You Think Treating a Hand Is Just Cutting and Sewing!

That kind of gaze was far too familiar. Patients, their families, regardless of gender, age, or social status, so many people had looked at him that way. Gret almost blurted out "I can cure it," but what came out was:

"There's a possibility of recovery."

After stating his conclusion, Gret immediately scooted back. Even though he was sitting on a broken-legged chair against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat, he still managed to shrink a little further into the corner.

In his past life, most patients and their families weren't satisfied with "there's a possibility." They would most likely demand a thorough explanation. What was the probability of recovery, how long would it take, how much would it cost...

In the end, they would often complain that the doctor wasn't giving them a definite answer. Then, if the doctor had a bad temper, it would lead to a round of complaints.

Even if these Knights were good-tempered and didn't cause trouble, if they just grabbed him and shook him, he wouldn't be able to handle it!

Gret cautiously looked at the people opposite him. To his surprise, after a moment of stunned silence, Knight Flynn and Knight Xiluo were overjoyed. One of them extended an arm, placed it on Knight Balen's shoulder, and shook him violently:

"He can be cured! He can be cured!"

"Old Balen, did you hear that? He can be cured!"

"You've had so many people look at it... so many... for three years, three whole years..."

The two strong men shouted with abandon. Their voices gradually lowered, growing hoarse, sounding almost like wolf howls in the dark night.

Knight Balen sat like a puppet, unresponsive, allowing them to shake him back and forth. After a while, he suddenly jolted, stood up, and threw them off. He gave Gret a slight bow:

"Then please treat me quickly!"

"Yes, treat him quickly, quickly!"

Knight Flynn and Knight Xiluo immediately came to their senses. The three of them formed a semicircle, leaning forward, staring down at Gret as if they were about to devour him. Under their intense gazes, Gret shrank back again:

"Not yet..."

"Why not? Didn't you say he could be cured?" Knight Balen's voice suddenly rose an octave. Gret looked pleadingly at Knight Flynn and argued in a low voice:

"I can't cure him right now... I'm missing something..."

His figure was swallowed by the clamor from inside and outside the room. Knight Balen, Knight Flynn, Knight Xiluo, everyone was vying to speak. The bald Bishop's voice was louder than anyone else's:

"Little Grete, can you really treat this injury? What are you missing? -- Are you missing spellcasting materials? If your Healing Spell isn't strong enough, tell me how to do it, and I'll do it!"

Expectant gazes fell upon Gret once more.

Seeing that no one was looking for trouble or filing complaints, Gret relaxed. He took a step forward, looked into the bald Bishop's eyes, and answered loudly:

"To simply cure it, I have a seventy percent chance. However, to cure it so that the wrist is flexible afterward, can exert force, and doesn't injure other areas, I need to see if my tools are suitable before I can know the probability."

"Can't you treat it now?"

The bald Bishop and Knight Balen were somewhat disappointed. Gret pondered for a moment, grabbed Knight Balen's arm, and gestured as he explained:

"It's like this. Your arm has many muscles, and each muscle is connected to the bone by a tendon – what you call a 'hand tendon.' I estimate that the tendon you broke is the flexor carpi radialis – that is, from here to here."

His fingers moved back and forth on Knight Balen's arm, pressing near the crook of his elbow, sliding down, and then pressing on the base of his palm. Then, along the scar on his right wrist, he drew a horizontal line:

"This is where it broke. The tendon is very strong, and it pulled your muscle very tight. Once the tendon broke, the entire muscle retracted. What I need to do now is cut open the skin, pull out this retracted muscle, stretch it back to its original position, and then let the tendon heal."

He tried to explain it as simply as possible. As soon as he finished speaking, Knight Balen stood up and shouted:

"Then what are we waiting for? Treat it!"

With a clatter, a dagger landed on the table, gleaming coldly.

Gret: "..."

I need forceps! I need hemostatic forceps! I need retractors! This surgery might even need to be done under a microscope. If there's no microscope, at least give me a magnifying glass!

He felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow or exhale. Before he could recover, the bald Bishop pressed:

"I've treated it this way before. But it didn't work!"

You've done it this way before?

Gret looked at him with new eyes. Sir, you're brave! How many years have you studied medicine? How many cadavers have you dissected? Do you know how to make an incision without cutting a blood vessel or a nerve?

Hmm... how should I explain this?

Gret found paper and a pen and quickly drew on the tabletop. In a moment, the ulna, radius, and metacarpals were clearly depicted. The dozen or so muscles attached to the bones were analyzed one by one. A diagram of the forearm's muscular and skeletal structure was already vividly drawn.

He was used to doing this in his previous life. While he couldn't make it perfectly lifelike, being concise and clear was the norm. One person drew, and four heads crowded around to look. The bald Bishop, finding the oil lamp too dim, casually cast an Illumination Spell, lighting up the entire room.

Gret: ...Actually, your head is already bright enough.

In less than two minutes, a diagram was completed. Gret muttered to himself, "Everyone who hasn't studied medicine is like this," and slowed his voice as he began to explain:

"Do you see? On this one arm, there are muscles alone: one, two, three, four, five... I won't count them; you count them yourself. Besides the muscles, there are blood vessels and nerves...

I'll explain what nerves are later! In short, damaging any of these things will make your arm unusable. You think it's just a matter of cutting it open, pulling it out, and healing it!"

The bald Bishop nodded vigorously. Gret turned to Knight Balen, exasperated:

"What good is just a knife? What do you think this is? Are you slaughtering a pig? Or a sheep? Cut it here, reach in, pull out the tendon, and stitch it up? I'll ask you, if I cut your wrist, would you feel pain! Would you move!"

"We'll hold him down!" Knight Flynn and Knight Xiluo answered in unison. Gret scoffed. What good would holding him down do? This is a tendon surgery; do you think it's like scraping bone to remove poison?

"I can endure it and not move!" Knight Balen roared. Gret roared back:

"What use is it if you can endure it! If you endure it and don't move, won't your arm tense up! If it's this tense, I won't be able to pull the muscle at all! You, one by one, one by one,"

He pointed his finger at Knight Flynn, Knight Balen, and Knight Xiluo on the outer side. A few days ago, when performing thoracic decompression on Knight Xiluo, his knife didn't pierce the chest; it was only because Knight Flynn next to him intervened:

"You're all Knights, and I! Can't even stab through with a knife! You can't even stab through!"

Knight Balen was choked by his shouting. Just then, a flash of white light caught his eye. Gret turned his head and saw the bald Bishop move like lightning, snatching the drawing Gret had made and stuffing it into his chest...

Seeing Gret looking, he actually winked at him and grinned openly.