Chapter 501: You Can Do It, You Go Ahead
“Such technique…” Amelia looked at me with surprise as I carefully picked at the necrotic nerve. My hand was incredibly steady, and it’s generally difficult for inexperienced people to distinguish nerve tissue.
I just did it naturally. I suddenly felt like I could help, and then moved my hand subconsciously.
And it was successful. I managed to find the necrotic nerve in the thin wound on Older Brother Jayad’s arm and removed it on the first try.
“Very good, stay still like that.” Amelia held the surgical scissors and nerve stripper, slowly excising the necrotic nerve.
“Parul, you know surgery?” Jayad asked, also looking at me with surprise.
“I didn’t before, but now I seem to.” I replied. Although I wasn’t proficient and my movements were still a bit stiff, I could manage with time.
“I don’t think just hearing whispers would grant you this level of skill, right?” Jayad asked. He always believed I gained medical knowledge from hearing divine whispers. However, it was clear that simply hearing about it wasn’t enough to master manual skills.
“Indeed, it’s impossible. Divine whispers can at most impart theoretical knowledge, and perhaps some people might see illusions, making it more intuitive. But true skill comes from practice. Parul, have you performed surgery before?”
Amelia asked while her hands were still busy. Her surgical skills were learned from her teacher, taught hand-in-hand, and honed through countless surgeries to reach her current level. And Parul was already better than most qualified doctors.
“Heh, I’m even more exaggerated than that. Didn’t I go into a dream to give you a prophecy for the Insect Race? And I ended up gazing upon the gods within that dream? As a result, I gained a lot of medical knowledge, including some practical experience with the body.” I said.
Amelia’s eyes immediately lit up. She looked at me like I was a fat sheep or a treasure. That’s why I didn’t want to tell her what I gained in the dream. With her habit of even kidnapping people for dreams to gain knowledge, she would definitely consider taking me down too.
However, Amelia seemed to understand that she shouldn’t be too obvious. She asked, “If that’s the case, you should be able to perform surgery by now, shouldn’t you? How about you do the excising, and I’ll assist you?”
After saying that, she handed me the nerve stripper. I repeatedly shook my head, “No, even though I’ve gained a lot of knowledge, it’s all dormant in the depths of my consciousness. I don’t know if I can actually do it until I see it myself.”
“I understand. Since you can pick out nerves, it means you possess knowledge of nervous system surgery and should have the ability to perform surgery. And won’t the knowledge awaken unless you try it yourself?”
Amelia seemed to understand that feeling of knowledge sleeping in the mind, only recalled through personal attempts, or even not knowing what you know until you try.
She probably had similar experiences, so her words were easily understood between us, much simpler than explaining to Older Brother Jayad.
“But, but even so, I can’t use Older Brother Jayad’s crucial treatment as your first practice! I should at least practice on other surgeries until I’m proficient!” I shook my head repeatedly. I absolutely didn’t want to use Older Brother Jayad’s important recovery surgery as practice.
“His condition is one in ten years, where else am I going to find someone with necrotic hand nerves? And the Hand of Glory is so useful; you’ll definitely need to use it again in the future. If you learn to use it, you can operate on your brother yourself, even if I’m not here.” Amelia said.
“Ah, this…” Her words convinced me. Indeed, as she said, the Hand of Glory was a powerful Black Magic prop that could easily lead to victory in combat if used properly.
Of course, I knew its side effects were huge. But the problem was, which of us didn’t have side effects? Whether I used magic or Jayad used Holy Light, there were side effects; we would mutate.
Moreover, we often faced life-or-death situations. Since I transmigrated, I had encountered mortal danger multiple times. If we lost our lives, what was the point of talking about side effects?
I subconsciously took the nerve stripper Amelia handed me. It looked like a short metal rod, with a sharp probe at one end and a small shovel-like blade at the other, like a flat-head screwdriver. It was a tool specifically used for stripping nerves.
However, facing Jayad’s scarred arm, I still hesitated. Jayad saw my reluctance and said with a smile, “Parul, just cut. It’s okay if you cut wrong. Look.”
As he spoke, Holy Light flowed through his arm. The area that had been cut by the scalpel and the necrotic nerve that had been removed regenerated. Moreover, the regenerated skin was no longer necrotic like that of a zombie, but fair, smooth, and normal-colored flesh.
And Jayad controlled it well. The Holy Light only flowed through the wound we were working on, bypassing the area that had not yet been cut and was still open.
His control over Holy Light had further improved. If he had directly consumed a Life Elixir, all wounds would have healed at once, making surgery impossible.
But Jayad was different. He could selectively heal the parts he wanted, leaving the surgical site open until the operation was complete. He didn’t even need stitches.
Amelia’s eyes sparkled as she watched Jayad heal his arm with Holy Light. She couldn’t help but exclaim, “You siblings are like two treasures! Isn’t he a natural living teacher perfect for practicing surgery? He can’t die no matter how much you practice.”
“Don’t joke about Older Brother Jayad!” I said, unhappy.
“I’m not joking, Parul. Do you know who the best doctors in the world are?” Amelia asked.
“How would I know?” I wasn’t interested in medicine before. “Perhaps from the royal hospitals?”
“Of course not. It’s the churches that worship the God of Medicine. They can stably and risk-free acquire a vast amount of medical knowledge from the gods, but they are unwilling to share it with everyone.” Amelia showed a hint of disgust on her face, clearly disliking their actions.
“Our advantage as doctors over those charlatans is that most of them are armchair theorists. They can talk the talk about medicine, but they might not even know how to wield a scalpel in clinical practice. So, doctors are still stronger when it comes to surgery.”
I could imagine a group of clergy whose main job was worshipping gods. Medicine would only be a gift from the gods, and saving lives wouldn’t be their job. At best, it would be a side gig. They didn’t need to make a living from it, and the high and mighty clergy might not be willing to operate on ordinary people.
“Therefore, surgery is honed through practice. There was a group called the Healing Church that realized their shortcomings and gathered a group of people to perform dissections daily. They would cut, heal, and then cut again, rapidly advancing their skills.”
