A Perfect Surgery

Although Li Ziran knew that the wonder of Elven Organs drawing upon the Elemental Tide was far more than what appeared on the surface, his professional instincts still made him carefully imprint it onto his wizard's robe.

This thing might have no use now, but once he discovered its purpose, it could bring him profit.

The organ was extraordinarily miraculous. To thoroughly understand the precise function of an Elven Organ, he would have to completely dissect it and conduct a detailed interpretation based on the flow paths of the Magic Tide.

Unfortunately, Li Ziran was still far from reaching such an achievement.

He began Nicole's final surgery.

This was a human, with 123 nerves.

Humans were among the living beings Li Ziran had encountered most often. He could remove a Magic Organ with his eyes closed.

He placed Nicole's Magic Organ into a Thumb Bottle. Next came the transplant.

Nerve connections, blood vessel docking—after completing the two major cycles of nerves and networks, he would stitch the flesh, apply Sacred Potion, and once the incision healed, the operation would be perfectly complete.

Though every step had already taken shape in his mind, Li Ziran still put down his scalpel and stared at the pitch-black rat hole for quite a while.

He needed to calm himself. Calmness would make him more patient.

Because all the work that followed was patient work.

After half a quarter hour, he finally felt calm. He picked up the tweezers and began applying Revival Potion to the nerves.

His movements were slow. Fortunately, it was quiet enough here.

One nerve after another connected beneath the Mithril tweezers. The intricate nerve network seemed to possess thoughts of its own as it sought out the other strand that belonged to it.

Li Ziran was meticulous, but even with