CHAPTER 758: CAN’T SEE CLEARLY WITH MENTAL POWER? TRY AN ANGIOGRAPHY CT!

Garrett poked his head out from behind his senior sister, straining to see the treatment bed. Although she had activated an Arcane Eye, watching the arcane eye’s light screen was never as clear as using his own eyes.

—The principle of the Arcane Eye seemed a bit like a camera. In short, the imaging was distorted, different from what the naked eye saw. It could be adjusted with the feeling of an endoscopic view, but...

If you can use your eyes, why bother with mental adjustments?

His senior sister could certainly protect herself!

"Get back!" A hand pressed down on his head, making Garrett squat a bit. It wasn’t a Mage’s Hand, not a powerful Mage’s Hand, and definitely not his senior sister’s hand reaching back.

The hand was formed of a translucent force field, enormous and overwhelming. One glance told him it was one of the force field series from the Evocation school—tripping hand, assault hand, protective hand, or some such.

Thank his senior sister, this slap was quite gentle. If it were in attack mode, it would have smashed Garrett against the wall...

"Don’t stick your head out!" Grand Mage Philby flicked her finger backward, adding another layer of armor on Garrett. Then, the force field hand descended, firmly "holding" him in its palm. Her voice grew sterner:

"Squat properly! If you can’t see clearly, use your mental power! Use your perception!"

"..."

Garrett squatted silently in the large hand, avoiding further anger from his senior sister that might cause the force field hand to crush him like a frog. Staring at the arcane eye’s light screen, he extended his mental power, trying to see:

His senior sister’s energy field was so strong...

The energy on her shoulder, vibrant and seeping through the holy water bandage—what was it...

The scratch on Senior Brother Byerbo’s face... oops, lost focus, need to look again...

He cautiously extended his mental power again. Just as he got close, a sudden "snap" on his forehead felt like an invisible whip. Senior Sister Philby stood ahead, not turning back, and said calmly:

"Be careful, don’t extend too much. That thing is dangerous."

Garrett murmured assent. This time, he imagined the thread of his mental power being finer, longer, longer still. As thin as possible, he inched it forward...

Another electric shock-like feeling. This time, Garrett finally confirmed:

Near the wound, a layer of flickering electricity formed a dense web.

Garrett tried to maneuver his mental power thread through the electric web, bit by bit... No use, the gaps were too narrow, he couldn’t get through!

But how else to extend it? He had already stretched his mental power thread to its limit!

The severity of Senior Brother’s injury and the unprecedented situation of the wound deeply intrigued him. Steeling himself, Garrett withdrew his mental power thread and folded it midway. Then, fixing the folded ends, he vibrated them... ř𝔞NO͍ＢΕs̩

Ah, it stretched!

Stretched to double, triple!

Folded again, vibrated again?

Grand Mage Byerbo on the treatment bed tilted his head slightly, exchanging a surprised glance with his junior sister. The method of extending mental power threads was not common, nor entirely uncommon, but varied by school.

The general methods of the Thunder Horn and the Thunder Lord combined into seven or eight types. But Garrett’s approach was unseen...

Could it be newly taught by the teacher? Unlikely! If the teacher had taught him earlier, he wouldn’t have come back after two months with no progress!

Garrett used a noodle-pulling method to stretch his mental power thread once, twice, feeling it was fine enough, then pushed forward again. This time, he successfully passed through the electric web, reaching Byerbo’s wound:

"Ugh!!!"

He shuddered all over. In his mental perception, a dark, deep presence clung to the wound. The moment his thread touched it, the presence crawled over!

Fortunately, Garrett withdrew his perception in time. Exiting the electric web, his consciousness crackled, a portion of his thread "burned" away. Thank heavens, that dark presence was burned away with the thread, not extending further.

As for life force, Garrett didn’t sense it inside the wound. Luckily, or he’d have to find a way to sample it from inside. —And whether the sampling swab would get blown up, well, that’s a problem for later...

"Have you seen enough? Do you realize you can’t touch this thing?"

Two feet in front of him, his senior sister still faced away, her tone icy. Garrett nodded fervently:

"Yes! Thank you, Senior Sister! It’s good that your electric web protected me!" Goodness, he’d be dead without her protection!

The alien energy clinging to the wound was far beyond Garrett’s ability to handle. Even Grand Mage Belsa found it difficult: this healing specialist had probed with his mental power, frowning deeply:

"This thing is too dangerous. My mental power can only determine its rough boundary, not its depth. —When healing energy touches it, it reacts violently, and the face is particularly prone to issues..."

He turned hesitantly to Garrett:

"You mentioned a spell called CT—can it be used here?"

"...Maybe?" Garrett was unsure. The principle of CT was using strong light to penetrate the body, distinguishing tissue densities to create virtual images. But with the wound’s strong energy reaction, would CT work?

"Perhaps... If non-healing energy doesn’t trigger it, we could try scanning?"

He suggested tentatively. Grand Mage Belsa tested it himself, ensuring no issues, and they all headed to the mage tower’s core. The grand mage set up the equipment, and Garrett squatted nearby, waiting for images without interfering:

He’d seen this with a previous patient. The images from high-level mages’ detection spells were too bright for his meditation world. Forget it, better wait for the tower spirit’s results.

In this world, rank is everything!

Grand Mage Belsa’s investment in CT magic, combining with medical mages, was indeed significant. The detection magic scanned, and Byerbo, rotating on a floating disk, produced images within an hour:

Three strong energy reactions were pressed against the cheek, above the cheekbone. Among the bright white energy web, dark threads penetrated the muscle layers, drifting above the cheekbone.

The dark threads occasionally tried to penetrate deeper but were swept away by the bright energy, colliding and annihilating each other. The bright energy layer couldn’t advance either, maintaining a temporary stalemate.

"Hmm..." Grand Mage Belsa observed intently. Beside him, the two patients shoulder to shoulder watched too:

"Is this enough? Can we remove it?"

"I’m afraid not..." Grand Mage Belsa looked conflicted: "The image shows the bones, but the tiny blood vessels aren’t clear. And there are too many facial blood vessels..."

Garrett moved his lips. To be honest, for clear views of blood vessels and nerves, MRI was more reliable; CT was limited. But there was a remedy:

"If it’s just blood vessels, we could do an angiography. For nerves—those that make the face feel and move—that’s tougher. Maybe Senior Brother could sense it himself and mark it on the image? It’s also transmitted by electrical signals..."

Isn’t one step to becoming a legend about elementalization?

If you need elementalization, you should, maybe, possibly, more precisely sense the nervous system?

Garrett quickly pulled out his papers, distributing them. Grand Mage Belsa, the senior brother and sister, all waved their hands:

"The angiography one? We’ve all read it. If you think it helps, go ahead!"

Garrett silently thanked himself for pushing CT to automatic data collection. Otherwise, like the initial version—look, note, look, note—CT might be doable, but angiography would be impossible—

He squatted by his senior brother’s feet, curling up as much as possible to avoid blocking the spell’s light. He handled the holy water injection, Grand Mage Philby turned the floating disk, and Grand Mage Belsa managed the CT, doing it again...

An hour later, the second image appeared before them. The vascular network, crisscrossing like a spider web, branched intricately within the muscles.

Grand Mage Byerbo closed his eyes slightly, sensing the fine signals on his face. Finally, he personally added some fine branching threads to the Silent Illusion. Garrett had to admit, though rough, most indications were correct.

With the image, Grand Mage Belsa was revitalized. He guided the healing energy to sweep the periphery first, gently adhering to the surrounding blood vessels, nerves, and muscles for protection. Then, bit by bit, it penetrated the electric web:

The gentle healing energy passed through the web, contacting the dark internal energy. Occasionally, fragments burst through the web, causing slight damage, immediately neutralized and healed by the waiting healing energy.

Garrett watched intently. The scratch gradually lightened, shortened, thinned, and then vanished. Next, the second black scratch, shrinking bit by bit, disappearing...

"Whew... it’s done." Grand Mage Belsa closed his eyes, swaying slightly:

"This thing is really hard to heal... Without a clear view of the blood vessels beneath, I wouldn’t have dared to start..."

He mumbled, mumbled. Garrett pressed his lips, swallowing his words:

So cautious, have you healed before and accidentally caused an explosion?

Anyway, one is done. Ah, now to figure out what’s wrong with Senior Sister’s shoulder...

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