eyes, sniffed around, and jumped off the operating table, lively.

Great, no limping.

"Moss, catch it! Don't hurt it!"

The surgery was done, but postoperative follow-up was needed to check for bleeding—no, with the healing spell, bleeding wasn't an issue. They also needed to check for back pain, leg pain, incontinence, and other complications.

A good start is half the battle. Starting with this black and white dog—looking like a border collie—Garrett performed twenty surgeries in a row.

Out of the twenty, eighteen healed perfectly, with an increase in height of 3-4 cm and Cobb angles reduced from 35°-40° to 4°. The remaining two had back pain and leg pain but were within tolerable limits.

Garrett confidently wrote his paper. He first showed it to his mentor and then sent copies to Madam Alva of the Enchantment Department and Archmage Edgar of the Necromancy Department.

Look, the animal experiments for this project were successful! Next, we can apply for clinical trials, and once those are approved, we can consider performing surgery on the patient across the sea!

How to notify the other side, how to communicate with them, whether to use local patients or have Earl Ostend find cases and send them over... you decide! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Madam Alva rushed over upon receiving the paper. Not only did she come, but she also brought Archmage Edgar from the Necromancy Department and Archmage Bennett from the Medical Branch:

"Did you really do it? Are you sure it's problem-free? Is the success rate that high? Can you... do it again for us to see?"

Archmage Edgar, pale and thin, with eyes like burning coals, didn't speak but stared intently at Garrett. For necromancers, witnessing a high-difficulty surgery was a must-see!

Archmage Bennett stood in the back, silent. He had good relations with Madam Alva and the Enchantment Department, which is why he was invited to treat the necromancer who was injured last time.

But you didn't say we were coming to see Nordmark perform surgery! Observing another's surgery as a healer requires prior application and approval; it's not something you can just do!

Garrett smiled at him, unconcerned, and led them inside. He first showed them the preoperative and postoperative images and the surgical process of twenty dogs, then took them to see the dogs in person.

They could check as they wished. Garrett had completed these surgeries honestly, and the records were meticulously written. Any one of them could withstand scrutiny.

Madam Alva flipped through the records. The dogs' height, weight, preoperative and postoperative images, blood loss, blood pressure—all consistent. It didn't seem like one record was copied from another...

She casually cast a "Charm Animal" spell, then crouched by a cage, petting a test dog's head, whispering. What she communicated with the dog...

Garrett chose to ignore. After all, he's just a fake natural mage; he couldn't really communicate with animals.

Archmage Edgar, holding a surgical record, compared preoperative and postoperative images, murmuring and gesturing:

"Like this... like this... should be like this... if we make skeleton soldiers... zombies... abominations..."

Garrett floated by expressionless. Knowing that necromancers studied surgery mostly to create undead... but undead don't grow naturally, so you can't guide their bone and muscle growth!

Archmage Bennett cautiously examined two surgical records, asked a few questions, then stood aside, avoiding suspicion.

Two years ago, when they met, he was level 10, and Garrett was level 6; now he was still level 10, and Garrett was level 8. In two more years, who knows if he'll break through to level 11, and Garrett might be level 10!

Such a person must be befriended, never offended! No need to scrutinize his paper data too closely.

Garrett smiled at him, leading him outside to the animal breeding house. A row of ten dog cages, each housing a large dog with a visibly deformed spine—

"Choose any one? I'll use whichever you pick for the experiment!"

Since developing the rabies vaccine, the number of stray dogs in Nevis seemed to have significantly decreased. At least large strays capable of attacking children were no longer common.

His hospital had made a great contribution to the safety of Nevis citizens.

Under the watchful eyes of the three archmages, Garrett steadily performed another spinal correction surgery. Madam Alva watched the dog jump off the table and run without any signs of paralysis, sighing deeply:

"At least the animal experiments are truly successful. If we can achieve the same in patients, we can talk to the earl and have him send his son for treatment."

She snapped her fingers, casting an unknown spell, and the dog ran back, jumping into her arms. Madam Alva stroked its spine, felt its four legs, then asked:

"Nordmark, can patients who have received this treatment still pursue the knight's path?"

"I don't know, and I haven't studied it," Garrett shrugged:

"But even after surgery, patients with previous deformities will have weaker bones and muscles, and their organs may have been compressed for a long time. Whether they can undergo intense training requires sufficient case accumulation to conclude."

"Then—" Can you continue the research?

Madam Alva hesitated. Garrett smiled:

"This technology, if it only benefits a specific individual, would be a waste. Since it's invented, I'll think about how to make it serve more people."

A week later, Bishop Seiren, who had previously worked with Garrett on the defibrillation project, walked into the archbishop's office with the newly published paper.

"According to prior research, scoliosis is widespread among warriors. Particularly those using one-handed weapons, with a prevalence of coronal scoliosis at 23.85% and sagittal curvature abnormalities at 35.7%..."

"In contrast, the scoliosis rate among mages of the same age group is less than 10%..."

"As warriors age, their scoliosis increases, but knights have relatively lower scoliosis. Early intervention and treatment may increase warriors' chances of advancement..."

The archbishop sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"This Garrett, he always comes up with new tricks...