A small snake burrowed into Avril’s chest as Garrett slightly closed his eyes, immersing himself in a semi-meditative state. This examination was the most critical one—

"Thud! Thud!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the clinic door. Garrett turned his head; the city guard’s captain, Knight Nolan, stood at the clinic entrance, his hand just withdrawing from the door:

"Magus Nordmark, I heard that you came back specifically to treat little Avril—can her illness really be cured? How will you cure it?"

The superior’s superior had arrived, and Captain Kalen had already stood up with his wife and child. Garrett quickly stood up and offered him a smile:

"You can just call me Little Garrett—"

"That wouldn’t be appropriate…"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Knight Nolan took a seat in the back, and Garrett continued his examination. Electrocardiograms, X-rays, echocardiograms—none of these could replace coronary angiography or intracardiac catheter tests.

To ensure there were no other cardiac diseases or congenital heart defects, it was best to see for oneself…

Through the eyes of the small snake, Garrett carefully examined each area. Occasionally, he would open his eyes to adjust the details of the 【Silent Phantom】 spell while ruling out other potential diseases one by one:

A patent ductus arteriosus… no.

A ruptured aortic sinus aneurysm… none.

Coronary artery fistula… non-existent.

Ventricular septal defect with aortic valve insufficiency… also none, very good!

Thoroughly examining from top to bottom, inside and out—the atria, the ventricles, the aorta, the pulmonary artery, coronary veins and arteries, all valves, Garrett opened his eyes and stood up, his expression radiant:

"Just as I thought! No problems, I can cure this!"

"Can cure?"

"Can cure?!"

Several voices echoed simultaneously inside and outside the clinic. Garrett turned his head to see Knight Flynn and Knight Ciro, shoulder to shoulder, peering inside. Three of the five city guard knights had arrived at once.

Garrett had to stand up again to greet them. Before he could explain, Bald Bishop immediately waved his hand, decisively concluding:

"If Little Garrett says he can cure it, he definitely can!—Quiet, let me continue watching!"

The two knights had no choice but to sit down next to their superior as Garrett continued the examination, with Elder Elwin and Bald Bishop on either side, watching the experimental records. The bishop nodded as he read:

"Hmm, this one lived. Ah, this one too. This batch all survived, and the next batch is doing well too, very good…"

Elder Elwin flipped through the pages silently. While the bishop focused on the successes, he observed the failures—Garrett’s various experimentations:

Creating an experimental animal model, vascular anastomosis failed, the dog died;

Anastomosis successful, but the flow was too high, unattended for days, the dog died;

Vine entered through the femoral artery, touched the aortic arch during treatment causing vasospasm that affected the heart, failed to resuscitate, the dog died;

Vine from the femoral vein, treatment went smoothly, post-treatment thrombosis occurred, the dog died;

To prevent thrombosis, used leech anticoagulation, spell power too strong, affected coagulation, the dog died…

It was a bumpy journey full of twists and turns. Hard for Garrett, he managed to get through each hurdle, achieving a 100% success rate eventually.

"You’ve really put a lot of effort into this." He sighed lightly, pushing the thick notebook back:

"Are you completely confident now? Anything else you want to ask?"

If I weren’t completely confident, I wouldn’t have come back… Garrett thought. Before he could speak, Bald Bishop quickly answered:

"Yes!"

Garrett stepped back, indicating for the bishop to speak. The bishop clenched his fists, excitedly asking:

"Why use a vine for guidance? Why not directly use a healing spell to guide growth at that spot?"

"Can’t do it…"

Garrett’s face fell. At the same time, Elder Elwin quickly flipped through the notebook, handing it over:

"You need to make a very fine incision on the vascular wall first, then guide it to grow upwards. Using a healing spell directly either has no response, or it cuts the vessel right there."

Among the experimental dogs, five or six had died this way. It showed that Garrett had thought of this approach, but it simply wasn’t feasible…

The bishop grunted, crossed his arms, and after thinking for a moment, coughed and said:

"Little Garrett, your plan looks solid indeed. —But since these are just records and I

haven’t seen it with my own eyes… how about we find a dog, or something else, and you show me by doing it yourself?"

At his words, not to mention others, Elder Elwin frowned slightly:

The Nature God’s religion sees every life as part of nature, and for the sake of human treatment, capturing a dog for dissection was something the old man truly felt uncomfortable about…

Yet, considering the experimental records and thinking about how many dogs had already been sacrificed, he could only sigh silently, restraining himself from speaking. Using animals in place of humans for experiments was a debate with valid arguments on both sides, and he couldn’t say Garrett was wrong…

Moreover, Garrett’s faith was not pure. "Divine inspiration" and such—everyone understood it internally as long as it seemed acceptable on the surface, details did not need to be overly strict.

Garrett indeed did not refuse. He took another careful look at Avril, quickly estimated in his mind, and nodded:

"Let’s use a dog. Avril’s weight is about… 70 pounds? 80 pounds? Catch a dog of similar weight, which also makes it easier to estimate the casting strength."

Before he could ask, Knight Ciro immediately turned and left. Soon, he returned, carrying a black dog and handing it to Garrett:

"Will this do?"

"That works…" Garrett’s gaze moved around the faces in the clinic, then he took the initiative:

"Aunt Irene, could you sit outside with Avril? I’ll go with them to the operating room, we’ll be back in no more than two hours…"

The medical facility’s operating room was still as Garrett had left it, clean and tidy. Garrett led the way, carrying the dog into the operating room. After a quick survey, satisfied with the cleanliness, he prepared to secure the dog…

"Thud! Thud!"

"Who?"

The operating room door cracked open. Two middle-aged men entered in single file, one tall and imposing, likely a knight, the other seemingly a civilian by his demeanor. Upon entering, they bowed deeply to Garrett:

"Magus Nordmark, I heard you’re about to demonstrate your skills on a rare disease?"

Garrett:

"…"

Get out! I’m here to heal, not to perform!

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