A Hospital in Another World?

The barbarian tribes’ grand gathering, also known as "Akula," is typically held at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. At this time, the roads are dry, and the water levels are low. Both the animals on land and in water have stored up enough fat, making it the perfect time for a feast.

Of course, as the host, the powerful tribes have stockpiled food to entertain guests from hundreds of miles around.

Not all tribes attend. But centered around a certain point, tribes within a certain radius that can make it will try their best to come and participate in this annual event of competition, matchmaking, and trading.

Warriors showcase their strength in combat, vying for the affection of eligible young women, who are looking for suitable partners. Spellcasters exchange and compare various techniques, while leaders discuss plans to subdue a powerful magical beast or to start a war…

Every decent village or tribe places great importance on this gathering. Although there’s still more than a month to go, time is already tight:

Just getting there from Elder Gu’s village would take half a month of walking!

“So, we’re going to walk that long…”

Seraina sits cross-legged on the wagon, muttering boredly as it rocks back and forth. To the left, overgrown grass; to the right, more overgrown grass…

Garrett decides to journey with Elder Gu and his people, bringing along a few books looted from his aunt. The first two days were fine, with plenty of new patients to treat and new treatment methods to observe, but after setting out…

“Garrett, let’s go back! Isn’t it better to continue reading at aunt’s place?” Seraina complains, pouting:

“When they’re almost there, I can fly you over. It’d be so much more convenient! Why do we have to walk with them?”

“Because I need to conduct an experiment,” Garrett reassures her with a smile. On the wagon floor in front of him, four green vines bind a rabbit, legs in the air, its fur on the chest, abdomen, and thighs completely shaven.

Conducting experiments involving inserting silver wires into a rabbit’s heart, implanting vines, and occasionally dissecting it, wouldn’t be appropriate in front of Lady Silver Dragon. The more lenient she is, the less we should take her for granted!

Besides, it’s easier to catch rabbits in the wilderness than in a dragon’s nest…

Garrett sits cross-legged in front of the rabbit. With his eyes slightly closed, his fingertips move the vines continuously, guiding them into the rabbit’s body through its femoral artery. While guiding the vines, he observes the position of the silver wire next to it under the 【Arcane Eye】, and also opens his mind to sense the rabbit’s condition:

“Ouch!”

A huge wave of fear hits him!

In an instant, Garrett’s heartbeat accelerates, his hands sweat, and his face turns pale. His concentration breaks, the vines disappear, and the rabbit leaps up, the silver wire tearing open its femoral artery…

“Garrett!”

Seraina exclaims in shock. She lunges forward, trying to catch the rabbit with her left hand while her right hand casts a healing spell. Before her hand even touches the rabbit, a splash of warm, fresh blood covers her face.

“Don’t panic!”

Garrett snaps out of his daze and immediately moves forward. He grabs the rabbit’s right leg with his left hand, and with a precise press on the near end of the bleeding point with his right, he stops the bleeding. Then, lifting his left hand, he quickly moves it over, pressing down on the bleeding point with a glow of white light.

In the span of a breath, the torn artery heals as if caressed by an invisible hand. It contracts, heals, and returns to its original state without leaving a trace of injury.

Seraina’s eyes widen, and she lifts her face, her lips forming an O-shape:

“Damn! You just used a minor healing spell!”

“Ah, there’s a little trick to it,” Garrett, recovering from the shock of the fear, smiles and points to the rabbit’s femoral artery:

“When you see bleeding, your first reaction should always be to stop the bleeding. Rush over, press down on the bleeding point, and then any healing spell you use afterward will be effective and consume much less energy!”

“But… what if I can’t react in time?” Seraina wipes the blood off her face and spits, quickly casting a cleaning spell on herself:

“What then?”

“Then you practice more! Back when I…”

“What happened back then?” Seraina cuts in. Seeing Garrett just smiling without answering, she shakes him by the arm:

“What happened back then? Tell me!”

“Nothing much… Just that the first time I was an assistant

on stage, I got sprayed with blood all over my head and face. I stepped back, and the teacher scolded me out of the operating room. I felt wronged, saying I was afraid of infection. The teacher said, ’serves you right, who told you not to wear goggles…’”

Garrett laughs warmly, his smile a mix of nostalgia and warmth:

“Later on, I learned that when you see spurting blood, the first thing to do is press down with gauze, then use a suction device to remove it. Whether it’s suturing or cauterizing the bleeding, the teacher would handle it… Practice a few more times, and once you eliminate the instinctual response, it becomes second nature…”

Are surgeons afraid of blood?

Of course, they are. Not afraid of ordinary bleeding, but unexpected, massive bleeding that sprays all over the head and face, on the operating light, and even on the ceiling of the operating room, with countless gauzes unable to stop it, standing in blood after a surgery…

How could they not be afraid?

But the slightest panic or slackness, and the price might be a patient’s life.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

So, all fears must be forgotten, all instincts suppressed. Focus entirely, with steady breath and calm spirit, all actions aimed at achieving one sole purpose:

Healing!

Healing!

After healing the rabbit, he presses it back onto the wagon floor and binds it with vines again. Adjusting his breathing and calming his emotions, he opens his mind for the nth time, observing the rabbit’s condition.

The natural servitors, with their ability to communicate with animals, possess both a blessing and a restriction. When you can feel their fear, sorrow, and pain, when you can sense their tiny hearts beating furiously in the face of death’s last struggle…

Natural servitors seldom have the heart to harm them.

Of course, to obtain food or warm fur, servitors of the nature god can still choose to hunt animals. At that time, they often shut down their senses—

But Garrett can’t do that.

He must communicate with the animals, understanding all their reactions—cold? Hungry? In pain? Difficulty breathing? Nauseous? Itchy all over?

Not only in quiet moments but also during surgery!

For this skill, Garrett has practiced for a long, long time. He can now communicate in a calm state, but the moment he opens his mind during surgery, he loses connection.

The 23rd experiment failed. However, he lasted half a second longer than before… Garrett, keep it up!

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