Chapter 502 – Parul’s First Surgery
“Holy Light is truly a wonderful thing, capable of healing wounds without any side effects. With Holy Light, one can practice surgery freely without any worries. As long as you have sufficient understanding and experience, even a fool can become a knife god.”
Amelia exclaimed, her eyes looking at Jayad and me, as if she saw infinite potential in us, believing she could mold me into an excellent chief surgeon in the future.
“Stop your wild thoughts. I won’t practice on humans!” I immediately rejected her insane proposal. Every time I discussed medical ethics with Amelia, I felt like I was talking to a brick wall.
“What a shame. It wouldn’t hurt after the anesthetic, though,” Amelia said regretfully. In her eyes, I was probably the brick wall.
However, what she said earlier had merit. We would still need to use the Hand of Glory in the future, and side effects would eventually arise. Therefore, I needed to at least learn how to save Jayad.
For now, let’s focus on the surgery itself. This was my first time as chief surgeon, and I was about to operate on the most important person to me. My hands were bound to tremble.
Amelia didn’t say anything, merely watching me quietly. Many doctors were nervous and unsteady during their first surgery. There was no need to rush; she just needed to calm down on her own.
Jayad extended his right hand and gently grasped mine. Miraculously, my trembling stopped. I looked up at Jayad, and he smiled, “Parul, just cut. Like the doctor said, don’t be afraid even if you cut wrongly. I’ll heal it immediately.”
So, I began, cautiously holding the tip of the dissector, lifting the obviously necrotic nerve and separating it from the muscle. Ahead, I had to continuously cut through the skin with the scalpel.
My movements were not proficient, and I was very slow. During the process, many capillaries were scraped open, and blood began to flow continuously. Amelia promptly used the suction head to remove the blood, allowing me to see the wound clearly.
Even so, the wound bled profusely. Below Jayad’s left hand was a copper basin, and the clear water within had already turned blackish-red.
I didn’t know how much longer I had to cut to remove the necrotic nerve. With every millimeter I cut, I was extremely cautious. It wasn’t until Amelia reminded me, “Cut more boldly. When will you finish cutting like this, inch by inch? Are you cutting a nerve or bleeding your brother dry?”
“I don’t know where to make the cut. I feel like this is already healthy nerve tissue,” I said, looking at Jayad’s arm. The necrotic part was concentrated on only about half of his forearm. Here, I had already cut to healthy skin.
“It doesn’t matter if you cut a little more. Your brother can regenerate. Absolutely do not leave any necrotic parts inside, or they will continue to affect the healing of surrounding tissues. It’s better to kill the wrong one than to let the wrong one go. You must clean it thoroughly,” Amelia instructed.
So, I had to cut a bit more until I was sure I was pulling out healthy nerve tissue. Only then did I pick up the surgical scissors and cut it off.
“Your speed is too slow. Let me demonstrate a complete procedure for you. Watch carefully.” Amelia picked up the scalpel again and, with a single stroke, cut across an already purplish-blue meridian from end to end, stripping and lifting out the necrotic nerve before cutting it. The entire process took less than ten seconds, far faster than me.
Fortunately, Jayad had so much necrotic nerve tissue in his hand that it was enough for me to practice. Later on, I became numb and more proficient, no longer hesitating. Although I was still not as fast as Amelia, I was much quicker than when I started.
I also began to understand why Amelia had said it would be better to cut off a hand and reattach a new one rather than excising necrotic tissue. There was simply too much necrotic tissue.
Not only nerves but also some blood vessels, some muscles, and even some bones showed slight mutations, requiring bone chisels and bone files to pare them away.
I also finally encountered the kind of problem that troubled other doctors – the knowledge deficiency caused by forced knowledge transfer. When it came to areas within my brain that contained knowledge, I was like a divine helper, knowing everything.
But when I suddenly encountered an area where my brain lacked knowledge, such as how to cleanly scrape diseased bone, I instantly entered an unknown territory, understanding nothing. I couldn’t even recognize which bones were diseased and which were growing normally.
In the end, Amelia handled it, teaching me as she worked.
The closer it was to the Hand of Glory, the more severe the mutation became, especially in the fingers, which were almost completely hollowed out. The tray beside us was filled with necrotic tissue, making me feel flustered and my hands weak.
“Alright, let’s stop here. Your condition is no longer suitable for continuing the surgery. However, you’ve worked very hard today. I’ll handle the remaining clean-up work,” Amelia said.
Finally, I could put down the scalpel. I had never imagined operating on Older Brother Jayad, and I had learned many new things.
The clean-up was simple enough. Jayad healed the wounds with Holy Light again. After we finished cutting each part, he healed the surgical wound. By the time we completed our surgery, he was finished healing.
As a result, there was no need for stitches, bandaging, or observation. We could directly see the results of Jayad’s recovery. His entire hand was fair and tender, like that of a newborn infant.
“Looking at all this, it’s hard to believe it was cut from my body,” Jayad said, looking at the pile of disgusting material, unable to fully express his feelings.
He moved his left hand, and it obeyed his will perfectly. Everything flowed unimpeded, his fingers were agile, and the previous sluggish feeling was completely gone. Now, his skillful techniques could be used again.
Originally, I wanted Amelia to examine Jayad’s Holy Light mutation – his cluster of eyes and his six bone wings. However, Amelia looked exhausted and said she couldn’t perform surgery anymore.
I had almost forgotten that Amelia had been trapped in the Dream World for three months, continuously researching ways to treat patients with Nightmare Syndrome. She had been exhausted, and upon her return, she had to help Jayad with surgery while dragging her weak body, having not even eaten.
Furthermore, Amelia had a limit to her rationality. She had been under God’s gaze for three months, heard many whispers, and seen countless bizarre and terrifying nightmares. Asking her now to look at Jayad’s mutated body was indeed asking too much of her.
I knew that Amelia rarely refused people when it came to medical matters; she was always proactive, especially now that she thought highly of me and was personally guiding me. Her refusal at this moment must have been because she understood her current condition had reached its limit.
“Yes, I apologize. I overlooked your current state. You should rest well first. Remember to eat well, sleep well, and take care of your emotions. We’ll take our leave now,” I remembered that Jayad had to go to work that night.
However, before we left, Amelia still asked for a tube of my blood to research my vascular disease.
