Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 341: The Old Dean Who Got Numbed Out

Pfft—

A dose of potent anesthetic was suddenly injected into the hospital director's nape before he could react.

The old hospital director (꒪Д꒪) spread his arms wide, the documents in his hands scattering all over the floor. His eyes bulged, his hands trembling as, under the anesthetic's effect, his legs wobbled and went limp beneath him.

Knocked out!

He got knocked out!

The next moment, restrained by the hand and syringe behind him, the old director thudded onto the floor with a *plop*, his entire body convulsing.

In the final instant before losing consciousness, he finally recognized that this potent anesthetic seemed to be the very kind developed by their own Night Doctors...

"I... am... your..."

His face pale, he stretched a hand forward, desperately trying to identify himself.

Pfft—Before he could finish speaking, another injection was administered into his backside.

(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪) Pfft—

He still tried to struggle and crawl forward, but it was utterly useless.

Finally, after a few seconds, under the restraint of the powerful presence behind him pressing on his rear, he (x﹏x) collapsed onto the ground, drained of strength.

A wisp of green smoke slowly rose.

Seeing him knocked out, Lynn, with practiced ease, hoisted the old man onto his shoulder. Twirling the communicator on the side of his Plague Doctor Mask, he looked up and said:

"Area 4 cleared. However, one suspected infected individual has fled into Area 5. I leave him to you!"

"Copy that!"

After speaking, Lynn, carrying the old man foaming at the mouth, swiftly turned and rushed back into the white smoke billowing over the plaza.

...

More than ten minutes later.

After completing the clearance operation, all the patients who had come for treatment and were now knocked out were gathered in the Main Hall.

Through the concerted efforts of dozens of Night Doctors, the several hundred patients present were all brought under control.

"Let's divide the work. Each person is responsible for examining ten patients. If any trace of a curse is found, do not wait for authorization. Perform surgery on the target immediately on-site."

Bottle after bottle of [Self-Binding Angel's Mercy] was distributed to every Night Doctor present.

This was practically standard equipment for every Night Doctor.

As the initiator of this curse purge operation, Lynn naturally took the lead, being assigned to diagnose over ten patients first.

[Ding! The target triggered your Random Diagnosis!]

"Patient No. 21 shows no curse, but has severe asthma and pulmonary disease. Send to the intensive care unit immediately for eradication surgery!"

"Patient No. 22 is infected, carrying two curses. Immediate suppression surgery required!"

"Patient No. 25 shows no symptoms, suspected to be a patient's family member. However, the possibility of infection cannot be ruled out. Requires multiple screenings and tests!"

While the other Night Doctors had only just begun diagnosing one or two patients, Lynn had already completed the entire diagnostic process for over a dozen patients at an unimaginable speed.

After finishing his own workload.

Lynn quickly joined the diagnostic efforts of the other Night Doctors.

In the short span of over ten minutes, through the collaborative efforts of Lynn and the many Night Doctors, the preliminary diagnosis and screening of several hundred patients were rapidly completed.

"The examination results are in. Among the 231 patients, 21 are infected to varying degrees by the curse pathogen, an infection rate of nearly one-tenth."

A Night Doctor looked up with relief, holding a document, and said:

"But fortunately, we controlled it in time. Otherwise, if that curse carrier had stayed longer, many more patients would likely have been infected by the curse he carried."

Everyone's gaze immediately turned towards Lynn, who had first discovered that case.

They cast looks of admiration at Lynn.

"Good Doctor, sir, thank you very much. Without your outstanding diagnostic ability and decisive alert, the curse's scope could very well have expanded further."

Everyone applauded approvingly.

*Clap clap clap—*

Lynn humbly waved his hand and said, "This is our duty as Night Doctors. But now is not the time for idle chat. Those dozen or so infected individuals still need surgery, and the other critically ill patients also require our treatment. Let's talk after we have completed their Redemption!"

The Night Doctors all nodded in agreement, their gazes full of praise, all inspired by Lynn's earnest and responsible attitude.

"That's right! The Good Doctor speaks wisely!"

"Surgery cannot be delayed. If the curse worsens further, it will be troublesome!"

"Everyone, act immediately! No delays!"

Without another word, the dozens of Night Doctors sprang into action, swiftly dragging out the patients afflicted with curses.

Each one expertly pulled out surgical knives, *swish swish swish* twirling them in their hands.

Skillfully stripping off clothes and pants.

Making the patients lie face down, their sharp fingers rapidly tracing complex surgical diagrams on the patients' backs.

That was the surgical procedure for [Self-Binding Angel's Mercy].

Lynn immediately realized this was a very rare learning opportunity. After all, he had only learned the procedure for this surgery from the Matriarch but hadn't yet had a chance for practical application.

And this time, being able to watch his colleagues perform the surgery was absolutely the best way to gain experience!

Lynn immediately pulled out a notebook from his pocket, his expression extremely focused as he watched his colleagues' surgical procedures, rapidly learning and taking notes.

Pfft—

Accompanied by the sounds of incisions entering flesh.

Lynn's gaze soon grew bright with understanding.

"So that's how it is..."

"Is it done like this?"

"Ah, you have to cut here like this, I see..."

[Ding! Your surgical skill +1]

Amidst the constant prompts ringing in his ears, Lynn learned quickly and intently.

Meanwhile, right in front of him, the old man he was responsible for was also lying face down on the ground, rigid from full-body anesthesia, his consciousness still clear. He stared wide-eyed, struggling to inch forward.

But due to those two doses of potent anesthetic, he was completely powerless.

And as the old hospital director, he was the first to understand exactly what was happening.

His wide, staring eyes reflected the scene in the Main Hall: patients from all over the world lying haphazardly, foaming at the mouth, and his own subordinate Night Doctors performing surgeries right in front of everyone, opening up bodies...

"Mmgh!! Mmgh!!"

He was so anxious tears were about to spurt out!

Positive image! Our positive image!

Which blasted idiot tied me up here without even looking?!

Tying me up is one thing, but at least you could do it in a treatment room! Don't just start cutting people open right in front of the other patients!

How come you forgot everything I said not long ago the moment you turned around?!

But it was utterly useless.