"As a doctor, what you look like isn't something I should care about. In my eyes, you're just a patient."
"You're sick, and I treat you. It's that simple."
His body was gripped like an action figure by a malformed hand. Ji Yan's expression darkened, but his tone remained calm.
The eerie patient had long grown tired of such perfunctory lines and sneered, "Every doctor says the same thing. If you were turned into something like me, you'd break down harder than anyone."
"I really am sick. Every corner of my body is diseased."
"So tell me, Doctor, can you turn me back into the body I had at the beginning? Delicate skin, a slim figure?"
"You can't. You're all useless quacks who only know how to spout empty words!"
The eerie female patient dragged her mountain-like body of flesh forward. Her entire face, melting bit by bit from the drug reaction, pressed up close to Ji Yan's. Malice filled her eyes.
Yet Ji Yan nodded. "I can."
Not only Cow Player and Chicken Player,
even the eerie patient herself froze for a moment.
"What?"
Ji Yan still nodded calmly. "I said I can."
"Fine! If you can't do it, I'll drain every bit of fat from your body and use it to fill my rotting skin!"
Whether she truly held onto that sliver of hope or merely wanted an excuse to drain Ji Yan dry, the eerie patient loosened her malformed hand.
Nearby, Cow Player, whose body was covered in ugly pus-filled boils, looked at Ji Yan gloomily and clicked his tongue. "What a waste of time."
"Dead sooner or later, it's still death."
The medical kit in Ji Yan's hand was the lowest-grade intern's kit. It contained only a few surgical tools and some basic anesthetics.
Could he