The Night Doctors under his command were all exceptionally skilled surgical specialists. In less than half an hour, they had successfully completed the surgeries on the curse-afflicted patients in their care and perford the sutures.
"Good, my hands haven't gotten rusty! The surgery went very smoothly."
"Though it's a bit ugly, no matter what, the curse has been thoroughly suppressed!"
"Ah! Indeed, the feeling of not being bound by so many rules and regulations is truly very comfortable!"
The surrounding Night Doctors who had finished their surgeries all looked at their patients in their hands with contentnt and satisfaction.
They quickly had the nurses carry the curse-afflicted patients away to rest.
Scanning the area, their gazes imdiately fell upon the old man lying prone on the ground beside Lynn, stripped bare.
The Night Doctors were montarily stunned.
"Good Doctor, sir, haven't you started the surgery yet?"
Lynn awkwardly rubbed his chin, closing the notebook in his hand, and said, "I was observing and learning first. I won't hide it from everyone;
although I'm relatively good at diagnosis, my experience in surgery is still a bit lacking..."
Upon hearing this, the Night Doctors looked at each other, their faces all revealing kind expressions.
Unlike mbers of other organizations who often mocked others, the Night Doctor organization was famously united and harmonious.
In their view, Good Doctor's situation was perfectly normal.
Because expertise varies.
Good Doctor was undoubtedly a doctor specializing in diagnosis;
it was perfectly normal for him to lack experience in surgery!
The dozens of Night Doctors imdiately gathered around enthusiastically.
One Night Doctor said kindly, "What's the big deal? Good Doctor, sir, all of us are here, all Night Doctors. You just go ahead and operate. If there are any shortcomings, everyone will guide you from the side. Just rest assured!"
Dozens of Night Doctors around all nodded enthusiastically.
The old man lying prone on the ground, stripped bare, shuddered, hearing the voices of his subordinates coming from all around.
Good Doctor...
Wasn't this the trainee Night Doctor sent by the Matriarch to intern here?!
Wait a minute... wait a minute!
Could it be...
Lynn was also deeply moved by this excellent collective spirit.
Was this the ethos of the Night Doctors? It really made one feel the warmth of a big family right away!
"Alright! Thank you all, then!"
Lynn imdiately sat cross-legged on the ground, mimicking what he saw, took out a cloth, and solemnly covered the back of the head and lower body of the old man beneath him, exposing only the back.
*Sproing—*
Two sharp tal spikes instantly extended from his fingers.
This ti, since he could get guidance from dozens of Night Doctor seniors from the side, his first attempt at a curse suppression surgery would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort!
The body of the old hospital director, under the effects of anesthesia, had already gone completely stiff.
Although he couldn't see behind him, after hearing those words just now, even a fool could tell they were about to perform surgery on him, right?!
[Ding! Ke Lai's SAN -5]
Accompanied by the prompts, panic rose in the old director's eyes.
But that's wrong!
That's not right!
What curse do I have?! I'm perfectly fine! I'm your director!
Then he quickly heard the confused voices of the Night Doctors around him.
"Wait a minute, don't you think this patient's back looks a bit familiar? I always feel his silhouette looks a little like our director!"
"Director? Don't joke around. I just contacted the director half an hour ago. After finishing his house call, he went to report to the Matriarch. He's probably still in the Matriarch's underground Main Hall now."
"That's true. If it really were the director, wouldn't he crack open if he knew we were operating on him?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of hearty laughter imdiately erupted all around, filling the air with a lively atmosphere.
"Stop laughing! Good Doctor, sir, is about to operate. Don't interrupt his concentration!"
The old director lying prone on the ground felt his whole face flush red and then turn purple.
Damn it! Damn it!
These useless bastards!
If you all think it looks familiar, then just flip over and take a look!
And I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine!
"Good Doctor, sir, is the curse inside this patient tricky?"
"Relatively mild. This old grandpa was just touched by an infected person, showing only slight signs of being cursed. And he was knocked out by right after contact, so it's not a big problem."
"That's good!"
"Then I'll begin! If there's anything wrong, I ask for your guidance, seniors!"
Saying this, Lynn steadied his mind.
Instantly, the surgical imagery taught by the Matriarch flashed in his mind. The sharp tal spikes tore open the flesh and blood on the old man's back with a *rip*.
Old Director: "!!!"
[Ding! Ke Lai's panic towards you 1]
Pain! Pain!
A heart-wrenching pain like your mom just died!
And that pain was really hard to describe. It didn't seem to co from the skin, as it was already anesthetized, but rather seed to co directly from the soul.
Thinking of his decades as a Night Doctor, he had perfectly passed the pain tolerance tests.
But at this mont, he felt as if he had returned to that sumr many years ago, sitting in the pain tolerance machine, being tortured madly.
It was also like the abnormal pain of being forcefully pinned down and penetrated by a two-ton flesh-and-blood brute!
This person...
He...
Does he have a passive skill that inflicts pain?!
0ДQ!!
"Wrong! Wrong! The engraving is crooked. The lines here need adjustnt, the lines there need to be changed. If one part is drawn wrong, even if the surgery is completed, it won't be able to suppress the curse!"
"Alright! Then I'll heal him up a bit and try again!"
"And that pattern next to it, when you engrave it, you should go from shallow to deep, going in bit by bit. You can't just stab it in all at once, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced!"
"I see! I understand!"
Behind him, dozens of Night Doctors enthusiastically crowded around, offering warm, professional guidance to the focused Lynn.
Beneath him, the old director foad at the mouth, his eyes rolling back uncontrollably.
At this mont, he felt like a little white mouse being watched by a crowd during an experint.
Poke here.
Touch there.
Then stab in, cut by cut.
And the Night Doctors' anesthetic was famously potent throughout the entire Dark World.
He hadn't been injected with just one dose either.
He knew he was probably going to beco the first director in history to be forcibly operated on by his own subordinates!
He opened his mouth in utter despair, trembling, feeling wronged, foaming at the mouth, like an old loli who could no longer resist, forced to lie flat and be taken advantage of.
This humiliation...
This discomfort...
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