6 – Special Mission! Fix the Hero’s Leg!
“Do you happen to have silk thread extracted from a silkworm at hand!? It would be great if there’s a hook-shaped needle… but if not, we’ll have to make one! It’s for stitching!”
Necessary materials are essential for stitching surgery!
Honestly, I didn’t think Roland, the viscount, would have stitching thread, so I was wondering how to prepare, but surprisingly, the patient’s comrade had them.
A man introduced as the wizard Matteo offered stitching thread, needles, and credible surgical tools!
“These are tools I used for magic research. I can bend the needle to make it hook-shaped… but why do you need these?”
“We need to sew the patient’s leg with this thread. Otherwise, they won’t be able to use it forever!”
“You mean they can use it if it’s sewn with thread!?”
“Yes! Patient, would you mind lying face down for a moment?”
The patient’s wound was precisely behind the right calf.
To perform the surgery, we had to make the patient lie face down, so I had them lie down and turned their head to the side for easier breathing.
“Observe carefully!”
When I spread the wound with my hands, the cut muscle and Achilles tendon looked clearly visible.
“This big, white thing is the Achilles tendon. It’s a part essential for walking and running. In simple terms, it’s a tendon! If this isn’t stitched, the patient won’t be able to run!”
“Ah…”
Matteo, who had doubts, gradually relaxed his expression.
Have you understood a bit?
“You are different from any healer I have ever seen.”
“Okay, forget that, please help me quickly! Matteo? I can’t do the surgery alone!”
Since Matteo is a magician, could he be used as a surgical assistant!?
Matteo, who was making a foolish expression, suddenly became serious and nodded his head.
“Yes! I will do anything to save Daisy, just tell me what to do!”
“Do I… not have anything to do?”
“The patient’s job is… ugh… I want to do anesthesia, but there’s no anesthetic, right?”
The magician Matteo nodded with a grim face.
Yeah, I didn’t even expect something like local anesthesia.
Normally, with this much blood loss, blood transfusion and iron supplements should be administered, but even that is not feasible.
We’ll have to make do with what we have.
“Got it! Priest, keep using your sacred power. Catherine! Do you know how to check the pulse!?”
“Yeah!”
“Good, let me know the pulse rate every minute! Also, check the breathing rate every minute discreetly. The patient will undergo the procedure without anesthesia, so it will be very painful! Please bear with it, even if it’s tough!”
“It’s okay… I’ve been injured by monsters a lot… I’m used to enduring pain.”
Fortunately, the surgery assistance went well.
The sacred power had a disinfecting effect, so there was no need for separate disinfection.
Still, these weapons over here are quite decent!
With the spirit of a warrior facing the demon king, I picked up the forceps.
* * * *
I wrapped Daisy’s thigh with sturdy cloth to apply pressure, placed a board under her leg to elevate it higher than the heart.
This is a method for hemostasis.
“Matteo! Expand the skin a bit. Damn, I can’t see inside.”
“Got it!”
Matteo opened the skin with non-sharp surgical instruments.
There were muscles, tendons, and blood vessels entangled in the patient’s leg, white, pink, and red.
‘A green thorn?’
Among them, there was something that shouldn’t be in the human body, and upon closer inspection, it was a thorn from a monster.
‘Foreign object!’
I carefully removed the monster’s thorn.
As I pulled out the muscles, exposed the severed Achilles tendon, and meticulously removed the monster’s thorn, the expressions of the people around me twisted.
It seemed like a gruesome sight to the untrained eye.
Well, in this era, how often do people witness surgeries.
If you touch a corpse, they come at you with a spear calling you a heretic.
In that sense, reputation is crucial.
They don’t come at me with a spear calling me a heretic.
“Phew!”
I poured sweat like a waterfall.
Why is this so labor-intensive, when we haven’t even started the suturing yet.
I removed all the thorns and somewhat cleared up the surrounding tissue.
I’m not sure if I did it properly.
“Now let’s stitch it up!”
Even though I did what I could, I proceeded with the suturing surgery.
Holding two forceps (think of it as tweezers), I opened up the muscle and searched for the severed nerve.
Luckily, the wound was on the calf.
It’s easy to distinguish between tendons and nerves.
The nerve looked slightly pale and resembled a small rubber. Since the severed part of the nerve was close by… I had to connect it with a thread!
I trembled as I tried to insert a hooked needle into the nerve, but I kept failing.
“Darn it!”
It’s not easy!
The nerve keeps slipping away! It’s slippery!!
And it’s dark because of Mateo and my shadow! I can’t see properly!
“Mateo, do you have any light magic or something? I can’t do anything because it’s dark!”
“Yes, I do! Let there be light to illuminate the world!”
Flash!
A bright light illuminated the wound. It was so bright that I almost went blind!
“Ahh! Lower the brightness!”
“Oh, sorry!”
The light magic gradually dimmed to an appropriate level.
I could finally escape the blinding light.
“Grr, I’ll try again!”
After calming down, I resumed the suturing surgery.
Thanks to the light magic, I could see the nerve quite well, and I successfully connected the two nerves.
Buzzzz.
“Huh?”
When I connected the nerves, the unconnected part of the nerve automatically attached itself.
While normally a severed nerve requires two sutures, the hero Daisy’s wound was fully healed with just one!
The incredible regenerative power of a hero!
I was speechless in the face of this superhuman phenomenon.
“This, is this what a hero is?”
Isn’t it amazing that the disconnected parts naturally join together without the need for suturing?
It was such an extraordinary regenerative power.
Of course, just in case, I will continue to suture!
Even though I could hardly believe what I was seeing.
“Hoo…ugh.”
Patient Daisy’s complexion frowned, and she let out a groan.
I instantly snapped back to reality.
What I’m doing right now is not a Maruta experiment.
It’s a surgery to save a patient!
No matter how valiant, the fact remains that they are a patient!
“Snap out of it, Kim Cheol-su!”
In my mind, I imagined myself slapping my own face as I dove back into the suturing procedure.
It’s best for the patient to finish the surgery quickly!
The patient is suffering right now!
I continued to suture all the remaining nerves, tie knots, and connect the muscles.
Muscles are red flesh! They are delicate and need to be handled with care.
In my mind, the principles to follow during wound closure floated around!
First, accurately align the damaged tissues! Muscles with muscles, nerves with nerves! Connecting a muscle to a nerve by mistake could lead to big trouble!
Second, do not suture too tightly! If you sew too tightly, the muscle could necrotize or the scar could worsen!
Third, suture all wounds! This is obvious.
As my head spun, cold sweat poured down like rain.
Every time my eyes blinked, Miss Catherine would come over and wipe the sweat off my forehead, and I was grateful.
“Phew.”
My hands kept shaking, and each second felt like an hour.
“Why… are you so determined to save me to that extent?”
Whether a dream or a delusion, the patient Daisy looked at me intensely and asked, as if expecting an answer.
“Darn it…! Do you need a reason to save a patient!? Besides, the patient asked to have their leg fixed!! I will make sure they walk properly again, so don’t say such things!”
“….”
I shouldn’t have raised my voice to the patient, but I was too distracted and rushed, so my tone escalated.
I don’t remember what else was said.
I was focusing all my mind on the surgery.
Eventually, I finished suturing the muscles.
Then, I sutured the large, white Achilles tendon that looked like a big pig’s trotter. Thanks to the exceptional regenerative power of a hero, most of it stuck together without much effort.
Finally, after suturing the skin, I collapsed as if drained of all strength.
I felt completely drained.
“…To prevent infection, administer sacred energy to the patient… and give them fluids and food. Ugh.”
I moved my eyes to check if the surgery was successful until the end.
In between, I heard the voices of the patient, Mr. Matteo, and Miss Catherine, but couldn’t remember.
I lost consciousness as if it were a lie.
The surgery must have gone well, right?
* * * *
Before the suturing surgery was completed.
During the surgery, Daisy felt a stinging pain.
It wasn’t unbearable pain, considering the battlefield she had endured was much harsher and more malicious.
“I can endure this level of pain.”
If it means fixing her leg.
“But… can this really fix my leg?”
The hero Daisy honestly questioned.
The healing of this era involves priests pouring sacred energy.
The method of suturing the body with a thread did not exist anywhere.
Daisy glanced at the therapist.
A stranger with yellow skin, so thin that one might think they’d break or tear.
Such a stranger was desperately undergoing suturing surgery.
Like a plain moth ascending to the sky.
‘…’
Daisy found her mouth involuntarily agape.
At Daisy’s level, she could vaguely read people’s emotions.
Daisy naturally read Kim Chul-soo’s emotions and felt her head grow light.
The emotions emanating from Kim Chul-soo were “desperation,” “determination to save,” and “thoughtfulness.”
How could someone she just met be willing to go this far?
Regardless of the benefits of the surgery.
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The sincerity she felt from Kim Chul-soo was something Daisy had never experienced before.
It was warm enough to bring a bitter smile to her lips.