CHAPTER 760: THE DANGEROUS SURGERY OF REMOVING THE MOSS

At the moment the area of the dark green moss expanded, Garrett’s hair stood on end.

Damn it!

Moss reproduces through spores!

Who knows if this thing will flow through the bloodstream, reach the heart, spread throughout the body, and take root in various delicate places! In a magical world, moss capable of growing on the flesh of a Level 16 Archmage could do who knows what!

He lunged forward—screaming as the fiery robe scorched him, instinctively pulling back—then summoned two Advanced Mage Hands, pounding on the door and shouting:

“Block the blood vessels! Block the blood vessels! If there’s no time, block the veins returning to the heart first! Block the lymphatic vessels! If you can’t find them, follow the lymph nodes down the neck and find the large ducts near the biggest lymph nodes! Let me in!!!”

Everything else was manageable, skin, muscles, bones; these could all be treated since their circulation relied on other systems.

The blood vessels and lymphatic system were the easiest paths for external invaders to travel along!

The door creaked open. The fiery robe surrounding him extended forward, making space for him to move forward. Garrett noticed that there wasn’t a single gap in the robe itself—

Master Byerbo was indeed very vigilant about protecting his own safety.

Sigh, I really need to work hard to improve my skills. A competent healer should be able to perform surgery upon seeing a patient, not be isolated far away and still need others to protect them!

Garrett quickly walked into the treatment room. When he was ten steps away from the operating table, the fiery robe suddenly tightened. Garrett, facing it head-on, was confronted by a bright golden-red color, claws extended, declaring the threat:

Don’t come any closer!

“Don’t come any closer!”

Sure enough, the senior brother spoke...

Garrett thought for a moment and released the silver skeleton, letting it take two steps forward. Sure enough, the fiery robe tightened in the middle, forming a gourd shape, separating him from the skeleton.

Then, Garrett was sealed tightly again, the fiery robe spreading open in front of the skeleton, forming a new path. The robe even transformed into an arrow, pointing forward...

Senior brother, I have eyes, I can see for myself. Garrett silently mocked, commanding the silver skeleton to walk forward and stand beside Senior Sister Philby:

“Archmage, don’t worry, I’ll assist you. Hmm, the blood vessels around here...”

The silver skeleton grasped the scalpel and made a swift incision, cutting open the skin flap. Archmage Belsa, with quick reflexes, cast a healing spell to stop the fresh blood from the wound edges. Not a single gap was left for the moss to grow! ᚱ₳𐌽ＯBËṩ

“Protect the wound surface! Cover the incision with gauze soaked in holy water!”

The scalpel floated aside, and the Mage Hand bluntly separated the subcutaneous fat. Pull, pull, couldn’t pull... Garrett silently retrieved the surgical kit:

Luckily, he hadn’t been lazy earlier and had dwarves forge a full set of tools with Mithril. Otherwise, if the strong Mage Hand couldn’t pull it, there’d be no time for crying.

Separate, clamp the blood vessels; separate, clamp the blood vessels. Various surgical instruments danced in the silver skeleton’s hands. The archmage from Black Crow Swamp stood beside, completely reduced to a tool for holding hooks:

No bleeding here!

No bleeding here either!

Here... instead of cutting with a knife, he used that strange clamp to carefully separate! Makes sense, this way, blood vessels and muscles stuck together won’t be cut, preventing major bleeding!

Here... Hey, the hemostat accurately clamped down! How did Nordmark know there was a small blood vessel here?

Fortunately, they had invited him in... If it were up to him, that layer of moss would have grown all over the body by now, right?

Garrett was also extremely cautious, minimizing bleeding and exposure of the wound. Meanwhile, Archmage Byerbo stood by, using a thin layer of transparent flame to block the dark green moss, preventing it from spreading.

The flame was as thin as paper, almost pure white in color. Garrett glanced at it and made sure the silver skeleton and its tools avoided it:

Who knows how hot that thing is! His surgical instruments, made of steel mixed with Mithril, might melt upon contact!

The moss seemed to fear these flames, shrinking down and lying low. Garrett blocked off the main blood vessels and lymphatic vessels, taking a deep breath:

“Careful, I’m going to start cutting!”

“No problem, cut away.” The response came from Archmage Philby, lying on the operating table with her eyes slightly closed. She used Garrett’s invented "Pain Alleviation • Modified" to block the pain in her arm, focusing on the alien organism on her shoulder:

When Garrett opened up the muscles and delved deeper, he saw faint electric currents flowing within her fascia and muscles.

Obviously, this archmage had been using her own energy to fiercely resist the moss on her shoulder. If it were a weaker person, they would have been completely consumed by this magical plant.

“Be careful.” Archmage Byerbo reminded:

“When the flesh is cut away, Philby’s strength will be at its lowest. Protect yourself.”

“No problem, senior brother!” Garrett loudly assured. He stood on tiptoe, looking around, and cast several healing spells on the hemostats and surgical knife held by the skeleton, still feeling it wasn’t enough, he shouted:

“Archmage Belsa! Please, be ready with healing spells at any moment!”

“Got it!”

Holy power danced on the surgical knife. Garrett focused, following the image from the previous X-ray, separating the contaminated skin and gently lifting it with the hemostat.

As soon as he peeled off a layer, the dark green moss suddenly exploded!

“Careful!”

Golden-red flames flared up around Garrett, his front, sides, and above his head, turning pure white and consuming everything within three feet, blinding him momentarily.

The spiritual connection controlling the silver skeleton was also severed by the powerful energy storm.

When the fiery robe regained its calm, Garrett looked forward and screamed.

“My skeleton!”

My silver skeleton!

It was entirely covered by the moss! From the skull to the right hand, the chest, all wrapped in dark green!

The dark green was rapidly expanding, devouring everything, spreading towards the leg bones...

“My skeleton! My surgical knife! My hemostat!!!”

All swallowed up! My most handy surgical tools!!!

What is this moss, why does it devour everything it touches?!

The golden-red flames showed no mercy, wrapping the skeleton and the moss together, quickly retracting. The archmage from Black Crow Swamp looked on in pain, finally tremblingly asking:

“...Do we continue the surgery?”

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