The system had previously provided the answer about that kind of dication.
This was also a question that had long puzzled Lynn. Since the purpose of Night Doctors was to heal, why did they need to cut patients into pieces and then stitch them back together?
The Bound Angel regained her calm expression, her lips parting as she spoke:
"It seems you've already discovered it. That's right, it was indeed the work of one of our Night Doctors. Moreover, this is a skill that every Night Doctor must learn, and it's also the point for which we are most misunderstood by people."
Confusion appeared in Lynn's eyes.
The Bound Angel raised her head, closing her eyes. "Everything is because of curses."
"Curses are like diseases in the mortal world, spreading rampantly throughout the entire Dark World. For ordinary curses, you might still find a thod to break them, but for the majority of curses, once they latch onto you, it's almost always an unsolvable dead end."
"Especially in this Dark World, the speed at which you can break a curse is far outstripped by the speed at which they evolve and multiply. Even two completely identical curses can manifest in completely different ways on two different individuals."
"And precisely because of this, during the first thousand years after the Night Doctors were first established, many, many of our physicians died from the spread of various curses."
Lynn's expression turned grave. "Is that dication the solution you developed?"
The Bound Angel took a deep breath, her eyes still closed.
"Yes. To combat the myriad curses of this Dark World, it took us a very long ti to develop that special dicine."
"But due to the peculiarities of this world and my own abnormal state, oral ingestion or injection can only suppress a curse for a short ti. As ti passes and the dicine's efficacy weakens, the curse will inevitably awaken once more."
She opened her golden eyes.
"So, after several rounds of experintation, we found another thod."
That thod was to cut a living being open, then, according to a specific ratio, distribute the dicine evenly throughout every part of the creature's flesh and blood in the form of a curse technique.
It was like engraving a net within the human body designed to suppress curses.
As long as this net existed,
the curse within the body would be firmly suppressed, unable to affect the body or mind.
Simultaneously,
the net would continuously weaken the curse's energy level.
Generally, depending on the curse's intensity, within a period ranging from a few years to several decades, the curse's energy level would be reduced to a stage completely harmless to the individual.
By that ti, even if the curse reawakened, its impact on the human body would be negligible.
"And most importantly, this is also a way to erase the 'brand' left within the cursed individual."
"Brand?" Lynn's heart stirred.
The Bound Angel's pupils reflected his face as she said deeply,
"Yes. As long as it is a curse from this world, regardless of its type, at the mont you are cursed, your soul will also be branded by this world."
"The longer that brand exists, the deeper this world's shackles on you beco."
"If not cleared in ti, as ti passes, the cursed individual may even end up like us, becoming a prisoner of this world, with no possibility of ever leaving."
Lynn's heart shook.
Then he imdiately thought of the Crying Clown within his own body.
Lynn's brows furrowed.
Because his Limited-Ti Curse Removal ability could only temporarily clear a curse.
But once the ti was up, or if he actively canceled it, the curse would return to the target. If that was the case, did it an he had already been branded long ago?
He imdiately raised his head, speaking seriously:
"Matriarch, can you tell if that brand exists within ?"
The Bound Angel gazed at him, golden light flickering in her eyes, then she shook her head. "You are clean. There is no brand."
But then her tone shifted.
"However, I heard Raven ntion that while you were in Silent Town, you once experienced a curse resurgence, but you later suppressed it. You must have used your ability on yourself as well, right?"
Lynn nodded seriously. "Yes. That curse is called [Crying Clown]. Do you know a way to resolve it?"
The Bound Angel stared at him fixedly for a mont before speaking.
"I've heard of it, but it only appeared once in our records. We haven't conducted specialized research on this curse, so completely cracking it would be very troubleso."
"But if we use the thod I just described, perhaps it could take effect in just a few minutes. Would you like to try it?"
Lynn's mind imdiately conjured an image of himself being sliced into pieces of at, then stitched back together, unable to heal.
Would he then have to change his na to: Little Bloodsaw?
Eek!
Just thinking about it felt thrilling!
Lynn imdiately raised his head, speaking earnestly, "When do we start?"
The Bound Angel was taken aback. "Start what?"
Lynn pulled off the Plague Doctor Mask on his head, then started unzipping his clothes to undress.
He said calmly, "The surgery, of course! To be honest, Matriarch, my Curse Purge ability can currently only be used twice consecutively, and that curse inside is permanently occupying one of those uses."
"It's usually fine, but if I encounter a special situation, I could easily beco passive. Rather than that, it's better to have the surgery once and for all!"
The Bound Angel: "???"
Watching Lynn strip down until he was only wearing pants, the Bound Angel grew anxious.
This guy was going off the rails!
Was this sothing you could just decide to do on a whim?!
And he was undressing so quickly right in front of her!
"No!"
The Bound Angel said coldly.
Lynn: "???"
The Bound Angel closed her eyes, tilting her head up. "I was just speaking casually earlier. Even if you wanted to do it, I wouldn't allow it."
Lynn stared wide-eyed, holding his clothes. "Why?"
The Bound Angel glanced at his well-proportioned body, then turned her head away, closing her eyes. "No particular reason. Although, as a Night Doctor, your attitude of leading by example is comndable, but if I had soone cut you open and then stitch you back up, leaving aside whether I'm willing or not..."
"If that single-minded bastard Titan found out, he would definitely co and smash up my place."
Lynn said, stunned, "Just because of that?"
The Bound Angel proudly lifted her chin. "Of course."
Of course...
There was another reason she would absolutely never say out loud.
Being so handso at such a young age, with such a healthy and well-proportioned body... if it were to be marred by scars and suture lines, no matter how you looked at it, it would be an unacceptable thing.
As a perfection-seeking angel,
she absolutely would not allow such a handso young man to beco a Flesh Golem.
Not to ntion, this guy was currently one of her people.
Lynn sat cross-legged on the ground, his brow tightly furrowed. "Then what should I do? If that curse remains inside , it could turn into a bomb that takes my life at any mont."
After all, last ti it silently influenced his will. But next ti, he really couldn't guarantee he'd be able to regain clarity in ti.
For example, if he were unconscious for a long period, and if he didn't get a chance to purge it before the ti limit ended...
the curse could strike a fatal blow at any mont.
The Bound Angel watched his worried expression.
She also fell silent.
After a long while,
she took a deep breath, gazing at him pensively.
"If it's a curse below the Root-level, while it might not be possible to achieve permanent removal, long-term suppression is still feasible. A few days, several dozen days... that could also temporarily free up your ability. Would you like to try it?"
Lynn was startled, then overjoyed, standing up.
"What thod?"
The Bound Angel's lips parted slightly as she lifted her head.
"Do you know what the most important ingredient in that dicine is?"
Lynn said urgently, "What is it?"
The Bound Angel shifted her body slightly, turning her profile towards him. Her eyes were like crystals, and the faint glow emanating from her entire being made her beauty seem almost unreal.
She gazed at him with a serene, distant look.
"It's an angel's blood."
Lynn was instantly shaken.
She closed her amber-like eyes.
"However, due to my abnormal state, turning it into that dicine requires many steps of purification and filtration of my blood. But after the 20% curse reduction, I can now complete these steps myself."
She looked at him pensively, revealing the slender bloodstain on her fair neck.
"Would you like a taste?"
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