It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 817 Find another great mage to find a solution? (Monthly ticket plus 1)

Gretel's face darkened.In the open space next to him, Bernard was carrying an iron lump that was taller than his whole body, and was squatting up and down hard. Hearing this, he complained:

"The boss should have practiced a long time ago. His teacher - not the one in Nevis, but the one in his hometown, taught by the natural gods, has always entrusted him to practice well, so that he can at least run when he encounters enemies. As a result, the boss has been busy, busy, very, very busy..."

He was too busy to use force, so he forced the boss to exercise!
"Fortunately, the boss finally figured it out. Alas, if he doesn't think it through again, I'm going to be unable to beat him..."

He hasn't been promoted to level 9 yet!The boss is already level 8!If you go on any further, you really won't be able to beat it!

Celera laughed hard.After laughing for a long time, he wiped his face, casually grabbed an unedged long sword on the weapon rack, waved it, and whined:

"Okay, Gretel, if you really want to be a knight, I'll train you. When will you beat me, when..."

"When will I die." Gretel complained with a straight face.Sirira, you are a dragon!Dragon!What misconceptions do you have about your own combat abilities?
Even in human form, no, in the elf state, you can casually pick up fighters above level ten just by relying on your physical strength!I didn't dare to wrestle with you without seeing Bernard...

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he knows he can't break it!

And, Cerilla, what are you doing with Bernard's training sword?This sword is almost up to my shoulder height!The whole thing is wide and thick, like there are more iron bars than iron plates, more iron plates than iron swords...

Do you want to train me with this stuff?Swinging a stick over, I can't hold it even with mage armor!
"Cerilla, I'm not here to develop any combat power, I just want to stabilize my hand during the operation..."

After he explained for a long time, Cerilla finally let out an "oh", turned the long sword, and pointed straight ahead.The arm tensed slightly, the tip of the sword froze, and a stream of light slid across the spine of the sword soundlessly.

Gretel pointed out:

"It's not easy to see it like this...Cerilla, you find a fixed object, point it with the tip of the sword, and see if the tip of the sword shakes, it's easier to distinguish—"

With a sound of swish, a sharp sword aura shot out from the unsharp iron sword used for training.Gretel jumped back, and the sword energy drew a long straight line on the ground.Cerilla took two steps forward, pointing the tip of the sword at the end of the line...

"Hey, really! It's really shaking!"

She became competitive, comparing and slashing back and forth with the sword.The tip of the heavy training sword poked on the ground, and after a while, countless small holes were poked out, like a pockmarked face.Cerilla couldn't help but pouted her lips, exerting all her strength:
"Oh! Ah! Oh! . . . Hey!"

Unknowingly, she stepped hard on the compact training ground, and she stepped on a deep footprint.

Gretel explained softly beside him:

"You don't have enough strength in your hands, you can't control your arms, and your weapon will tremble. If you change to a lighter long sword, it will be much better..."

"is it?"

Cerilla looked back, turned around, and waved her hands.The iron sword, which was half the height of a person and probably heavier than Gretel, was thrown directly towards the weapon rack by her—don't!You will collapse like this!

Before Gretel yelled "Caution", a brilliance flowed from the iron sword, and then it fell lightly and soundlessly onto the weapon rack.Gretel smiled wryly:

How can I forget Serila's racial talent, feather fall and so on, she has always been as proficient in playing as breathing.Throwing such an iron sword is not a problem at all.

She swiped her backhand, and pulled out a long sword out of nowhere.Cerilla held it in her hand, and didn't cherish it very much. She just hung down the tip of the sword like ordinary broken copper and iron, and poked the lines on the ground:
"Hey! Really! A light sword doesn't shake anymore! Look, Gretel!"

The tip of the sword swept across, and a straight line fell on the ground, completely parallel to the previous one, without the slightest difference in distance.

"So you still have no strength in your arms! Gretel, your strength is too weak!"

She sheathed her sword—or rather, tossed the sword into storage equipment.Then, raising his arm, he reached out and pinched Gretel's upper arm:

"You have to practice hard!"

Gretel jumped away quickly.He raised his palms, made a gesture of evasion, and explained softly:
"A millimeter of trembling in the hand can be transmitted to the end of the surgical instrument, and it can shake a few millimeters. When performing delicate surgery, the end of the instrument, one millimeter, or even 0.1 millimeter of shaking can't be—"

Neurosurgery for anastomosis of blood vessels requires 1 stitches to evenly suture blood vessels with a diameter of 12 mm.Shake it out by 0.1 mm, and the landing point of this stitch will be next to that stitch.Then, I dare to show you the stitched blood vessels.

Building arm strength does help a bit, including practicing opening cherries with a needle holder, stitching grapes, and peeling oranges.But, but...

At such a level of refinement, it is very difficult to achieve this level purely by training.Those monsters outside the gods, how did they do it?

... In other words, this is also the reason why neurosurgery stands proudly at the top of the chain of contempt for surgery.And this time, what Gretel needs to challenge is divine surgery...

Even after traveling once, even if he advanced to a level 8 mage and level 8 priest, his physical and mental strength had been greatly strengthened, but Gretel was still not sure about this kind of surgery.In this respect, he is not even as good as ordinary people in his previous life.

There are specialties in the surgery industry, nothing more.

Cerilla listened to his explanation patiently, her eyes shifted, and she thought carefully.She is good at using violence to get everything done, taking pictures with dragon claws, making a ball of meat paste, it's easy; but, to do such a delicate operation...

Let her think about it, is there any relevant content in the inheritance memory...

The more Celera thought about it, the more fascinated she became.Gradually, the silver-blue eyes turned into sterling silver, tiny scale-like patterns appeared on the cheeks, ears, and neck, and the aura of the body gradually rose.Gretel hurried forward to push her:

"Cerilla! Wake up! Wake up! Don't be in a daze here!"

——The important thing is, don't turn into a dragon body here!

There is a big dragon's nest on it!

Cerilla shuddered, nodded to Grete, and rushed into the tower in two or three steps.Bernard took off the iron lump on his back with a "clang", wiped his sweat, and smiled silly at Gretel:
"Boss, are you still practicing? Do you want me to stretch for you?"

"……don't want!"

Gretel turned his head and fled back to the mage tower.The barbarian's hands are not light or heavy, and the last time he said to help him stretch, he almost broke him!
The legs are separated, and the split is 180 degrees, that is hard to hit the ground!Just like that, he also said, "In our tribe, only children need such help from adults..."

The implication is that adults, even young fighters, have a set of effective training and recovery methods, and adults don't need to worry about getting started...

But how soft a child's body is!If you let an adult try to open the hip, you can strain the ligament on the spot!
Gretel fled back at a gallop.Back in the tower, I found that Master Norwood and Aurora, who had finished their day's work, were watching the excitement at the door with a smile on their faces.Seeing him come back, Master Norwood took a step forward, bowing his head slightly:

"Boss, the transformation department may have a solution to the problem you encountered."

"Oh?"

Gretel regained his energy and immediately turned to stare at him.Mage Norwood smiled:

"I understand that you need to protect some very small things that have to be touched during the operation. Then, why don't you add a layer of protection to them before doing it?"

Gretel's eyes brightened, then dimmed again.He shook his head slightly:

"I've thought about this method too.—But physical protection, I mean, gauze or something, is too thick and will cause damage. And magic protection, whether it's mage armor or mage hands, I don't know. I don't have enough control..."

The mage armor can only be pasted on the body in one layer, allowing it to flow naturally and cover the whole body.The mage's hand can be deformed, flattened, thinned, and thinned, and turned into various magical instruments he wants.However, if you want to carefully protect the nerves in the vertebral foramen...

He tried, he tried putting the mage's hand in, "wrapping" the nerve.Then, the mage's hand, which was a solid body after all, had a size, squeezed the precious and delicate spinal cord.

After all, there is only so much space in the vertebral foramen, and there is really only a little space for him to operate.

"I understand that." Master Norwood smiled slightly.He took out a silver coin, activated his mental power, and saw a filament fluttering out from the edge of the silver coin.When it was first pulled out, it was white and bright, but after a while, it faded visibly to the naked eye.

"Silver is easy to oxidize..." Gretel muttered in a low voice.Mr. Norwood looked up and smiled:

"Yes, so magicians of the transformation department will use some small tricks to protect the most delicate parts of magic equipment. Just like this..."

He took out a small piece of rubber, watched his mental strength condense, and pulled out a silver thread from the silver coin again.The silver wire got longer and longer, and the rubber wrapped it up, covering the silver wire with a layer of rubber.

Gretel grabbed the silver thread, touched it, and stroked it.The rubber is thin and smooth, including the silver wire wrapped inside, the diameter is less than 0.5 mm, and there is no pit or crater in the end.

Then pick it with your nails, you can pick up a layer casually, leaving a layer of debris in the nail crevice.Mr. Norwood laughed:

"Workers can wrap a layer of silver wire, but the most precise processing can only be performed by the spiritual power of a magician. If it is a finer part, it can even be wrapped with a force field, just like this—"

Another silver thread swayed out.This time, the silver thread was stretched by one foot, two feet, one meter, two meters, but it was always brilliant without any dimness.Gretel concentrated on the perception, only to find that the power of an invisible substance is attached to the silver wire.

"How to train such mental power? Is there a way?"

Gretel took a step forward, his eyes were shining, and his breathing was slightly rapid.Master Norwood shook his head regretfully:

"This is the secret method of the transformation department, I know, but I haven't got the permission to teach others. Maybe, boss, which archmage can you talk to?"

Anyway, you know a lot about the boss of the Alchemy Guild, much more than me... Maybe someone will teach you the method when they are happy?
It's not a particularly secret thing, it's just that I don't have enough authority.Boss, it's up to you!

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(End of this chapter)