Chapter 1026: Local Anesthesia
My expression darkened. Although I knew Amelia lacked tact, saying such a thing to a victim, like their organs should have been completely removed, was truly insensitive.
“That’s because I stopped it. I saw her being attacked on the road and immediately intervened to save her. Otherwise, she would have met the same fate as others,” Jayad explained.
“Ah, I see. It’s like that. Speaking of which, I have heard about a serial murderer in Cando City who specifically targets young, beautiful women. They only take one part, which is truly a waste,” Amelia said disdainfully, as if she would have taken all the organs if she were the murderer. To this, I could only think, “As expected of you.”
“So, you’ve come to ask for my help with treatment after all. However, she doesn’t seem to have any wounds, though there is blood,” Amelia remarked, looking at Giselle’s exposed chest.
“I’ve already healed her. Otherwise, she would have bled to death on the way here. I’ve been continuously maintaining her bodily functions with Holy Light,” Jayad replied.
“I really envy your Church’s abilities. You can heal wounds and forcefully sustain life without medicine. However, when it comes to missing organs, only a doctor can handle it. Let me take a look.” Amelia lazily stood up, picked up a stethoscope, and approached Giselle. She began examining Giselle’s chest with the stethoscope, occasionally touching her directly.
But as I had guessed, her condition wasn’t good. It might also be due to the exhaustion from being busy all morning.
“Hmm, her stomach is indeed missing. This is easy to fix, though it will cost me one of my reserve stomachs,” Amelia said somewhat reluctantly.
“I will pay the costs, for your surgery fee and the organ fee,” Giselle stated. She was quite stubborn, as evident from the time she was caught stealing by a noble. She seemed to dislike owing anyone.
“That’s not necessary. I have only one condition: Parul will continue to be my assistant,” Amelia said.
“There’s no problem with that. I brought the patient here, so even if you didn’t ask, I would still be on the operating table,” I replied.
“Not just for this surgery, but also when I become a military doctor, you need to assist me. Otherwise, I’ll be too exhausted to recover,” Amelia added.
“Okay, I promise,” I said. I had no choice but to repay the favor. Moreover, Amelia seemed so fatigued. If she genuinely needed help, I wouldn’t refuse.
“Then, let’s get to the operating table. Go change into your isolation gowns,” Amelia instructed.
There was no room for further refusal. The patient’s condition was critical, so Amelia and I immediately changed into isolation gowns. Jayad, carrying Giselle, was led to the operating room by a nurse.
After Older Brother Jayad left, I suddenly heard some indistinct whispers in the changing room. The surrounding environment seemed to become hazy.
“Parul, what’s wrong?” Amelia’s voice startled me. She had already taken off her white coat, revealing a comely but somewhat sickly body.
“Amelia, did you hear whispers? Or is the clinic’s space a bit distorted?” I asked.
“Whispers? No, but the space being somewhat unstable is common. I’ll have that child fix it tomorrow,” Amelia said.
That child likely referred to Samantha, as she was the only one with the ability to maintain the dreamscape.
Since Amelia said it was a common occurrence, I decided not to worry about it. I put on my surgical gown, hair cap, gloves, and mask, ensuring I was completely prepared, and followed Amelia to the operating room.
At the operating room doorway, Samantha stood quietly, waiting, holding a transparent glass container. A vivid red stomach floated within the solution, still wriggling slightly.
I was relieved that her clinic had a reserve stomach. However, one thing still made me uneasy: “Are you sure this stomach is compatible? If a rejection reaction occurs, it could be fatal for her.”
“Rejection reaction? That will definitely happen, after all, it’s from a different person’s stomach. If the rejection reaction isn’t resolved, she will certainly die. But this isn’t a big problem,” Amelia said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I was stunned and suddenly remembered that Amelia had previously mentioned how deeply the medical field researched transplantation, even developing a specialized branch of transplantologists who focused on transplant surgery and could even transplant organs from different species into humans.
The rejection reaction must be one of the challenges they had to overcome. It seemed I could learn something today.
We entered the operating room, and the surgical lamps illuminated. Older Brother Jayad was by the bedside, continuing to stroke Giselle’s body and infuse her with Holy Light.
Seeing us enter, he nodded. After infusing the final wave of Holy Light, he turned and left the operating room. Jayad looked weary as he left, having been continuously supplying Holy Light.
Amelia took out the anesthesia cylinder, preparing to anesthetize Giselle. She suddenly spoke, “Can we do this without anesthesia?”
“Heh, how is that possible? We’re about to perform an abdominal surgery. You’ll be in so much pain that you’ll wish you were dead. Of course, it’s fine if you suffer, but if you thrash around, I won’t be able to complete the surgery,” Amelia said with a cold laugh.
There were many such patients. Quite a few were afraid of anesthesia or believed they could endure it without it. All of them ended up in excruciating pain, thrashing wildly, and ultimately, surgeries that could have been successful ended in failure.
“I will bear with it. If absolutely necessary, can we use local anesthesia? I promise I won’t move around. Losing consciousness makes me too uneasy,” Giselle said.
I was surprised she knew about local anesthesia. However, from what I knew, for such a major surgery, local anesthesia would definitely not be enough. But Giselle seemed very insistent, refusing to be anesthetized.
I looked at Amelia, and she nodded. “Since you wish it, local anesthesia isn’t impossible. But your hands and feet must be bound. If the surgery fails due to your movement caused by pain, I take no responsibility.”
“Okay,” Giselle agreed. Samantha then bound her to the operating table, not just her hands and feet, but also her shoulders, waist, and legs, ensuring she absolutely could not move in a way that would affect the surgery. Amelia administered local anesthesia with a needle.
Next, there was no time to delay. We first cut open her chest completely to ensure it wouldn’t interfere with the surgery. Amelia disinfected strictly according to the procedure. As she applied alcohol, I could feel Giselle’s tension and uneasiness.
“Let’s start with opening the chest, Parul. Can you handle this step?” Amelia asked.
“I can, but I’m not confident. Let’s do it together,” I suggested. I had never performed chest surgery before.
Amelia nodded, and we both made the incision.
