Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 48: Bone and Limb Reconnection, Two True Names

In the afternoon, the mage stood in the courtyard. The light of the sky was visible between the shadows of the clouds clustered in the sky, illuminating the earth gloomily. There was not a trace of wind and not a drop of rain at this time.

The accumulated water in the courtyard was smoother than a mirror, reflecting the leaden sky shrouded in clouds. The white tower stretched out in the mirror like a snow-covered mountain peak, and the wizard in the windbreaker was a dim shadow beside the tower.

Such peace and tranquility weren't because the hurricane had passed, but rather because the eye of the storm had enveloped Stone Tower Town. The very center of the natural disaster was, paradoxically, the most peaceful.

The waves on the shore of the cape were rustling. They were the mercenaries of the Hurricane King. They were still roaring and destroying the world with the storm last night, but now they were quietly revealing to the wizard that the disaster would stay away from the earth tomorrow.

This is certainly a good thing. If the torrential rain continues for a few more days, Shita Town may be flooded. At that time, it will be necessary to urgently move to higher ground, fleeing in the rain with all families. The post-disaster displacement is unknown, and countless people have died or been injured.

A single disaster is fully capable of wiping an entire human settlement off the map.

Shita Town has experienced similar disasters in its history. Even the lighthouse where Lin Bo was located was broken by huge waves. People rebuilt it on the site of the old tower, which gave him the place to live today.

Lin Bo sighed comfortably. This noisy friend was finally leaving. Although he was grateful for the opportunities brought by the hurricane, he was also troubled by its cruel tactics. Perhaps this is what it means to live with a king like living with a tiger.

A few white flying birds were reflected in the water surface under his feet. Lin Bo immediately glanced at them and saw that they were a few seagulls, so he looked up in the direction they were coming from.

The cunning gull landed on the top of the lighthouse's high lamp base, stepped on the edge of the black pottery tiles, and chirped rapidly to the wizard in the courtyard.

They talked at once.

Last night, a little seagull lost its strength in the storm, was blown out of the sky, and crashed onto the rocks, breaking both legs and suffering serious injuries. It had not much time left and was about to die.

Friends of the birds were also on the funeral invitation list.

Lin Bo was slightly startled. He had just planned to visit the mushrooms and the flying birds at the East Cliff Grotto, but he had received this news in advance. Thinking that there might still be hope, he quickly donned the Mage's Visage, soared over the sea, and headed straight for the grotto.

When the night watchman arrived, seagulls were flying in and out of the cave, some landed on the reefs, and some circled on the waves. None of them were catching fish or eating. They just looked at the humans who were rushing over.

Lin Bo stopped at the entrance of the cave, and the seagulls at his feet flapped their wings and flew away, keeping a distance from him.

There are more white birds gathered near the mushroom greenhouse. Last night, they moved the seriously injured little seagull to a warm shelter. This is the only collective care they have.

The wizard lifted the door curtain and entered the shed. He saw a pair of male and female birds squatting quietly on the ground under the ceiling light, with their dying child beside them.

On the dense fungal carpet, a heart-shaped mushroom was beating slowly. The pale red mycelium overflowed from the wooden box, flowed to the ground, spread to the dying gull, and pierced into the wound of the bird's broken leg.

The hyphae connects the heart mushroom and the little seagull. With each beat, it continuously pumps light red cell fluid into its body as nutrients to support the little seagull's survival.

Lin Bo approached and squatted. The bird couple chirped twice at him and immediately flew away. They had no habit of staying near humans. They just squatted on the windowsill not far away and watched the wizard.

The little seagull still had vital signs, breathing rapidly, its pale yellow eyes gazing at the massive figure looming over it. It clearly remembered this frequent visitor, the one who had once stolen bread from the night watchman's pocket.

"(Incantation) Don't be afraid." Lin Bo infused his words with incantation power, which passed through the electric noise of the mask and turned into a whisper that soothed the soul. It wasn't very effective, but it was enough to comfort him.

The little seagull no longer trembled with fear.

The mage observed the hyphae that had penetrated the seagull's wound and magnified the image captured by the camera. The hyphae connecting the broken leg showed a significant change in properties and had been transformed into thin bundles of nerves and blood vessels.

Lin Bo gently stroked his mask to turn off the voiceprint eraser, touched the fungal blanket with his hand, and whispered, "(Magic language) Are you saving it?"

They took a break from their busy schedule and whispered to the mage: "Save my friends... I will never give up on my friends... I am so hungry and thirsty... Please feed me..."

After water and fertilizer were distributed to the hard-working mycelium doctors, they became full of energy again, producing blood with great pleasure, and continuously providing extracorporeal circulation for the little seagulls.

Lin Bo gently touched the gull and sensed the condition of its body through its feathers and skin. Some of its organs were ruptured, its chest and abdominal ribs were broken in many places, and there was a gap in its skull.

The hyphae transformed into blood vessels and nerves connected to the seagull's body, replacing the damaged parts and even absorbing the blood and leaking gastric juices to prevent further damage. The hyphae also bound and reinforced the broken bones, but if they were not reset, they would still be deformed if they healed.

If left alone, the little seagull will gradually get better after a few days with the support of the mycelium.

In order to save this life, the omnipotent bacteria accurately dispatched the required genes in the genetic information library. Fortunately, the little seagull was not destined to die, and the genetic information library of the bacteria was relatively poor, so the probability of correctly dispatching the genes was extremely high, and a good lottery ticket was drawn.

Lin Bo was silent for a moment, then he placed his hand on the fungal blanket again and praised sincerely, "(Magic words) You guys are amazing."

"Happy... I like the feeder... Save my friend, save my friend... Happy..." The mushrooms chattered amongst themselves, most of them so happy that their mycelium curled up and swayed as if an invisible little animal was rolling on their bodies, while some were seriously focused on treating the little seagull, oblivious to everything else.

Lin Bo whispered the true name of Flesh and Blood, closed his eyes, and with the help of the vision constructed by touch, carefully identified each injury and repaired the ruptured internal organs one by one. This was a very delicate job that relied on the full concentration of his mind.

His breathing was intermittent and there was not a breath of wind in the greenhouse.

The little seagull writhed in pain as the deformation of its flesh and blood pulled on its nerves.

Lin Bo gently pressed it down and chanted repeatedly: "(Mantra) Don't be afraid." until the little seagull calmed down.

The couple of birds by the window chirped twice anxiously.

"(Incantation) Quiet." The wizard whispered a command, and the couple immediately tucked their beaks under their wings.

After a few minutes, Lin Bo repaired all the perceptible internal organ damage, and his proficiency in tactile endoscopy increased once.

Listen to the whispers of flesh coming to life and ensure all organs return to basic function.

At this time, the broken hollow bones in the little seagull's body made a tired murmur like a broken flute.

The fibrous hyphae that bind the bones make encouraging sounds of "Hey hey! Hey hey!", like a group of children holding hands to fix a broken bridge. They constantly comfort the bones and encourage them to regenerate.

Lin Bo raised an eyebrow. The mycelium's enthusiastic words silenced the bones. This was a perfect opportunity to learn the true name. With just the knowledge of the true name, he could quickly help the broken bones reset.

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Bo fell into deep meditation.

The white birds came forward curiously, observing the little seagull whose eyes were gradually becoming brighter. They also jumped onto the wizard's shoulders and pecked at the mask.

After a moment, he woke up from his suspended animation and took a deep breath, scaring away the birds on his shoulders and knees.

Lin Bo whispered: "(Mantra) Bones."

Each piece of the broken rib returns to its original position, and the joints are joined together to form a tight mortise and tenon. With the reinforcement of mycelium, it does not affect the life of the little seagull at all, and the bones will grow back completely on their own after a while.

The most serious injuries were in the legs, which were only connected by a thin layer of skin. The original blood vessels and nerves were completely severed. It was only because of the hyphae as a connecting bridge that the broken legs did not lose nutrition and become necrotic.

Once necrotic, there is no possibility of reconnection, but there is still hope for recovery.

Lin Bo carefully sensed the thickest nerve bundles in the bird's legs. The neurons transformed from mycelium were directly connected to the seagull's native nervous system. The mushrooms transmitted waves of excited pulses, keeping the seriously injured soldier awake.

In other words, the little seagull was in pain and couldn't sleep all night, but it seemed quite energetic. This is because the nerve signals transmitted by the mycelium also have the effect of relieving pain.

Lin Bo could hear the lively and happy singing of the mycelium neurons, which was in sharp contrast to the miserable wails of the little seagull's original nerves. Moreover, the pulse signals of the original nerves were much weaker than those of the mycelium.

I guess its little brain was almost dizzy from the singing of the happy mushrooms.

Lin Bo recited the true names of bones, flesh, and skin one by one, repositioned the broken leg, and closed the wound. Only dozens of light red hyphae remained connected to the subcutaneous tissue. This part had grown together with the original body part and did not need to be removed.

The final step of the operation should have been to cut the hyphae, but the wizard paused for a moment and took the opportunity to find out the true name of the neuron.

At this point, he has mastered the true names of the most important things that make up the living body.

Lin Bo turned an iron ball into a knife, cut off the mycelium on the little seagull's legs, and lifted it up.

The noisy mushroom sounds in the little guy's mind faded away, and he jumped twice in a daze, as if his soul, which was wandering on the edge of death, was returning to the world. He blinked his eyes, pecked the wizard's fingertips, and then rubbed his palm with his head.

The couple birds chirped with joy.

The little seagull flapped its wings and flew, its bright white shadow flew through the window, and it cried hard under the sky above the ocean. The flock of birds was startled by its clear voice, and circled among the reefs, making loud noises.

Lin Bo put away the iron balls, smiled and stroked the fungal blanket, "(magic words) Well done, thank you for your hard work."

The mycelium sways gently, like a white field blown by the wind.

(End of this chapter)