This...

From 2D to 3D, Garrett Nordmark had studied everything thoroughly in the past, but explaining it to these novices...

If only there were a model of the lungs...

Garrett nostalgically thought about it.

He didn't even hope for a specimen; he just wanted a model. In his previous life, you could buy that on Taobao! A simulated human body with proportional lungs divided into three lobes each, colored trachea, bronchi, arteries, and veins, all detachable!

For just a few bucks, shipping included!

Garrett deeply missed his previous life. Back then, things he could easily get, now, where could he possibly buy them? Even if there was a place to order, there was no convenient delivery like back then!

Right!

He could make it himself!

Garrett jumped up. Magical tricks could create small objects! Rough or fake, as long as it works!

He waved his hands, carefully shaping the model in the void. Under his fingertips, a model connecting from the nasopharynx to the lungs, including the trachea and bronchi, gradually appeared.

As soon as it solidified, Elder Elwin Wilkinson's vine couldn't wait to reach in.

"Don't! Teacher, usually, the bronchoscope goes through the nasal cavity!"

One had to admit, the expert was an expert. Garrett watched helplessly as Elder Elwin Wilkinson held a seed in his hand, walking to the model. No gestures, no incantations—delicate vines grew in the wind, exploring the model's nasal cavity.

Growing, growing. Without moving his fingertips, the vine had already retracted. Elder Wilkinson lifted his face, looking at the anxious old mage:

"Very smooth. Throw something inside, and let's try again?"

This works too?!

Garrett remembered the times in his previous life when his colleagues in respiratory medicine carefully inserted throat mirrors and bronchoscopes, gingerly maneuvering inside. It made him shed a sympathetic tear for them.

Although the visibility was much better there—Olympus' electronic bronchoscope had a large screen, providing a clear view of the airway's condition, unlike here, which was essentially blind manipulation. But threading a tube was troublesome!

Such a thin trachea and bronchi, the bronchoscope had to navigate carefully in the middle, avoiding contact with the tracheal wall. Otherwise, the airway could spasm, the patient might feel a choking sensation, and if it accidentally pierced a tumor or something, massive bleeding could occur...

Oh well.

That was all about testing the doctor's skills!

Nothing like now, where the vine was alive, living... it could grow on its own, and the master didn't need to exert any force...

Garrett squatted, drawing circles. When the old mage heard everything was going smoothly, his face brightened, and from his pocket, he took out an Aen Stone, casually handing it to Elder Wilkinson: S~ᴇaʀᴄh the NøᴠᴇlFire.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

"Watch and throw!"

Elder Wilkinson took a look, threw it into the model, and shook the model a couple of times. When the rattling inside calmed down, he urged the vine again, carefully probing inside.

In less than two minutes, the slender green vine tip curled around a small stone, leisurely retracting...

"Is it okay?"

"Better to have a guide." Elder Wilkinson thought for a moment. "When my vine went in, it went back and forth, probing several routes. When you really start, it's better not to backtrack, success in one go. —Young Garrett?"

Actually, Garrett had been thinking about the navigation problem all along. Ordinary bronchoscopes with electronic screens, he could direct; even without screens, there was an eyepiece to see inside, and he could at least direct. But this one, with no field of view at all, purely relying on the operator's feel...

"Teacher, I can't see your vine." He first pointed out his difficulty. Before the elder could be troubled, he confidently added:

"Could you clamp a thin metal wire in the vine? Not too thick, just as fine as a hair. I can then see where the vine is and guide you."

"This... I'll give it a try..."

As it turned out, Elder Wilkinson's control was still quite strong. The vine slightly deformed, almost adhering to a delicate metal wire, growing in the wind. Garrett quietly cast a detection spell. In his meditative vision, dark lines gently swayed, rising like a snake.

"It works. I can see."

Garrett relaxed. The old mage sighed in relief:

"That's good. Can we start now? Is there anything else needed?"

This question was directed at Garrett. By now, the old mage had figured out that this young apprentice, also a priest apprentice, was evidently the one leading this treatment. If not him, then who?

Though Garrett was young and had a low level, there were many things he couldn't do, but when others were still in confusion, he seemed to have a complete plan in mind. The old mage even felt that if there were suitable materials, Garrett could probably complete the treatment on his own.

He quickly felt fortunate for asking this question. Elder Wilkinson remained silent, and the bald bishop also stayed quiet. Apparently, to them, Garrett overseeing everything was only natural. Garrett stood in place, thought for a moment, and began asking questions one by one:

"Did George have breakfast this morning?"

"No. He said he felt uncomfortable and couldn't eat."

"What about drinking? Even a drop of water counts, milk, juice, anything?"

"No." The old mage raised worries about his grandson again, frowning. "He's so young and refuses to eat or drink, how can he endure this..."

In the middle of his sigh, Garrett's expression slightly eased, eyes narrowing. "Not eating or drinking is good. —Your Excellency, the non-painful divine magic you used earlier, can it numb the throat so he won't feel anything when something is inserted?"

"Ah... uh..."

The bald bishop was tongue-tied. His head tilted left and then right, pondering for a while, shaking his head:

"I don't know. —Is that important?"

"Very important. If the throat isn't numb, the vine can't go in; it could be fatal!"

Garrett earnestly warned. In his past life, who dared to perform a bronchoscopy without anesthesia? Coughing, choking, in severe cases, people could die!

The bald bishop was in a dilemma. Scratching his head for a long time, thankfully, he was bald; otherwise, he might have pulled out a handful of hair. Finally, he arrived at an inconclusive conclusion:

"Divine magic mainly depends on the guidance of the caster. I can concentrate the power mainly on the throat, but whether it works, I'm really not sure... Otherwise, shall we find someone to try it?"

"If you're willing to try, that's great." Mage Gelman, who had been listening on the side, finally saw a glimmer of hope and heaved a sigh of relief. "Wait a moment; I'll go call a servant. —Blake!"

"Mage, what are your orders?"

A young lad immediately pushed the door and entered, bowing respectfully. Garrett recognized him as the servant from the mage tower, responsible for running errands on

 the fifth floor and attending to Mage Gelman's daily life. While reading on the first floor, Garrett occasionally saw him among the servants, bragging about things like "the mage turned me into a frog" with an animated crowd around, marveling.

But now, hearing what Mage Gelman instructed him to do, the young lad's face turned pale, changing from Blake to White:

"Ma...Mage, I've been faithfully serving you... faithfully... faithfully..."

Clatter, clatter, clatter. The young servant's legs trembled, shaking like playing a pipa, echoing on the floor.

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