A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 364: Kill That Necromancer... No, The Miracle Doctor!

The screams were horrific!

Of the six orcs that crowded around, four of them screamed on the spot, fell backwards, and crashed to the ground. The cat-woman closed her eyes tightly and fainted without a sound.

Only the leading golden-haired orc had the courage not to faint or fall. His only reaction was to stand dumbfounded under the shower of blood, mouth agape, letting the blood splatter into his mouth without moving an inch...

Walking through the world, who doesn’t get cut? These orcs had all been on the battlefield, but honestly, beheading people, chopping off arms, or even biting through the throat to pull out the trachea on the battlefield was never this horrifying. Didn’t you see the knights of the Radiant Church being slashed in the throat amid the black fog earlier, bleeding all over the place while the onlookers merely gasped a couple of times?

But, but...

This was different!

This was about saving someone! The priest who had just been casting healing magic now summoned a skeleton, sliced open the chest, cut through the rib cage, and opened up the heart!

Blood spurted out instantly! If not for the room being designed for orcs and barbarians with a particularly high ceiling, the blood could have sprayed onto the rafters!

The orcs instinctively scattered. The four who had fallen to the ground didn’t bother getting up; they just pushed themselves backward with their hands on the ground. In the back, a youngster, out of sheer terror, even ran out of the room:

"Help—"

Garrett paid them no mind. Let the blood reach the ceiling, so be it. The carotid artery burst, the aorta burst, the heart was cut open—surgeries in the hospital happen all year round, and every year blood ends up on the ceiling. Sprayed onto the surgical lights, sizzling from the heat, staining the entire surgical field red—

Still, the surgery must continue!

He expertly stepped back to avoid the blood shower and immediately rushed forward. Looking down, he saw that the heart had not resumed beating. Without hesitation, he reached into the patient’s chest.

His right hand, already scrubbed with iodine and alcohol, directly grasped the heart outside the pericardium and squeezed forcefully. Once, twice, three times!

Releasing his hand, the heart, which had previously stopped, began to beat on its own again.

Garrett watched the heart intently. Direct heart resuscitation, though a clinical surgery essential and included in the licensure examination syllabus, had only been performed by him twice in his past life as an emergency doctor. No other reason, this surgery tested one’s courage too much!

Recalling now, the feeling of the heart beating against his palm as if it was still touching it. The heart of this orc was much stronger than any he had handled in his previous life, beating vigorously—

Good, if the heart muscle was weak, he would have had to search everywhere for adrenaline or inject sodium lactate directly into the ventricle, but now, he just needed to find the damage on the heart, repair it, and then simply close up the chest!

Garrett let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at the patient’s face to see if the color had improved, difficult to judge given his unfamiliarity with orc skin tones, but the breathing had resumed. Lifting the eyelid with a Mage Hand, he noticed the pupil beginning to constrict, clearly improving.

Now, it was time to repair the heart. Garrett took out a shadowless lamp from his spatial bag, held up by an enhanced Mage Hand. The dazzling white light instantly illuminated the operating table and the beating heart in front of everyone, revealing every detail.

Ah... comfortable. This is the lighting a surgery should have!

Garrett adjusted the shadowless lamp with a Mage Hand, then looked down again, carefully observing the heart. The pericardial tamponade was severe, a rupture in the heart was certain, the question was how large and deep it was, and, exactly how many cuts there were...

What was the anatomical structure of an orc heart? How many atria and ventricles? What was the blood circulation path? Were there tricuspid and bicuspid valves?

Garrett speculated while observing. Meanwhile, the elderly minotaur-like priest shakily got up and moved closer to the table:

"This... why is the wound even bigger now?!"

He had barely kept the life hanging by a thread! He had almost exhausted his healing magic, even resorting to the desperate measure of a blood sacrifice ritual, and just when things seemed to be looking up, he looked again—

First, he saw a big skeleton, then looking beyond the skeletal frame, what was going on, the entire chest was opened up!

It was just a small cut before!

"Don’t speak!"

Garrett didn’t lift his head from focusing on the heart. The lack of a professional operating room meant dealing with family members, non-professionals, and irrelevant people moving around and asking questions...

Asking questions was one thing, but don’t spray saliva! Infection, infection!

However, Garrett couldn’t spare the effort to send them away. The heart he had manually revived was now beating at a rate of eighty to ninety beats per minute, oozing fresh blood with every pulse. A spurt here, another spurt there...

There! The rupture was on the right atrium!

But it was unclear how deep it was, whether the septum between the chambers was also damaged. In his previous life, Garrett would have used a professional probe for examination, but now he had to make do:

Mage tricks!

A slender stick appeared in his hand. Primitive, rough, but conjured from thin air and thus dust-free—meaning it was sterile. Holding his breath, Garrett used the newly created probe to explore the tear in the heart.

"0.5cm... 1cm... 1.5cm..."

As he probed, he estimated the size of the heart, observed the positions and numbers of surrounding blood vessels, and gauged the general structure of the heart. Good, it didn’t seem to have penetrated through; simple stitching would suffice—

Wait, no needle and thread!

Cast a healing spell!

A soft white light emanated from Garrett’s palm. Healing minor injuries, minor injuries, minor injuries...

Ineffective!

Each time it seemed to heal a bit, but as the heart muscle contracted and relaxed, it tore open again!

Damn, was this challenging the high difficulty of thoracic surgery, stitching continuously while the heart beats non-stop?

Garrett gritted his teeth in frustration. Timing the heart’s beating rhythm, he cast two [Healing Minor Injuries] in quick succession, finally sealing the tear on the heart’s surface. After observing for a moment to ensure it wasn’t bleeding again, he took out saline to rinse.

"Holy water..."

The old priest trembled as he held up a bottle. Garrett’s eyes lit up:

Holy water! Excellent! Infections are the biggest fear in major open-chest surgeries! It’s hard for medicines to reach inside the pericardium, but rinsing with holy water could save so much trouble!

Even so, he first thoroughly rinsed with saline to check for active bleeding, then applied the holy water. Old habits die hard; he couldn’t be at ease without a thorough rinse...

The holy water produced by the orc priest was different from what Garrett had seen before; it wasn’t pale gold but rather a vivid red, resembling blood. Holding it, Garrett almost thought he was seeing a health potion from his past life’s games materialize before him.

But the effect was similar. As soon as the holy water was applied, the cut on the pericardium began to close and heal. Garrett took the opportunity to cast another healing spell, watching as the pericardium healed completely, then mixed the second bottle of holy water with saline.

When he followed the medical team to the battlefield, they had conducted experiments. Rinsing the chest cavity with a mixture of holy water and saline at a 1:1000 ratio provided the best anti-infection effect.

And it was economical!

After rinsing, Garrett, once affiliated with the Thunder Horn, naturally still couldn’t control water flow. Fortunately, he was no longer the same as before; he didn’t need to ask someone to lift the patient to drain the water, simply inserting a drainage bottle and letting the saline flow out on its own.

As the fluid in the chest cavity decreased, Garrett focused, preparing to use four [Enhanced Mage Hands] to realign the ribcage. Just as he was about to remove the drainage vine, a commotion erupted outside, the loudest being a voice with a cry in its tone:

"Right! It’s here! That Necromancer! Cutting into hearts aaahhh—"

"Don’t worry! We’re here!"

Heavy footsteps thundered in. Garrett didn’t need to look up to see the operating table and the floor tremble, along with the patient’s ribcage. Without a second thought, he called out:

"Bernard!"

With a loud crash, the barbarian’s bone club collided with some unknown weapon. The force of the impact sent dust flying, cracking the floor on the spot:

"My boss is not a Necromancer!"

But Bernard was only one person; he could block one but not a group. Another thud followed as the silver skeleton turned, its arms automatically transforming into bone blades, clashing mid-air with another weapon, evenly matched.

"Still saying he’s not a Necromancer!"

Garrett quickly grabbed a saline-soaked gauze, covering the patient’s chest cavity. He then took a moment to look up, seeing a group of dwarf

warriors storming in, each with a fierce demeanor, wielding either giant axes or hammers. At their center, one had a hammer glowing with white light...

The golden-haired orc turned to face them. Garrett’s fellow dwarf, Gavin, raised his voice in support:

"Who’s killing whom?"

"We’re saving someone!"

"He’s not a Necromancer!"

"He’s an envoy from the Magic Council, treated my grandfather..."

The orcs and dwarfs outdid each other in volume. The silver skeleton retreated, Bernard put away his bone club to cover the rear, and Garrett hurriedly bent down, seizing the opportunity to close the chest—

[Enhanced Mage Hands]! Pull the ribcage together!

Align the bones!

Twist wires—no, cast healing spells! Healing Minor Injuries! Healing Minor Injuries! Healing Minor Injuries!

Locate, repair small blood vessels, nerves!

Heal the muscles!

Layer by layer, ah no, heal the chest wall layer by layer with healing spells! Slam those healing spells!

By the time he was mostly done, leaving only the skin to be stitched, the patient groaned in pain, waking up. He lifted his head, saw the bloody mess on his chest, and with a wave of agony, blacked out again.

But that was enough to bolster Garrett’s confidence. He raised his voice:

"Hey, over there! The patient just woke up!"

The golden-haired orc immediately turned and rushed over. Bending down, he saw the patient’s chest closed, and stood there dumbfounded. Behind him, the dwarfs all rushed over, clamoring to see:

"He’s alive! The man’s alive!"

"Really alive!"

"Survived a stab to the heart..."

"Blood sprayed to the ceiling and still saved..."

"A miracle doctor!!!"