Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 212: You’re Sick—You Need Healing

Chapter 212: You’re Sick—You Need HealingHe crouched before the trembling guard, extending his sharp fingernail and pressing it against the man's forehead.

"Your wound trauma is quite evident, and beyond that, there's a latent tumor inside your skull. It's making you tired and irritable. You were previously injured by a werewolf, and the curse has already begun spreading through your body, though you haven't discovered it yet."

Upon hearing this, the guard's face turned pale with shock.

"You're sick and need treatment."

Sssss—

Before the guard could speak, the finger pressed against his forehead slowly pierced into his skull, crimson blood gushing out in torrents.

A scream of utter agony pierced the air.

But from beneath the plague doctor mask, the Night Doctor instantly released wisps of white mist that quickly calmed the guard down.

"Pain is proof you're alive. Experience it peacefully, and you will be cured."

Under the pale stares of the surrounding people, the Night Doctor's finger sliced open the guard's skull with a cracking sound starting from the forehead.Billowing steam rose from the exposed brain.

The fingers moved with delicate precision.

He shifted the brain aside, locating the tumor he had mentioned—no larger than a pinky finger.

With exquisite skill, he excised the tumor, applied medicinal assistance, and completed a perfect craniotomy without any superfluous movements.

Lynn was utterly stunned.

Perfect!

Brilliant!

Absolutely flawless!

Indeed, his Teacher was right—the Night Doctors were undoubtedly the most skilled medical organization in this Dark World.

He hadn't even used a scalpel.

Just a few precise steps, and he had completed a perfect brain surgery!

Crack crack—

The skull pieces were slowly closed together.

Silver threads, like silkworms, intricately and rapidly crawled across the scalp, perfectly suturing the skull back together.

Then.

His gaze fell upon the guard's right foot.

Riiip—

With a flick of his finger.

The guard's entire pant leg and shoe instantly split in two.

Immediately revealing the dense, black wolf fur covering the limb.

Seeing this, the Mayor's expression changed dramatically.

"The curse hasn't fully spread yet. Sacred power within your body has restrained the werewolf curse from further invasion, but the Dark World has already branded you with the mark of Calamity." ŖἈƝỔBĚȿ

"You need treatment."

Squelch—

A flash of blood light.

The guard's left leg was instantly severed.

A scream that pierced the heavens echoed.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the wolf fur on his left foot was quickly scraped away, revealing a festering wound on his instep—clearly the site where he had contracted the curse.

Swish swish swish—

The festering wound was rapidly excised.

The Night Doctor extended his sharp finger, swiftly carving an extremely complex rune into the wound area. As the rune glowed, it seeped into the injury.

And remarkably.

The deformed left foot rapidly transformed, eventually becoming a living human foot once more.

But then, something terrifying occurred.

The Night Doctor actually pulled a scalpel from his waist and, right before everyone's eyes, began chopping the foot into piece after piece of dismembered flesh.

Everyone's SAN points plummeted wildly.

Then Lynn saw the Night Doctor pull a bottle of white, bone-like liquid from his robe, evenly applying it to every piece of broken flesh and bone.

[Self-Binding Angel's Mercy]!

Lynn recognized that epic-grade potion at a glance.

Immediately after.

Under the Night Doctor's rapid sewing, the left foot was finally restored to completeness through stitching.

It seemed like unnecessary extra work, but clearly, this must be related to the curse mark the Night Doctor had mentioned.

"You have been cured."

The lenses of the plague doctor mask calmly reflected the guard's pale face.

Then.

He turned his head, his gaze falling upon Lynn, who stood out noticeably from the surroundings.

Their eyes met.

"..."

A brief silence ensued.

"Colleague?" the Night Doctor asked doubtfully.

Lynn adjusted his monocle, smiling politely and courteously. "Colleague."

The Night Doctor narrowed his eyes, saying nothing, but slowly extended his sharp hand, pressing it against Lynn's pulse.

In an instant.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Then he stared deeply at Lynn, saying, "This colleague, you are quite seriously ill."

Lynn smiled earnestly. "How so?"

The Night Doctor frowned. "Your body has undergone abnormal severe mutation, your left hand has developed mysterious consciousness, your flesh and blood genes are extremely distorted, you suffer from severe drug abuse aftereffects, your body has undergone major reconstruction, your heart isn't even your original one, there's an abnormal curse inside you, and you're somewhat mentally disturbed..."

The Night Doctor stared at him profoundly.

"Even your brain still bears traces of an Evil Spirit!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around them trembled violently, looking at the smiling Lynn with utter shock.

The Night Doctor narrowed his eyes. "You're the first patient I've ever seen who's crammed mutation, curses, evil spirits, parasitism, and flesh reconstruction all into one body. This isn't just being seriously ill anymore..."

"You're basically a human shape squeezed out from illness."

Lynn closed his eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment. To receive such professional evaluation from a Night Doctor truly fills me with admiration."

Then he opened his eyes, smiling.

"I know your Night Doctors' code of conduct. To be honest, my purpose in coming here is to seek an opportunity to join your organization."

Hearing this, the Mayor and others behind him all trembled.

He actually said it!

After witnessing that terrifying "treatment" from the Night Doctor earlier, hadn't he abandoned that notion?

The Night Doctor's gaze remained calm, looking down at him indifferently.

"Oh? What abilities do you possess that make you think you can join us?"

Lynn looked up, smiling.

"I can learn other skills, but there's one ability where I don't think I'm inferior to you—or rather, I might even be superior."

He adjusted his monocle, polite and confident in his smile.

The Night Doctor narrowed his eyes, his lenses reflecting Lynn's face. "Oh? What is it?"

Lynn smiled. "Diagnostic ability."

Buzz—

The surroundings instantly fell into complete silence.

Everyone held their breath, staring suffocatingly at the youth who dared to challenge a Night Doctor.

After a long while.

The Night Doctor narrowed his eyes. "Diagnosis? Are you joking?"

Lynn smiled. "No, I'm not joking. Actually, when you touched my wrist earlier, I diagnosed some of your illnesses. Quite a few, in fact."

"You're not any less sick than I am."

The Night Doctor instantly felt deeply insulted and enraged.

But he didn't get angry.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged before Lynn.

"Is that so? I'm quite curious. This full set of equipment perfectly isolates me from the external environment. I'd like to hear you explain how you diagnosed me, and where exactly I'm sick?"

His gaze turned somewhat dangerous.

Lynn's lips curled up. "My diagnostic method is simple. As long as we've made contact, and I'm willing, I can diagnose all your illnesses."

Hearing this, the Night Doctor emitted a derisive snort from beneath his mask.

Clearly finding his claim utterly absurd.

"Don't rush. Let's start with a few minor ones first."

Lynn picked up his notebook, swiftly writing in it with a quill.

"Have you been experiencing some gastrointestinal discomfort recently?"