Gangster Secret Doctor

Unlike regular hospitals, Luther doesn't prepare any anesthetic drugs.

Or rather, even if he had it, he wouldn't bother letting such a scumbag use it.

So he simply and decisively shoved his fingers into the lender John's upper left abdomen, letting him scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"--Aaaaaah!"

It turned out that the spleen had ruptured.

Luther stirred his fingers, sensing the state of the internal organs, and thought to himself.

Because of the "Rose Bishop's " authority in the Flesh and Blood Domain, his knowledge of Potion includes the entire structure of the human body. If we take into account his exquisite control over Flesh, it can be said that every Rose Bishop can serve as an excellent Surgeon.

However, rather than healing the sick and saving lives, the vast majority of Rose Bishop would rather turn human bodies into indistinct clumps of Flesh to please their gods.

"Stop yelling, stop yelling, I'm treating your injuries."

Luther showed no mercy, inserting another finger and twisting and adjusting its position inside the warm, sticky abdominal cavity until he pinched both sides of John's spleen. The pain stimulated John, and he began to wail and scream like a madman.

"Aaaaaah! It hurts! I'm going to die!"

"Shut up, what's there to yell about with this level of pain?"

After locating the rupture in his spleen, Luther activated his Flesh and Blood Magic, accelerating the growth of tissue on both sides of the wound. Within seconds, the tissue healed together again, and the bleeding stopped.

John was in so much pain that he almost fainted, gasping for breath.

Luther withdrew his finger, pressed on the wound to drain the remaining blood from the abdominal cavity. He then treated most of the external injuries, leaving only a few superficial wounds, which he then bandaged up.

It's not that he can't be fully cured, but that would be too conspicuous. At least wrapping him in several layers of bandages would reduce speculation among those who don't know the truth.

The gang leader Ciel Charles stood behind Luther the whole time and watched the entire treatment process without showing any unusual reaction.

After Luther finished treating him, he asked, "This isn't ordinary healing ability, is it?"

Isn't what you're saying obvious?

Luther glanced at him but did not answer.

This guy frequents the underworld of Backlund and must have some knowledge of Beyonders. He might be asking this to test me.

Luther ignored his probing, instead searching John for the loan agreement. After a moment's thought, he didn't tear it up but instead put it away.

"Don't worry about John backing out; I'll make him cancel the debt."

Behind them, the gang leader continued, enthusiastically resolving Emily's troubles, as if it weren't his men who had tried to seize the house.

Luther turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.

What do you want to do?

This guy's sudden act of kindness is definitely not due to a change of heart; he must be asking for something in return.

"I just wanted to ask, how severe can your ability heal?"

Sure enough, Ciel asked.

"For external injuries, as long as it's not a brain injury or excessive blood loss, they should be able to be saved."

Luther said casually.

After listening, Ciel touched the scar on his face, lost in thought. He Door Opening and had his men, who were waiting outside, carry the unconscious John away.

She remained in the Apartment, watching Luther.

"My name is Ciel, I'm with the Lyman Gang, and I mainly manage this neighborhood."

He introduced himself.

I think I've heard of this gang before.

Luther stood up and introduced himself, "Kafka Anderson, currently renting this Apartment."

"You live here, no wonder you offered your help."

Ciel nodded. "Mr. Anderson, may I ask where you currently work?"

"My main profession right now is being a mental patient."

"?"

Ciel glanced at Luther's clothes, seemingly just noticing that it was a straitjacket. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Can you use this healing ability of yours long-term?"

"Can."

Luther guessed what the other party was thinking. Gangs inevitably engage in fighting and killing, and some injuries might be inconvenient to go to the hospital because they might be related to a case or simply troublesome gunshot wounds. In such cases, they need reliable secret doctors to treat their injuries.

Looks like this guy wants to recruit me as a clandestine healer for the underworld.

"So, Mr. Anderson, would you be interested in using your abilities to offer us some assistance?"

Ciel did indeed ask, "As for the reward... it will be more than what a regular hospital would offer. And in return, your safety will be protected by us; in the East Borough, no one will dare to touch you easily."

Luther thought about it for a moment.

Putting aside the issues of reward and security, these gangs are local bullies, and if they are willing to provide assistance, their own network of connections can be established.

"If there are any injured people, you can bring them to me. But don't order me around, and don't expect me to do everything for you."

Luther said.

He dabbed some of John's blood on the ground, flicked it lightly, and it landed on the floor at Ciel's feet. With a thud, a small hole was immediately burned into the floor.

"That's natural."

Ciel looked at the small, Corrosion hole, his eyebrows twitching, his expression softening further. "Then I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

"By the way, do you know any places nearby where people with special abilities like mine might live?"

Luther thought for a moment and casually asked.

He's a gang leader, so he should know the area very well. Maybe we can find the circle of extraordinary people through him.

"You can go to the nearby River Mouth Street. There's a bar called 'Northern Bear' there; occasionally, people with special abilities will work there."

"That's what Ciel replied."

"Oh, I see. Thank you."

Luther thanked him and saw him out of the Apartment.

Ciel chatted with him briefly, then, along with his henchmen and the unconscious John, said goodbye and left.

Emily sat there dumbfounded, staring at everything, feeling a strong sense of unreality.

"Just like that, you left?"

She said in disbelief.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Luther took the contract out of his pocket and handed it to the brave girl with a smile, "Here, your debt should be offset. In return, could you reduce our rent a little?"

Emily took the contract and read it several times before she could believe it was real. She looked up at Luther, her eyes quickly welling up with tears of excitement.

"Thank you... thank you..."

She fought back tears and forced herself to say, "From now on, you can live here with me... for free..."

If it weren't for him, I would not only have lost the house my parents left me, but I would also have been arrested for murder.

"Rent-free? That's great!"

Luther chuckled. "Oh, right, there's one more thing. Those gangsters might come to visit occasionally. Don't be scared if they walk in covered in blood in the middle of the night."

"... ah?""