The magical assembly line of surgeries kicked into full gear.
"Great God of War, please have mercy on your people, and spare them from the torment of pain..."
A calming spell descended as a white light. The expressions of pain or terror on the patients’ faces froze, motionless. The War God’s priests stepped back, and the skeletons clacked forward, meticulously disinfecting, lifting the scalpel, and making the incision with precision. Above the patients’ abdomens, an arcane eye hung high, with the necromancers intently watching the scene on the screen, controlling their skeletons.
Then, the cleric of the Spring Goddess softly prayed, gesturing with her fingers. In the patients’ abdominal cavities, a stream of ascites, pus, and other waste materials rose and fell into a bucket beside, quickly removed by the skeletons entering and exiting the operating room.
By the way, the skeletons taking on the role of circulating nurses were still rattling in their skeletal frames, temporarily neglected in appearance...
"Garrett! Operating Room Four is ready!"
"Five is done!"
"Eight is complete!"
"Six has been opened!"
"—Got it! I’ll be there once I’m done! Just cover it with a warm saline gauze for now!"
Garrett called back. However, it was clear his pace alone couldn’t match the speed of eight teams. Soon, the casters in the operating rooms found themselves idle, pondering how to pass the time.
Leaving was not an option, as Garrett had emphasized before entering the ORs: leaving and coming back would require re-washing hands and changing gowns, a tedious process;
Visiting each other was inconvenient too, given the limited space in an operating room, not allowing for 24 people to crowd in;
As for chatting, a necromancer, a War God’s priest, and a Spring Goddess’s cleric, with different standings and beliefs, masked and facing each other, initially found nothing in common to talk about...
"Hey, what’s Garrett doing?"
Archmage Edgar suddenly raised his hand. An arcane eye wobbled up from his fingertip and floated into the adjacent operating room. In Operating Room Three, Garrett was frantically searching through intestines, occasionally turning back:
"Wipe the sweat."
A skeletal hand holding a handkerchief reached out to wipe the sweat beads from his forehead.
The necromancers’ eyes gleamed. The War God’s priests were silent. Beside the archbishop, the normally dignified
high cleric of the Spring Goddess’s temple, eyed the screen, subtly moving closer to the necromancer.
It’s not about forming a closer relationship with him; I’m just looking for a better viewing position, yes, that’s it!
Inside Operating Room Four, the three casters exchanged glances and moved forward together. One step, two steps, stopping three steps away from the operating table, reluctantly retreating. They had to; the screen stretched by the arcane eyes was almost touching Garrett’s back...
"When there’s inflammation, the peritoneum often forms adhesions... The mesentery is also likely to be swollen... The edematous mesentery is very easy to tear, requiring extra caution..."
Garrett babbled on. Behind him, silence reigned as the three casters stood shoulder to shoulder, craning their necks, almost pressing their eyes against the screen. In the midst of the Mage’s Hand fluttering, a sudden "Eh" sounded:
"Wait!"
"What?"
Garrett stopped and turned back. Across the screen, he saw a caster in a pale blue robe hurry around the operating table, standing opposite him:
"Is the vessel here?"
The cleric, two steps away from the operating table, carefully extended a finger. At the tip, a long stream of water stretched straight, touching near the mesentery. The finger moved, and the tip of the stream lightly sketched:
"This is the vessel’s position, right?"
"...Impressive!" Garrett looked at him in surprise. Doctors locate vessels before surgery, memorizing countless anatomical structures, with MRI and angiography for guidance. But this cleric from the Spring Goddess’s temple, without using any of those methods?
"Very accurate! How did you...?"
"I can feel it. With the blessing of the Spring Goddess, we can sense the flow of liquids. But my ability is limited; I can feel it after opening the abdomen, not through the skin."
The cleric smiled shyly. Garrett enthusiastically pointed at him:
"Brilliant! With this skill, there’s no fear of cutting a vessel during surgery! Look, before cutting, clamp here to avoid major bleeding, we usually use the Mage’s Hand. Even if you accidentally cut one, no worries, just find and clamp the vessel..."
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