episode_0029

Deltan was a famous doctor before he fell into this world.

It wasn’t just a name. A star in academia who has achieved unbelievable feats that would astound anyone who has entered the medical field. He was the elite of the elite, and it would be right to describe him that way.

It would take a very long time to explain the journey he took to get to that position.

Born as an orphan, adopted in a faraway land in the United States, abandoned even there, growing up eating trash on the street, being accepted into medical school with a single stroke of courage, completing the university curriculum faster than anyone else, or breaking all previous records in the medical field. Would it be possible to explain it if I said that I would have to stay up all night to tell you all about how I became a star with just one skill?

The journey for an Asian from orphanhood to become a star in the American medical field was a very long one.

… Anyway, that wasn’t important right now.

One important thing about this story is that the process of growing up turned Delta into a person obsessed with perfectionism.

He was not humble. This is because he loved his achievements so much.

I didn’t assume anything. This is because as a doctor, he has always been successful.

Also, there was no discussion of failure. This is because confidence is enough for him to speak in front of a patient.

“Start.”

So this time too, Deltain stood in front of the operating table, showing only confidence as always.

Agnes was lying on a surgical bed made for this day.

His wide-open eyes were focused on Deltan.

“Are you going to slit my heart like this?”

“After putting him to sleep.”

“Let me sleep?”

“We will put you to sleep with anesthesia. I’ll put all your nerves to sleep so your body won’t even know what’s happening.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No need to know.”

Deltan said this and relaxed his hands.

“Just sleep and wake up and you will be able to walk. That’s all you need to know.”

“You said you had small breasts. Then will there be a scar?”

“Nothing left. Because I’m going to do it that way.”

Deltan stayed focused by faithfully answering Agnes’ questions.

‘good.’

It was in perfect condition. Moderate fatigue and tension. The temperature, humidity, and noise of the familiar surgical bed and the room that had been changed for today. And even the faint smell of disinfectant.

It could be said that it was some kind of jinx.

The Deltans had put a lot of effort into recreating what they felt when going into surgery on Earth.

A smile appeared on Deltan’s lips.

‘I am the only person involved in the surgery.’

There was no anesthesiologist to administer the anesthesia, nor were there any residents or nurses to assist, but it was okay.

Magic gave him the best assistant with no risk of failure.

A black pit rose up along with the mana.

With his elegant hands, Deltan opened the hole and took out a strange machine.

The machine taken out was a crescent-shaped body about 5 meters long with thin mechanical arms extending infinitely.

At the end of each arm were various surgical tools, including needles, knives, and forceps.

What can I say? The arms that rose were bundles of magic tools with at least level 3 magic applied to them.

Obvious form of medical tool. However, there was a reason why this was armed.

This is because it was a tool created by the Deltans to catch demons alive and dissect them while the main story was in progress.

‘I didn’t know how to write it like this… .’

Ironically, the ‘Surgery Supporter’ was being used for medical purposes for the first time four years after its creation.

“Wow, that’s gross.”

“This is the arm that will save your life. Look at it with a grateful heart.”

“Are those things going through my body?”

“It’s not about digging, it’s about healing.”

“When I saw this, I thought it was like being gang raped.”

Deltan laughed at Agnes’ words.

There was no further reaction.

Whatever it was, it was thought that Agnes would also have an instinctive resistance to surgery as she lives in a world without the concept of surgery.

“What color do you like?”

“Red and gold. It’s the color of your hair and eyes.”

“… Okay, well, anyway, from now on, think of that color in your head and put it in the form of a dress and shoes. This is the dress you will wear to the banquet.”

“Eck, I don’t like it because it’s too bright.”

“What should I do, you damn bitch.”

“Would you like to imagine yourself wearing that dress? I think that would be better.”

“Do it yourself. Just.”

Deltan clicked his tongue and moved his supporter.

An oxygen mask was placed over Agnes’ face.

Agnes said with a grin. There was no fear in it.

“See you later.”

Deltan responded indifferently.

“uh.”

With the answer, a needle was stuck in Agnes’ arm.

*

After confirming that the anesthesia was completely over, Deltain began to move.

3 hours.

This was the time that Deltan expected to perform the surgery.

It was an absurdly short amount of time for a pacemaker insertion surgery, but Deltan counted that as the maximum time.

It was natural.

What he used for surgery was a miracle called magic.

Mess moved under the command of the Deltans. The destination is under Agnes’ chest.

The blade touched bare skin, and what happened next was strange.

Even as the body was torn apart and exposed, not a single drop of blood came out.

Not only was there no blood, but even though the sternum and muscles were torn apart, their movements seemed to be still attached to each other.

The reason was that it was not physically separated.

Space Cutter is a magic that creates a new space between the areas to be cut, revealing the inside of the body. In other words, it was correct to say that the parts that were cut now were not actually cut.

This was it.

The reason why Deltan said Agnes would not be left with any scars.

What followed also spanned the realm of magic.

Several of the mechanical arms dug into Agnes’ chest. Beep. Beep. The sound started to ring. Then, several interfaces appeared before Deltan’s eyes.

Deltan’s eyes were focused on the interface in the center.

There, Agnes’ heart was beating with an insignificant beat.

‘It’s really crappy.’

Well, it was only natural that both ventricles, not just one, showed dysfunction.

Deltain repeated the surgical procedure once again.

‘It circulates blood from both ventricles in a bypass manner.’

The magic tool will beat vigorously instead of a weak heart and regulate blood flow. There were plenty of imprints related to improvements, and there was even insurance just in case, so once the insertion was completed, the subsequent work could be considered a success.

Deltan took a deep breath.

Although this type of surgery has been repeated 17 times, this is the first time a magical attempt has been made. It was an act of holding onto one’s mind due to the resulting tension.

‘I’ve had enough practice.’

The practice of surgery using imaging magic and the success rate were figures that would satisfy Deltan.

All that remains is to take the fruit.

Deltan stretched out his hand.

The mind, concentrated by tension, endlessly ruminates on a single process.

This controls the tremor of the fingertips.

The eighth masterpiece created by the Deltans since they came to this world floats in the air.

A miracle that cannot be found on Earth, with all auxiliary functions engraved in consideration of convenience and simplification.

‘I’m counting on you.’

No matter how rational a Delta person he is, he is just a human being on the operating table, so he prayed briefly to the tool I made and went into surgery.

*

Surgical tools move according to the familiar tension.

In this way, Agnes’ heart is reshaped.

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The interface was steadily assisting the surgical process.

Deltain continued the surgery, checking everything one by one.

and.

Finally, a miracle that could be called a masterpiece began to support Agnes’ heart.

Deltan checked Agnes’ vital signs one by one as they rose and changed in the process.

And then he finally smiled.

‘It is perfect.’

The alarm that came to mind sent a shiver down my spine.

There was a burst of laughter.

Even though I was so tired, my brain was filled with pleasure.

Deltan washed his face dry and then spoke in a slightly relaxed voice. It was the end of the surgery.

“Start suturing.”

Sssss.

With a strange sound, my chest, which had been opened, began to close.

The space that had opened up was shrinking again.

Her chest was completely closed, as if nothing had happened in the first place.

Deltan took a deep breath and moved his mana.

Agnes’ body floated and began to slowly fly over the bed.

And he laid her down comfortably, as if not putting any strain on her body.

A pitch-black pit suddenly swallowed up the supporters.

Deltan then sat down next to the bed and began writing letters in Mana on Agnes’ left arm.

It was an alarm spell that would report her physical condition to the Deltans for the next few days.

‘Aftereffects or complications… .’

There is a high probability that it will not happen, but I had to think about what if.

The heart is like a picky girl, so it is impossible to be sure how it will react to this change.

“That’s it now.”

Deltan said and staggered out of the room.

The person at the door was Duke Levadein.

As soon as the Deltan came out, he grabbed his arm with a face that had dried out in a few hours. Considering that he was a person who did not naturally commit this kind of rudeness, it was also possible to see how heartbroken he must have been.

“What happened? That surgery… !”

“Success. Perfectly.”

“Ah… !”

“Aftereffects need to be monitored for a few more days. So, please give me just one cot. I plan to sleep in that room for a few days and see how it goes.”

“Speaking of aftereffects… .”

“The probability will be low. There is a similar probability to the emperor going naked in front of the castle gate tomorrow and jerking off.”

Duke Levadein’s body suddenly trembled. There was a rather subtle expression on his face.

Deltan licked his lips.

‘It doesn’t fit the sensibility here.’

When I was on Earth, I remember making jokes like this after surgery and the patient’s family would laugh in relief, but it didn’t seem to have a very good effect.

“… Just know that it worked out. The princess will open her eyes tomorrow. The banquet is in three days… Let’s practice walking the day after tomorrow.”

In fact, the recovery speed was ridiculous, but if you think about the surgical process, you can’t help but understand.

After all, since the surgery used space-time magic of the 4th level, wouldn’t it be absurd to even consider recovery?

‘I wonder why they didn’t create a surgical operation with such good technology.’

It’s a truly uncivilized town.

While Deltan was thinking about that again, the Duke slipped down.

“… Hmm.”

The duke was squatting on the floor and dry washing his face.

It was a clear look of relief.

“Thank you… . Thank you so much… .”

A voice that even contained crying somewhere.

‘… what.’

Can we say that this is the same as the Earth?

It had been a long time since I heard a thank you after a successful surgery, so Deltan spoke willingly.

“Okay, please bring a bed. Thank you only after the princess puts on her dress.”

Needless to say, the smile that emerged was that of a winner.