Chapter 635 – This is Not an Innovation
My face darkened. I had painstakingly completed a surgery, and it was only because Amelia threw a tantrum and refused to work that I was forced to step in. Yet, upon her return, she neither inquired about the patient’s condition nor the surgery. Instead, she immediately looked at the removed mutated organ and declared it could be sold for money. I found her attitude infuriating.
“Doctor, Miss Parul’s surgery was extremely well done. The entire process was smooth, the mutated organ was completely removed, and the incision was very small. You should take a look,” Samantha said.
“There’s no need. It was just a minor subcutaneous excision. I’m sure Parul could have done a fine job,” Amelia said dismissively.
In her eyes, such a surgery was insignificant, which was why she didn’t ask about the procedure or the patient’s condition?
“No! Doctor, the method Miss Parul used just now is one you’ve never used before. I don’t think you know about it, but I believe you could learn from it!” Even Samantha could detect a slight edge in her tone.
“Hmm? Medical skills I haven’t seen before? Really? I’ve seen a lot of medical techniques. While I might not have been able to learn many of them, that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen them,” Amelia’s tone immediately became serious, and her demeanor changed completely.
“When Miss Parul was operating just now, she made a small incision of less than one centimeter right here. Then, she inserted the optic nerve dissector, navigated behind the eye to sever the optic nerve, and clamped out the mutated crystal,” Samantha said, gesturing towards Claire’s face.
“Impossible! You can’t see anything there. How could you possibly perform such a precise operation as severing a nerve, uh…” Amelia was about to declare it impossible when she suddenly saw the excised crystal with its attached nerves in the basin of water.
“I see. So that’s why these nerves are still so intact?” Amelia murmured to herself. She then suddenly reached out and pulled open Claire’s eyelid. Claire was still unconscious, her eyes vacant and rolled upward.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Claire had already been cured, yet this unscrupulous doctor was still meddling. I was afraid she would cause further problems for Claire.
However, Amelia ignored me. She intently examined Claire’s eyeball, then opened the other one, murmuring in surprise, “No congestion. The capillaries weren’t broken at all. This, this is impossible. You truly performed a nerve dissection in a blind spot, and yet their vision is still normal.”
I immediately understood what Amelia was thinking. The area around the eyes is protected by a ring of muscles, and these muscles are connected to a dense network of capillaries in the conjunctiva.
Performing surgery in this area would undoubtedly damage the capillaries, causing the eyes to become congested or bloodshot. This is a normal occurrence in eye surgery, and the redness would subside after a while.
But neither of Claire’s eyes showed any congestion. This meant that I had indeed avoided operating directly on the eyeball and its immediate vicinity. Without damaging the surrounding tissues, I had navigated behind the eye to sever the optic nerve—a feat that could only be described as masterfully skillful.
Now, Claire’s face was smooth and soft, with no traces of the surgery. It was naturally impossible to tell how large the incision had been during my operation. However, while a stab wound could be healed by holy light, the resulting eye congestion would not heal on its own.
Holy light healing merely restored the wound to its original state; it wouldn’t reverse the flow of blood. This was essentially beyond the scope of a “wound.” I had often seen Older Brother Jayad with healed wounds but still covered in blood.
Therefore, even with the wound healed, the eye congestion would remain. The evidence was right there.
The absence of bloodshot eyes alone led to the conclusion that I hadn’t operated through the eye itself. Furthermore, it was immediately obvious that Claire’s vision was still normal. Amelia’s medical knowledge was indeed extensive.
Unfortunately, I didn’t feel particularly proud of this. Perhaps the meticulous care taken to avoid damaging the skin and flesh around the eye was worth some minor pride. However, the ability to bypass the eye entirely was solely due to my God’s Eye. I could see clearly; it wasn’t a true blind spot surgery.
“However, I recall seeing someone perform surgery with their eyes covered at a Royal Medical Conference. They could even locate diseased organs and bones within the body despite internal obstructions, easily identifying the affected areas,” Amelia suddenly recalled.
“Initially, I was quite impressed by his performance. But later, I heard he merely possessed clairvoyance. This means anyone with clairvoyance could achieve what he did. This surgery was just a display of skill, not something recognized by his peers.”
I smiled. “Indeed. I did use a certain spell to achieve the effect of seeing through the human body, which is how I was able to do this. But that’s not the main point. The main point is the size of the wound.”
“That’s right,” Amelia suddenly remembered. Samantha had emphasized the small incision from the beginning, not the blind spot surgery. She herself had questioned the field of vision.
Amelia looked around the operating table, her gaze settling on the trash can containing surgical waste. In reality, it contained nothing but cotton balls and swabs used for hemostasis and medication.
“You only used this much?” Amelia immediately frowned, asking. The amount of blood loss was significantly different from what she estimated for a facial surgery, especially one requiring three incisions.
Again, she identified a problem based on the blood loss. She had an intimate understanding of the potential outcomes of a surgery.
“That’s right, just this much. And this was from Miss Parul’s first surgery, where she made a larger incision. If it had been as small as the subsequent two, the blood loss would have been even less,” Samantha said.
“The blood loss would be even less, and the wound might not even need stitches. Wait a moment, can you really perform surgery through such a small opening?” Amelia murmured, mentally simulating the surgical process based on Samantha’s description.
“Of course, the instruments you provided are quite professional,” I said with a smile. In fact, these were not instruments truly designed for minimally invasive surgery; they could actually be more precise and smaller.
This was what I was proud of. In this异世界, I had recreated the minimally invasive surgical techniques from my previous life. I believed that in this world, no one had yet accomplished this.
The reason was simple: it wasn’t a matter of technique, but rather the prevalent medical ethics in this world. I suspected few doctors here considered the pain patients endured, minimizing blood loss, reducing risks, and the post-operative recovery time—factors that truly considered the patient’s well-being.
It took a considerable time after the invention of the endoscope for minimally invasive surgery to be discovered accidentally during an operation. Subsequently, doctors in my previous life quickly recognized its benefits, rapidly perfecting and popularizing it.
In this world, surely many doctors possessed clairvoyance. However, they still habitually made large incisions during surgery because it was easier to operate. This was a limitation imposed by the Inertia of medical thinking.
