CHAPTER 761: WITNESS MY FLAMING BLADE SURGERY TECHNIQUE!

Surgery had to continue, of course. Even if they lost a Silver Skeleton, or even if the healer themselves were injured—they had to hold on and stay on the operating table until the next healer could take over.

Although Garrett had always felt in his previous life that doctors who continued to perform surgery despite suffering from severe cervical spondylosis, lumbar disc herniation, kidney stones, atrial fibrillation, or even the flu—hooked up to IVs and painkillers—were extremely alarming. For both the doctors and the patients. If the pain became unbearable and they collapsed, it could mean the lives of both the doctor and the patient.

But sometimes, there was no choice. There were so many patients, and public hospital doctors, especially those in large tertiary hospitals, were often working under tremendous pressure.

Even Garrett himself, in his previous life, had rushed around the emergency department with a grimace and a sore backside not long after recovering from a hemorrhoid surgery, trying to save as many lives as possible.

Not to mention that losing just a Silver Skeleton now was nothing compared to losing even a finger of his senior sister.

"… Continue!" Garrett didn’t hesitate, releasing the Dark Gold Skeleton. Watching the skeleton walk forward with clattering steps, Garrett took a deep breath, feeling the sting of loss.

"Senior brother, please give it some protection first. If this one gets damaged too, I won’t have anywhere to fix it!"

At the side of the operating table, the Grand Mage of Black Crow Swamp’s face twitched.

He had heard of this Dark Gold Skeleton. It was a gift from the Immortal! Which Black Crow Swamp mage wouldn’t want a legendary necromancer’s skeleton as a gift?

If it got bitten by the moss, let alone repairing it—even if they guessed that the Immortal wouldn’t mind Nordmark visiting him, it would still be heart-wrenching!

Every necromancer would feel a deep, bleeding pain.

Grand Mage Byerbo also glanced at the Dark Gold Skeleton. The previous Silver Skeleton was just a high-level mage’s tool, without consciousness. It could be replaced.

But this Dark Gold Skeleton was different! Besides being a legendary gift to his junior brother, it had consciousness and could grow. Destroying it would be a huge waste!

Byerbo lightly flicked his finger. A golden-red flame softly and snugly wrapped around the Dark Gold Skeleton, covering each bone. Even the deep cavities of its skull flickered with golden-red light, making it seem alive.

Garrett frowned slightly. His mental power had to penetrate not just one layer of flame but two, and he had to wrest control from the Dark Gold Skeleton, which doubled his consumption.

Fortunately, he could still manage for now. He estimated he could last about two hours if nothing unexpected happened.

He manipulated the Dark Gold Skeleton to pick up a new hemostatic clamp and continued the surgery. As soon as he moved, the flame silently wrapped around the clamp like a thin veil, without emitting heat—at least, Garrett didn’t see any signs of the clamp’s tip deforming from high temperature.

Garrett had an idea. He had the Dark Gold Skeleton pick up a new scalpel and attach it to the handle. Then, he turned to Grand Mage Byerbo:

"Senior brother, can you wrap this scalpel in flame without damaging the blade and make the flame as thin as possible?"

"You want a flame blade?"

Without moving, Byerbo let the flames from the flame cloak naturally flow onto the knife. A narrow edge, less than a millimeter wide, extended from the blade, evenly and smoothly, as thin as paper. R̃ä𝐍ΟʙĘŜ

"Is this okay? Should the blade be wider?"

"This is perfect!" Garrett was delighted.

"No need to make it wider. Wider, and I wouldn’t be used to it—senior brother, I’ll do the surgery, you control the flame cloak, don’t burn the inside, you can burn the outside! Especially towards the moss side!"

Since the moss feared fire, using fire to cut it was clearly effective!

As for wound carbonization—slight carbonization didn’t matter. In his previous life, when there was no healing magic, they used electrocautery for hemostasis!

It had that specific smell. The grand mages who weren’t used to the surgical room odor might have to endure it.

"Do as you say!" Grand Mage Byerbo responded grumpily. Garrett manipulated the Dark Gold Skeleton, holding a hemostatic clamp in one hand and the flame knife in the other, carefully clamping and cutting—

One cut, the side close to the normal tissue showed only slight tremors, with flames and lightning intertwined on the surface. The side near the moss had flames sweeping up, directly engulfing it, merging seamlessly with the flames above trapping the moss.

Garrett’s eyes lit up.

This method works!

If he had such strong elemental control, he wouldn’t fear cancer cell implantation or metastasis during tumor removal! No scattering, no implantation, fire would burn it clean!

Wait… Tumor removal required the edges to be sent for pathological examination to determine if cancer cells remained. Fire blades would carbonize the tissue, making sampling impossible.

Or, not using fire blades, but ice blades or other elemental blades? High-frequency vibrating blades, or holy light blades—how to control those to cut tissue without healing it?

Anyway, with a method to deal with this moss, surgery would be easier. Garrett used the hemostatic clamp to clip the excised tissue and moved it aside—

Sorry, no pathology basin, no second or third assistants, or nurse sisters to timely collect the samples. But the flame bent over, forming a ball, and directly "wiped" the moss-covered flesh off.

"…"

Garrett silently told himself to get used to the magical world’s assistant cooperation methods…

He cut away the moss from his senior sister’s shoulder piece by piece, trying not to damage the healthy muscle tissue. After the final cut, the flames suddenly brightened, compressing around the moss.

Leave a bit…

Garrett swallowed those words. This dangerous thing wasn’t something he was qualified to study. Would his senior brother or sister kindly leave a bit for him to research once he had the power to protect himself…

"Leave a bit!"

A clear voice. Senior Sister Philby sat up from the operating table, lightning flickering around her. Amidst the thunderous sounds, Garrett saw tiny green fragments expelled from her flesh, engulfed in flames and incinerated mid-air.

At the same time, a solidified flame wrapped around Garrett’s waist, pulling him back.

Garrett: "…The surgery isn’t finished! Let me take samples! Then heal the tissue and open the blood vessels! Don’t kick me out now!!!"

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