Medical Center.
"Everything settled?"
Soldier King Military Doctor swept his gaze over the group. Seeing that no one else spoke, he nodded. "Good. Let's begin."
As he spoke, he walked over and slowly pulled open the curtain behind him.
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
Six huge pigs had been tied down on their backs, utterly silent. Monitoring devices were connected to their bodies, and their hearts were still beating. They had clearly been anesthetized.
"Live-subject treatment?"
Only then did Cristina understand what that perverted Soldier King Military Doctor meant. The corners of her mouth curved up despite herself as she murmured, "You really are a pervert."
"One pig for each resident, with interns assisting..."
Soldier King Military Doctor looked at them. "Of course, if any intern thinks they can handle one alone, go ahead. Decide among yourselves. All I ask is that these six pigs are still alive when you're done."
With that, he pulled a Military Knife from his clothes and drove it straight into one pig's waist.
The movement was so practiced that, before anyone realized it, all six huge pigs had been stabbed once.
"Begin. Save them!"
Soldier King Military Doctor wiped the blood from the Military Knife with a cloth, then raised his chin to signal that they could begin.
"You really are a demon!"
A female doctor covered her mouth with both hands. After saying that, she seemed to feel it was not enough. She stared wide-eyed at Soldier King Military Doctor and launched a question from the depths of her soul. "How dare you!"
"...They're anesthetized. They can't feel pain."
Soldier King Military Doctor had not cared much about being called a demon; people said it all the time. But that soul-piercing attack made him uneasy, forcing him to explain, "You can ask