CHAPTER 619: C-SECTION? IT’S NOT THAT EASY TO LEARN

A Hospital in Another World?

All eyes in the room were fixed on Garrett Nordmark. Count Agel breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling, his breath shooting out like arrows. It took a while for the wind around Garrett’s ears to die down:

What lung capacity... You must be the reincarnation of a bellows... It feels like even Phelps doesn’t have your lung capacity, even as a high knight, your chest volume is always limited, right?

The count was truly shaken. However, it was not convenient to talk about compensation with Garrett at this moment. He turned to the high priest and bowed deeply:

"Please, I entrust this to you."

The priest adjusted his robe, his face solemn. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, slightly bowed his head, and made a gesture of prayer:

"I swear by the name of the goddess, after learning the art of C-section from Mage Nordmark, I will perform it free of charge, without any compensation, to save at least 20 impoverished mothers each year. Should I break this vow, may the goddess strip me of my divine powers."

"That will suffice." Garrett approached him to shake hands. "I salute you, High Priest Perry. If it’s convenient, come back with me to the clinic, and I will start teaching you."

Hmm, saving 20 impoverished mothers... That’s not just about dragging 20 mothers in for C-sections as if it saves lives. It doesn’t count if the operation isn’t indicated, and doing unnecessary C-sections definitely can’t be considered.

The World Health Organization sets a warning line for the C-section rate at 15%, with countries like the UK and the USA below this line, and Japan at only 7%.

Even by the 15% standard, performing C-sections on 20 mothers who meet the surgical indications, you would need to examine at least 133 pregnant women. To be safer and reach the required number, even more...

Plan approved!

"Good!"

High Priest Perry thought he could start immediately. However, the first thing he did when he arrived at Garrett’s clinic was to learn the standards of surgical asepsis; the second thing was to memorize the entire "Obstetrics and Gynecology"...

"When will I ever get to learn the C-section?"

"We must start with the basics! If we don’t start with the basics and go directly to the practical, big troubles will arise!"

Of course, Count Agel’s request had to be addressed, and the high priest’s confidence also needed to be managed. And suppressing confidence, the most effective way is through practice.

Garrett took the high priest and the knights sent by the count to the research building, into a laboratory specifically for animal experiments:

"Here, try performing a C-section on a rabbit first..."

Rabbits can produce a litter every month, with 6 to 10 babies each time, breeding 4 to 6 times a year. The animals bred in the research building are mostly rabbits, so they are readily available.

The high priest changed into surgical clothes, took a surgical knife, and secured a rabbit, casting an anesthesia spell before making an incision—

"Ah, it’s bleeding!"

That cut was definitely off-target; it must have severed an artery!

The high priest hurriedly cast a healing spell to stop the bleeding. To stop the blood flow and prevent the wound from healing was a real test of control.

Fortunately, High Priest Perry was an experienced healer above level 10. It seemed effortless, but only he knew that he was sweating profusely behind the scenes.

He steadied his nerves and continued to cut. The tip of the knife pierced and pressed down, stuck. High Priest Perry took a breath, pressed hard...

"Stop, stop, stop, stop! You hurt the little rabbit!"

High Priest Perry continued cutting, snipping, and casting healing spells. After much effort to stop the bleeding, they pulled out the top baby rabbit to see—

Regrettably, its neck had been slashed, the cervical spine half-severed; it was obviously not going to survive.

The knight’s face turned pale. C-sections sound simple, cut open, take the baby out, cast a healing spell. But for a novice doing this for the first time, this is what happens.

High Priest Perry was drenched in sweat, wiping his face from forehead to cheek, smearing it with rabbit blood. He hurriedly called for water to wash his face, the water splashing all over the dissection table.

Garrett: …Where’s the aseptic technique! How many rules have you broken by now! I must scold you harshly later! Very harshly!

After all the turmoil, one, two, three, four, five, six… they pulled out eight baby rabbits. One with a severed cervical spine, one with a broken leg, and two also looking feeble. As for the mother rabbit

, even with divine magic supporting her, she was left half-dead.

The knight inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled again, then took his leave, quickly reporting back to Lord Count. This C-section surgery was clearly not something one could learn in a short while. Forcing it, the life and health of the lady were indeed a concern.

From then on, High Priest Perry began a hard learning journey. Memorizing, memorizing, just memorizing anatomical diagrams and "Obstetrics and Gynecology" took a full week; when it finally came to practice, it was stumbling:

"Who told you to bend down to pick things up! During surgery, keep your hands above your shoulders and below your waist! Go out! Scrub your hands again!"

"Stop! Don’t wipe sweat with your hands! Call a nurse to help you, or use a spell! Don’t contaminate your hands! Go out! Scrub your hands again!"

"Stop! The sweat dripping down, don’t contaminate the surgical table! Go out!"

Go out, go out, go out, just from dissecting rabbits, the high priest faced countless reprimands. Each mistake meant immediately stopping, going out to change clothes, scrubbing hands again, and coming back in. How much this delayed the learning process, one could only imagine.

Garrett’s heart was as hard as stone. Every medical student’s habit of aseptic operation was scolded into them. Scolded by teaching doctors, other doctors, head nurses, and nurses...

After months of hard work, he could finally enter the operating room to help hold retractors, but one mistake meant being kicked out, not to touch anything for a month or two. Where is it like now, going out to change and scrub hands and then coming back to continue?

I haven’t even used hemostatic forceps to hit someone yet! Oh, I forgot, here they use Mage Hand instead, no forceps...

Besides aseptic operation, practical skills were also an issue. Just cutting the skin, the high priest was nagged by Garrett dozens of times:

"Thumb under the handle, index and middle fingers on top of the handle! Use wrist strength! Don’t rely on finger strength, just hold the handle steady!"

"Blade tip down forty-five degrees, pierce 1 millimeter, then lay the blade flat and cut! Don’t keep cutting at an angle; it will damage deeper tissues!"

"Don’t shake the knife! Don’t sway left and right! C-sections don’t require you to cut in curves, just go straight!"

How long would it take before he could operate independently... High Priest Perry doubted himself. Priestess Joanna, studying with him but at a different pace, quietly expressed deep sympathy:

Not counting the theoretical courses, she had been learning for a month or two already, still just observing, assisting, casting healing spells, never having independently operated yet!

Nearly a month passed, and Lady Caroline finally miscarried. Struggling, she glanced at her child and immediately fainted—

The child, with only one arm but three legs.

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