Archmage Grom intently watched the light screen unfolding before him, his eyes gleaming.

As a necromancer, he had dissected countless heads and necks—dead, alive, dead and then fortified with negative energy, turned into something half-alive and half-dead.

But from this perspective, seeing the snaking blood vessels severed by a sharp blade...

This novel viewpoint fascinated him. His eyes narrowed, his body leaning forward unconsciously by 5 degrees, then 15, then 25 degrees. If not for the skeleton blocking him, he might have completely entered the light screen.

On the other side, another person also wanted to dive into the light screen. Master Bennett’s mouth hung open, his saliva almost dripping:

“This... this...”

Although he was a healing mage, familiar with human anatomy and principles of treatment, he had never seen a situation like this before:

A living person, not needing to be cut open, yet still able to see the internal pathways of blood vessels?

He was so eager to learn... so eager to master it, then rush back and start using it right away...

Their reactions all fell into Garrett’s eyes. He wasn’t unwilling to share the spell, but he had no time to attend to that now. He closely watched the light screen, slowly rotating it with a spell, pondering:

The superior labial artery appeared severed, and the internal jugular vein was unlucky. The internal carotid artery hadn’t ruptured, but the blade’s tip was precisely at the carotid sheath, next to the internal carotid artery. Worse still was the development of the Willis circle.

It’s the vascular ring that connects the left and right carotid arteries. Normally, with that intact, Garrett could easily ligate the internal carotid artery and slowly remove the blade, slowly treating the damaged vessels. After all, blood could still flow from the other side to supply the brain, no worries.

But this unlucky mage had a poorly developed Willis circle. This meant that if one side was ligated, the blood couldn’t flow from the opposite internal carotid artery, and at least a quarter of the brain would lose blood supply.

If the blood vessel couldn’t be opened within three minutes, the patient could become paralyzed within minutes.

And not ligating the internal carotid artery meant that when the blade was removed, other damaged vessels would definitely bleed heavily. So, the surgery had to be very, very careful...

He turned to Archmage Grom:

"I’m considering making an incision from the outer side of the neck, first isolating the vessels and ensuring their protection. Before pulling out the blade..."

"Just go do it." Archmage Grom interrupted with a wave of his hand:

"I trust your skills. Just go ahead, if it works, it’s on you; if it fails, it’s on him!"

Necromancers should stick to playing with skeletons, running off to compete with enchantment mages, getting a knife stuck in their own brains, serves them right!

Garrett smiled at him, asking for a change of scene. Everyone moved to a larger hall, where Garrett unleashed the [Portable Operating Room], throwing out the dark gold skeleton gifted by His Excellency, to assist him in the task:

He lifted the patient onto the operating table, in a supine position, head tilted to the right by 30 degrees, firmly secured. Without waiting for him to speak, Archmage Grom had already dispatched a skeleton, replacing the position of the dark gold skeleton:

Crouching before the operating table, its bony hands opened wide, firmly cradling the patient’s head. Judging by the force applied, even if he chopped off the patient’s neck, the head wouldn’t budge.

Garrett smiled at him and continued working. Stripping clothes, casting a cleansing spell, disinfecting, laying towels. ECG, blood oxygen, various monitoring spells flung out—

A series of actions flowing smoothly, by the time Master Bennett reacted, wanting to step forward to help, Garrett had already scrubbed his hands, lifting them up, returning to the operating table:

“Just let me connect a blood pressure monitor—okay, surgery begins!”

He took the scalpel from the skeleton’s hands, exhaling relaxedly. With a calming spell in place, anesthesia couldn’t be more convenient.

If it were his previous life, he’d have to choose between performing a tracheotomy under awake conditions and inducing general anesthesia:

Performing a tracheotomy on an awake patient, the patient would definitely feel fear, dodge, move, increasing the risk of secondary injuries from the blade;

However, under induced general anesthesia, intubating through the throat into the trachea. With the blade in place, the patient has protective reflexes, making it difficult to open the mouth, also increasing direct anesthesia risks...

Just the anesthesia aspect alone would warrant the head of anesthesiology and the head of otolaryngology, possibly even involving other department heads, to come together for a consultation.

But now, he needn’t worry about these things. Under the calming spell, the patient feels no pain, the limbs are restrained and cannot dodge, there’s no restlessness. Just cut, there won’t be any issues!

Garrett even asked His Excellency the Archmage to cast a miniaturized [Darkness Spell], shrouding the patient’s eyes. Yes, with a knife sticking out of the eyes, a cloth can’t cover it, so the Darkness Spell is the right choice.

Let the patient see nothing, feel no pain. Also, add a soothing spell to prevent him from panicking, which would cause adrenaline to spike, blood pressure and heart rate to soar!

Garrett glanced once more at the angiography images, his expression becoming focused, then cast a [Leech Transformation]. Nearby, Archmage Grom exclaimed:

"What are you doing?"

A knife stuck in the brain! A little carelessness, and blood will spurt! Throwing another spell to prevent clotting, how would the blood look then?

"Reduce intimal tear and thrombosis formation in the carotid artery, minimizing the risk of paralysis," Garrett replied quietly. As for intraoperative bleeding, he’d just be more careful, as the blade itself carried a healing spell.

The scalpel slightly pierced, slicing the skin of the neck neither a millimeter too deep nor too shallow. The blade glowed white, healing the cut right away—indeed, no fresh blood emerged. Next, he pulled back the skin and muscle, exposing the blood vessels...

Ah, necromancers are often skinny, the neck lacking thick fat. Not exercising regularly, the muscles lax, no need to pull hard. This surgery, truly a pleasure to perform.

He fully exposed the carotid sheath, finding the left internal jugular vein and external carotid artery branches, the internal maxillary artery—all had indeed ruptured. Garrett calmed his mind, slowly isolating, exposing both ends of the vessels, then launched four tiny Mage Hands, which gently grasped them—

In his previous life, this part of the surgery would have been done with sutures. Wrapping around, tying a knot, ready to tighten at any moment. Now, with Mage Hands providing strong control, it seemed even more convenient.

Further up, there were no more major vessels with issues. Garrett closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and out, looked at the dark gold skeleton:

"I’ll give the command, you slowly pull the knife out. Follow the direction the blade entered, move slowly, and definitely do not wiggle it."

The dark gold skeleton clacked its teeth a couple of times, indicating it heard, understood, and would definitely comply. Both bony hands gripped the knife handle, Garrett bent slightly, focusing on the four blood vessel ends:

"Pull!"

At his command, blood gushed forth.

The four Mage Hands promptly tightened, pinching the vessel ends. Garrett, unruffled, manipulated the Mage Hands to pull out the ends of the internal jugular vein, matched them, cast a healing spell; pulled out the ends of the internal maxillary artery, matched them, cast a healing spell:

There’s nothing more comfortable than casting a healing spell directly. White light fell, and between a breath in and a breath out, the severed vessels reconnected. The Mage Hands relaxed, blood flowing freely, not a drop leaking outside.

With the treatment complete, the Mage Hands had the leeway to withdraw, growing larger. They picked up a piece of clean gauze, pressed it down, absorbing the blood. In no time, the surgical field was clear and fresh.

Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, let the dark gold skeleton bring the knife forward for inspection. Very good, thin, sharp, just as the murderer said—no rust, no suspicious stains. Then, next—

"[Cleansing Spell]! [Cleansing Spell]! [Cleansing Spell]!"

The Mage Trick of Cleansing Spell, in such a precision, narrow wound, performing debridement, its superiority is unmatched!

After debridement, a small serpent flew out. Guided by the Spirit of the Covenant, following the path the knife took, Garrett let the healing spell slowly sweep over:

Slowly, carefully. God have mercy, otolaryngology and ophthalmology, he was really not familiar with them at all, only memorized anatomical diagrams during school. In his previous life, this kind of task, always called for a consult with colleagues—

Be careful, better slow than fast. Garrett continuously reminded himself: the anatomical structures of the nasopharynx and eyes are intricate and complex, he must see clearly before proceeding.

Don’t end up treating and blocking the nasal passage, or causing the tear duct to seal...

Others only saw him standing in front of the patient with half-closed eyes, concentrating, motionless for a long while. However, neither Archmage Grom nor Master Bennett showed the slightest impatience:

That knife, that bloody sharp knife, after being taken away by the dark gold skeleton, was laid before them. Archmage Grom even summoned his own skeleton, poking the knife into its eye sockets, gesturing and measuring:

This knife is too long!

The places it poked, too dangerous!

Even if the patient was healed, to have one eye left, to have half a life left, would be considered lucky!

The fine white light moved upward in the connected meditative vision of the small serpent. Finally, it emerged around the eyeball, circled it, and then returned to the side of the neck:

Carotid sheath restored!

Fascia restored!

Muscle restored, skin restored!

"Ah, that’s it!" He clapped his hands, lastly verifying the monitoring indicators were correct, removed the invasive blood pressure monitor, completing the procedure. He dispersed the calming spell, signaling the dark gold skeleton to help the patient up:

"It’s healed! Open your eyes and see—can you see?"

"See... see..."

The patient’s cheeks drooped unpleasantly, his hand reaching out tentatively. Garrett saw his condition and felt a sense of foreboding; sure enough, after a tremble, his voice hoarse, barely audible:

"I can’t see anything! I can’t see with my right eye either! I’m blind, ahhhhh—"

It shouldn’t be!

Based on the knife’s trajectory, it hadn’t damaged the right optic nerve! The posterior cranial nerves... what about the posterior cranial nerves? Could they really be compromised?

Garrett was still wracking his brain when the impatient necromancer Archmage Grom coughed sharply and waved his hand. Instantly, the patient’s eyes brightened, and he jumped three feet high:

"I can see! I can see with both eyes! Mage Nordmark, you are truly a miraculous healer!"

Garrett: ... I got careless. I remembered to lift the cloth but forgot to have someone cancel the Darkness Spell...

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