A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 856: How to Cut Through a Knight in Advance?

Garrett has always had a very clear self-awareness of his level.

Apart from standing on the shoulders of his predecessors in clinical medicine, he is still exploring how extraordinary energy flows in the body, how medicine and magic combine, and how to treat some magic-induced injuries.

In terms of public health, he only intervened because he couldn't bear to see the poor dying in droves. Oak Grove Clinic survived only by relying on its superior technology, avoiding bankruptcy.

As for politics? Economics? Business?

What a joke! He knows nothing about these things!

If he were to formulate business policies, it would definitely disrupt some commercial balance, either allowing those merchants to exploit loopholes or creating countless tragedies. Forget it, better leave it to the big shots.

At least, even if the council lacks business talent, they live longer, see more, and have more helpers to call on. Let professionals handle professional matters.

Garrett returned to his own field. Performing surgeries, conducting research, training his mental strength, and physical training—speaking of which, the whack-a-mole electric ball game box given by his teacher, he only reached the fourth level and has not made any progress since.

He couldn't get past the fifth level, and beyond that, there were still five more levels! Of course, the prerequisite is that those gems don't combine to create more levels...

His physical training was also not going well. The saying goes, "One day without practice, you know; two days without practice, your opponent knows; three days without practice, the whole world knows"—after a month of not training during his trip to Aeolan Island, he was out of shape.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Garrett, wearing a newly adjusted weighted vest, ran on the training ground, gasping for breath. After advancing to a third-level warrior, he could steadily perform surgeries on knights. But to operate on knights above the tenth level...

"You probably need to reach the fourth level before you can handle knights above the tenth level."

Old Morgan, with one arm behind his back, watched Garrett tie on the Bull's Strength belt, enchant the scalpel with Advanced Magic Weapon, and cast Touch of Fatigue on a beast's hind leg before gritting his teeth and cutting. He calmly commented:

"As for me, I probably have to wait until you advance to a knight?"

"Even advancing to a knight might not be enough!" Garrett said, wiping sweat from his brow after finishing a lap, gasping for breath:

"We still need... to think of... other methods..."

Indeed, other methods must be considered. For treating pectus excavatum combined with scoliosis, Garrett was still in the animal experiment stage. The animal models needed time to grow, and the postoperative reactions needed to be observed slowly, no rush.

And he had done almost all the surgeries he could on warriors and knights. To operate on higher-level patients, he either had to raise his warrior level or...

Or find another way around. For instance, if muscles are too tough, use muscle relaxants; in the magical world without muscle relaxants, use a diluted version of Touch of Fatigue as a substitute. If bones can't be cut and bone pliers can't bite through, what then?

Garrett consulted many people on this issue. Grand Mage Edgar of the Black Crow Swamp, who always valued him more than his own disciple Lynn, readily replied when Garrett asked:

"If you can't cut it, use a saw! A saw made with admixed mithril, enchanted with Advanced Magic Weapon, and pulled by two golden skeletons on either side—nothing can't be sawed through! If that's not enough, use negative energy corrosion!"

Uh...

Garrett thanked and left. Back at the mage tower, he tried using this method for an orthopedic surgery. The effect? Not a miracle, but at best, a lethal treatment—

Pulling the saw, the saw blade whirring, bone fragments flying. The sight of that magic pig's leg bone, even if it healed successfully, would be missing a large section.

As for negative energy?

A mass of negative energy not only withered the bone but also the surrounding fascia, blood vessels, and nerves—all visibly shriveled.

Alright, this method might work for necromancers since they're working on the dead—or undead. Missing bone fragments don't matter as skeleton soldiers don't need to heal. Negative energy?

For undead creatures, negative energy is a strengthening!

But I'm performing surgery on living beings. Using a saw for amputations is fine, but for spinal surgery involving nerves, requiring high precision—using a saw to remove vertebral bones is out of the question...

He consulted Grand Mage Doane Belsa of the medical branch. Facing Garrett, the 18th-level Grand Mage was also very kind, generously sharing his methods:

"Use magical cutting! Precise control, cut whatever you need to cut!"

He even invited Garrett to observe a surgery. Thin beams of light shot from Grand Mage Belsa's fingertips, bending, intertwining, and closing at will. Cutting skin, muscle, or bone as desired.

Those light beams, like hot knives through butter, moved effortlessly, smoothly.

Grand Mage Belsa enthusiastically recommended several spells: Force Blade, Radiant Ray, and Sandblade. Garrett went back and tried each one—

Sorry, but my magical control is inadequate.

Swinging Force Blade, only the direction could be controlled, not the length, cleanly severing in one swipe;

Shooting Radiant Ray, only one-way penetration, no retreat, creating a through-and-through injury;

Sandblade could control the length, but it was like a flying disc, cutting while scattering around...

To improve magical control, he had to train his mental strength. To train mental strength—continue with the electric whack-a-mole game box given by his teacher...

Garrett covered his face in agony. While he didn't mind training his mental strength, was there really no other way?

No more convenient shortcuts to challenge higher levels?

Garrett visited the Temple of the God of War. Considering their previous collaborations, Bishop Seiren was forthright:

"Just use mental strength! Use it to guide the divine power of our god, acting on the area needing treatment. Cut where needed, heal where needed, with no obstacles!"

Garrett: "..."

Standing before a row of cleaned pig leg bones, Garrett "touched" each one with mental strength. Ordinary pig leg bones could be cleanly broken, accurately cut;

First-level magic pig leg bones could be cleanly broken, cutting was a bit laborious;

Second-level magic pig leg bones required unstable force to break, couldn't be cut instantly;

Third-level pig leg bones...

In short, relying solely on mental strength for higher-level operations was even more troublesome than using magical assistance!

"So what exactly should I do..."

Garrett sighed. In theory, he could strengthen himself or weaken the opponent; muscles could be relaxed, but how to soften bones to cut through them?