A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett lightly closed his eyes, with five tendrils of vine floating out from each palm, clinging close to his fingers and wriggling forward.

Since advancing to a fifth-level priest, especially after a period of intense treatments recently, Garrett had become increasingly proficient with his vines. The ten tendrils moved as extensions of his fingers, gently shifting with the movements of his fingertips—drilling, stabbing, hooking, slicing...

Garrett’s lips curled into a slight smile. It’s easy to get used to luxury, but hard to revert to simplicity. Compared to the mosquito clamps he was accustomed to in his previous life, the vines were lighter and more agile, and the feedback was more accurate. Once accustomed to the vines, there was no going back.

Except for the lack of temperature—of course, the clamps didn’t have temperature either—those vines seemed as if they were growing directly from his fingertips!

Around Garrett, a crowd stood packed around the table, daring not even to breathe heavily. Watching as his left thumb and index finger slightly bent inward before slightly spreading apart. His right index finger suddenly lifted, pulled back, and then straightened, thrusting forward—

The vine at the fingertip also stretched tight, stabbing forward like a sharp sword.

"What is he doing?"

An old man asked in a low voice. Several high-level casters shook their heads, only Priest Matthew’s eyes gleamed: as a fellow servant of the God of Nature, he had never imagined that the vines he was used to could perform such delicate maneuvers.

The two tendrils on the left fingertip grabbed two bundles of muscles and gently pulled them apart to each side. The right index finger’s vine, following the fingertip’s movement, slightly retracted and then, like a cobra raising its head, plunged into the gap between the pulled-apart muscle bundles.

In Garrett’s view, or rather, in the ethereal snake’s view, the tip of the vine glowed slightly, a sign of the magic-enhanced weapon transformation. The vine swayed left and right, tearing the fascia like tearing silk, drilling toward the blind end of the rectum.

Ascending... Ascending... Is it there yet? The ethereal snake’s view followed the rise, level with the vine tip, continuing to rise, passing what looked like a membrane, and drilling in. Dark green, sticky...

Spit, meconium!

Right, it had reached the blind end of the rectum!

Garrett’s right index finger slightly bent, the vine tip stopped, coiled around, and made a small mark. Then the second tendril, the third, the fourth...

The smooth, hair-thin green vines raced in. Ten tendrils spread out like a delicate spider web, gently enveloping the slightly pulsating blind end of the rectum.

Garrett exhaled and opened his eyes.

"Is it done?"

"Has it been completed?"

Several voices asked eagerly. Garrett silently shook his head and lowered his gaze. In his breast pocket, an oak staff extended a root, retrieving a small bottle from his space bag and bringing it to his lips.

Garrett sipped it sparingly. A cool sensation surged to his forehead, invigorating him instantly, making his control over the vines even more sensitive:

He had already performed surgery during the day, and now another one in the middle of the night without a mental power supplement, he really couldn’t hold up.

Nearby, Master Novak glanced sideways at the old man. The elder raised an eyebrow slightly, nodding lightly:

Can’t my family even afford a mental power supplement?

Don’t worry, we’ll definitely return it to him!

Garrett had no energy to pay attention to their subtle exchanges. He lowered his eyelids again, entering a state of peaceful semi-meditation:

—The battle had just begun.

The blood vessels around the rectum were plentiful. The superior rectal artery, the middle rectal artery, the inferior rectal artery, like a fine spider web, wrapped gently yet tightly around the rectum.

Not to mention the internal hemorrhoidal plexus and external hemorrhoidal plexus. Named “plexus,” one could imagine how troublesome it would be if bleeding occurred here.

And the nerves, the lymph nodes—other organs too, any larger movement could bump into them!

His expression unconsciously became more serious; his fingertip movements were so gentle they were nearly invisible. In his previous life, when he was suturing blood vessels under a microscope, the movement was just as minute.

Freeing, freeing, blunt separation. The vine clung tightly to the outer wall of the rectum, leaving not even a millimeter of space. The closer it adhered, the more it could avoid damaging other organs—

The little snake first swam around to check that there were no blood vessels or nerves here, then, with the tip augmented by the 【Magic-Enh

anced Weapon】 trait, slightly dipped down, separating the rectal fascia from the bladder fascia. Then, observing again, separating slowly, moving upward.

A fistula here!

Another vine rose from his fingertip. Winding around a glass fiber less than 1 millimeter in diameter, it squeezed through the gap to the location of the fistula. Garrett lightly touched the end of the glass fiber, a clean white light winding along with the fiber flowing into it.

In his previous world, revealing, freeing, and then ligating a fistula, and even cutting out part of the rectal wall in troublesome cases, were necessary. In this world, a minor healing treatment was enough.

Under the ethereal snake’s gaze, the fistula on the bladder wall grew, closed, and disappeared. The vine retracted, carefully freeing up the outer wall of the rectum—there had to be adhesions where fistulas occurred—continuing to free up the outer rectum wall.

One millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters.

One centimeter, two centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Was the length enough?

Should we try?

The vine at the right index fingertip once again raised its head. The sharp tip wandered to the blind end of the rectum, like a small snake threading through the muscle layer at the bottom. Then another vine, two vines, replaced two thick threads, clasped the muscle layer, pulling downward.

Hmm, it seems the length is sufficient, still maintaining slack when pulled to the anal opening... That’s good, it won’t cause scar stenosis, no need to free it further.

The other eight vines quickly retreated, evenly arrayed around the puborectal muscle and the anal sphincter orifice, expanding outward.

Expand!

Expand!

Widen the opening, making a pathway for the rectum!

Don’t worry about exerting too much force; the stretchability of the sphincter exceeds what one might imagine, just pull as long as it doesn’t cause muscle tearing!

After pulling through the segment of the striated muscle complex, the healing spell once again flickered, fixing the rectum tension-free within the muscle ring. In the previous world, this step would require suturing with absorbable thread, letting it slowly fuse together, but now, the healing spell clearly did a better job.

The blind end of the rectum continued to be pulled down. Instantly, a silent commotion arose around the table. In the sparsely woven green vine tunnel, a pink intestine was actually dragged out!

"Is it okay now?"

"Is it cured?"

Garrett shook his head slightly. He closed his eyes to recover from the dizziness of the high-intensity operation, his voice hoarse:

"Brother Matthew, the attractor."

"Right away!"

Priest Matthew took out another seed. Holding it in his palm, he compared it to the diameter of the intestine dragged out. A thin, hollow vine grew against the wind, and Garrett made a cross-shaped incision at the blind end of the rectum, the vine inserting flawlessly.

On the other end of the vine, a fine whirlwind replaced the attractor, cleanly sucking out the meconium.

"Whew..."

"Finally dragged it out..."

"Thank God..."

A relieved sigh sounded around. Garrett watched intently as the flow of meconium finished, washed it once with saline, then again with holy water to prevent infection. Then, he started suturing the perianal skin.

Even at this stage, relaxation wasn’t allowed. The internal hemorrhoidal plexus and external hemorrhoidal plexus were terribly annoying, a slight misstep could cause bleeding. In his previous life, when performing surgeries together, he often heard proctologists complain...

The scalpel glinted coldly, ten green vines fluttering back and forth like butterflies threading flowers. Cutting the skin flap, carefully controlling the depth of the cut, not damaging the underlying veins. Good, the depth and curvature of this cut were just right, and the small snake’s indicated position was very precise.

Blood hadn’t even started to flow, and the mage’s hand transformed into tissue forceps, already aligning the cut edges of the rectal wall. The healing spell descended, good, successfully fused, then cut the next piece!

Another piece!

And another...

Completed!

A perfect ring!

Garrett’s face broke into a smile. He extended his fingertip, a vine thoughtfully raising its tip, gently poking at the child’s anus. Under the watchful eyes of all, the recently sutured skin inwardly contracted, forming a ring-shaped wrinkle.

"It’s done..."

Garrett softly uttered two words. He quickly stowed the scalpel and glass fiber into his space bag—these needed to be returned for high-temperature sterilization, to be used again later—as for the vines, simply dispersed. The seed?

No need for it!

After all, if there’s not enough, more

can be grown, after all, with a bit of divine magic, from planting to harvest it only takes a day, after all, as long as the seeds are soaked in disinfectant, sterile operation can be ensured...

"Really done?"

"Really done!"

The temple of the Goddess of Springs’ high-ranking protagonist uncast the calming spell; the War God’s bishop couldn’t wait to pick up the child, flipping him over in his hands; the baby cried loudly, but the elder was all smiles, reaching to take the child, turning him over and over to look...

The newborn was passed from one person to another. This group of high-ranking casters, high-ranking warriors, each with amazement in their eyes:

Really cured?

Just like that?

Just with these few vines, probing into the body for half an hour, seemingly doing not much, and it’s cured?

Extraordinary power was generously released, flowing from their fingertips, streaming over the child’s skin, roaming around his body and returning to their fingertips. Soon, the healers joyfully discovered:

Really cured!

The flow of extraordinary power was smooth, without any obstruction!

Amidst the room filled with joy and celebration, Garrett, exhausted, collapsed onto the table. After some time, he felt someone shaking him forcefully, in the dim room, only Master Novak’s hook-nosed face shone brightly in front of him:

"Hey, Garrett, wake up! The master is asking what you want... Directly giving money seems too trivial for you..."

"Whatever..." Garrett’s head buzzed, unable to think clearly. Shaken by Master Novak a couple of times, he became even more dazed, blurting out in the habit of his previous life:

"If not, just send a banner... Just write a few words, hang it at the hospital..."

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