A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 513: Divine Magic or Surgical Removal of a Lipoma?

"This... this... is what the inside of an arm looks like?"

Jason Tarn stammered, his eyes bulging. If Garrett didn’t know the context, he would have given him a diagnosis right away:

"Suspected hyperthyroidism, go check your thyroid function test—if you’re being cautious, consider doing the five-function thyroid test in one go."

But it was clear Mr. Jason didn’t need that. He greedily touched the freshly made model, running his hands from top to bottom, bottom to top, then prying it open for a closer look:

"Bone! Rough and bumpy bone covered with many protrusions!"

"Blood vessels! Twisting and turning, branching off endlessly!"

"Muscle! Layer upon layer, pressing against each other, attached to the bone! With blood vessels running through them!"

"And those silvery white strands, what Master Nordmark called ’nerves,’ which apparently caused Ramos’s fingers to become unable to bend, grip, and suffer various discomforts when pressed."

"So, just cut out that tumor?"

He tugged at that pale yellow mass, pulling and releasing, pulling and releasing.

The tumor was wedged between two muscles, seemingly easy to extract with a simple pull—

"What if we don’t use a knife? Can we just shrink the tumor?"

"Emmmmm..."

Garrett stroked his chin, contemplating. This was the classic difference between internal medicine and surgery:

Upon seeing a lesion, internal medicine doctors think of medication first; surgeons think of the knife.

For example, with a liver tumor, internal medicine doctors consider radiotherapy, chemotherapy, embolizing blood supply, or cryotherapy with liquid nitrogen to freeze the tumor;

Surgeons think, "Let’s cut it off once and for all." As long as the cut is clean, there are no further complications.

Of course, radiotherapy and chemotherapy harm the body, and embolization and cryotherapy are not thorough. Surgery also harms the body and might accidentally remove 35 pieces of liver; the debate over which method is better for the patient continues every year.

As for this lipoma, whatever method could relieve the patient’s pain—whether it’s internal medicine or surgery, divine magic or surgery—

That didn’t matter. What mattered was what was best for the patient.

Garrett lowered his eyes. A lipoma, a lipoma... the size of fat cells could increase or decrease, but the absolute number of cells would neither increase nor decrease.

Unless cut out, if you want to shrink it...

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"What do you have in mind?"

He raised his eyes, brimming with excitement. Modern medicine offers surgical methods for removing fat. You can either cut it off cleanly, with a snip, or perform liposuction—

Using ultrasound or high-frequency electric fields to break down the fat, then sucking it out with negative pressure. Garrett understood the principle but knew that if he were to control it, he’d likely mash up the whole arm.

Both he and the patient looked expectantly at Jason. The wizard scratched his head:

"I can try... I know a spell that can make people thin for a short time, maybe..."

Huh?

There’s really such a spell?

A magical version of liposuction? Ah, that would be something to learn, if mastered, it could make a fortune...

Even if used medically, some patients are indeed too obese, affecting their health...

While thinking, Jason raised his fingers, white light flickering. Garrett quickly pressed down:

"Wait, try it on something else first!"

Are you kidding?! Haven’t you tried this before?

And now you remember it, and want to test it right away?!

Even without clinical trials, at least do some animal testing first!

After much persuasion and a few smiles to Mrs. Alva, Garrett managed to drag them out of the Tower of Songs and down to the hospital.

This was his turf, everything could be discussed. With a single command from Garrett, a barbarian security guard pulled out a half-grown black pig from the lab’s breeding room:

"Here. Try it."

Jason Tarn: "???"

Garrett smiled, pointing at the black pig:

"That spell of yours—the one that makes people thin—try it on the pig first."

The pig, just halfway through its meal, was suddenly yanked out, struggling helplessly in the barbarian’s grip. Jason, still bewildered, waved his hand:

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

Too late. The 100-pound pig, all bone and no fat yet, shrunk to skin and bones under the spell.

"This... we need targeted fat reduction..."

Garrett wiped his sweat, the patient beside him doing the same. Garrett sighed, motioned for the barbarian to bring another pig, and with a wave, [Mage Hand] drew two circles the size of teacup mouths on the pig’s body.

"If you can precisely target these areas, making the fat smaller or disappear, then it would be safe to use on humans, right?"

And the spell’s effect could be observed on the spot. Even if the pig wasn’t yet fat, cutting it open and eating it wouldn’t be a waste.

The only problem was...

Where on the pig had the most fat again? Garrett was completely clueless, having never looked at pigs this way, only knowing about hocks, ribs, leg meat, and belly...

No matter, if the spell didn’t hit the fat, just try another spot.

Jason pondered for a moment and accepted the explanation. He chanted, light flickering at his fingertips, and pressed down. Touching the pig’s leg, he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Garrett watched in amusement. Alright, alright, it was his fault for not cleaning the experimental animals thoroughly beforehand.

Next time, remember to clean them properly. Most experimental animals would be dissected anyway, so pre-cleaning was necessary...

Jason’s fingertip light faintly touched the pig’s leg. He was clearly trying hard to control the spell’s range, the light flickering in and out, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

Eight eyes stared unblinkingly as the pig’s leg silently dented, creating a visible pit.

The size of an orange.

"This... seems a bit large..."

Ramos, sweating, muttered in a low voice, his doubt drowned in the noise: the black pig let out a long wail and struggled desperately.

The barbarian, distracted, loosened his grip. The black pig broke free, limping frantically towards the lab.

For a moment, there was chaos: screams, people dodging, test tubes and flasks shattering on the ground, chaos, humans and pigs overturned.

Amid the barbarian’s roars, Garrett shrugged and spread his hands at Jason.

"It seems the muscle was damaged too. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have run like that."

"How do you know?"

"Ah, once a bishop spent a night with me plucking lamb legs..."

That sheep limped and bleated as if cursing.

The black pig was recaptured, and its second leg, third leg, were tested in turn. The pig’s leg dented smoothly, but whether it burned fat, muscle, or damaged nerves...

Ramos looked at Garrett gratefully.

Thank heavens he didn’t let Jason operate directly. This spell, if used on his arm, might have crippled it!

After testing all four legs, the poor black pig lay there, unable to move. Jason, sweating, muttered:

"Let me try again... Let me try again, there’s fat on its belly too..."

Garrett patiently allowed him to try. Jason took a deep breath, the light at his fingertip flickering, shrinking, flickering, shrinking...

Several times, before carefully pressing onto the pig’s belly.

Another sharp wail. The black pig collapsed, legs twitching, evidently hit hard.

Garrett: "Bernard—"

"Got it, boss! I’ll handle the slaughter!"

The barbarian eagerly approached. Dissection was the boss’s hobby and had to be done personally; but slaughtering, bleeding, and dehairing...

By the Father, his little boss might have the skill but certainly not the strength.

A knife cut through the pig’s leg, revealing collapsed fat and atrophied muscle; another knife cut through the belly, releasing the stench of blood and intestines. Clearly, Jason’s spell had burst the pig’s intestines—

Busted.

Busted.

Busted.

The metamorphosis mage glared at the white-robed wizard with resentment. Thankfully he wasn’t allowed to operate, or else, would his arm still be intact?

Bloodied contrast showed Ramos had no other choice. Half an hour later, he lay obediently on the operating table, facing upward.

"Hey, don’t shave my armpit hair!"

"That’s called pre-surgery disinfection, disinfection!" Garrett scolded:

"Haven’t you read my paper? Disinfection is essential. For arm surgery, the hair from shoulder to elbow must be shaved!"

"By the mysteries, I already regret asking you to perform this... surgery..."

Regret came too late. Garrett cast a Peace Spell, and Ramos lay still as a log, completely silent.

Garrett began the surgery. After performing limb reattachment at the barbarian gathering, this level of surgery was no longer difficult for him—

Incisions were made at the anterior and posterior sides. Four Mage Hands transformed into small retractors, pulling the skin apart.

"Can I try now?"

Jason eagerly asked. Garrett had modeled the phantom model throughout, disassembling and touching it. Removing the tumor, he felt, should be doable.

Garrett glanced at him, carefully separating the first blood vessel from the muscle bundle, protecting the delicate vessel with a small Mage Hand fist.

"Which vessel is this?"

"Ah, uh... the weather is pretty nice today, hahaha..."

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