"Mayuri, be gentler. Gentler."
"Don't be so rough, or so bloody."
"Our Captain-General is getting on in years. He can't take this kind of ordeal."
Surgical instruments danced like the wind in Mayuri Kurotsuchi's hands, moving so fast they almost left afterimages.
On the bed, Yamamoto looked miserable, blood pouring out of him as though it cost nothing.
Yet Mayuri Kurotsuchi only grew more excited.
The sight of all that mangled flesh was almost too much even for Kenma to watch.
Irritated by Kenma's chatter, Mayuri Kurotsuchi stopped what he was doing and turned around, a hint of displeasure showing on his masked face.
"Then how about you do it?"
"No, no need. Please carry on." Kenma waved his hands repeatedly.
He knew nothing about this. How could he possibly heal Yamamoto?
"Lord Kenma, if you want me to work, please keep quiet and don't interrupt me."
After that offhand remark, Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned back and resumed his extraordinarily brutal treatment of Yamamoto.
Yamamoto remained conscious, enduring the excruciating pain through sheer will.
His face was flushed red, and he clenched his teeth tightly without making a sound.
During that brief pause, he sucked in a sharp breath and rasped, "Hiss-don't concern yourself with me. This is no worse than a mosquito bite."
Watching Yamamoto put on a brave front, Kenma scrunched up his face as though he could feel the pain himself.
How could Mayuri Kurotsuchi's brutal methods possibly not hurt?
And before starting, Mayuri Kurotsuchi had even claimed he couldn't use anesthetic because it would interfere with repairing the internal organs.
No wonder Zhen'er had formed such a terrible opinion of Mayuri Kurotsuchi after being treated by him.
Anyone who saw Mayuri Kurotsuchi at work would avoid him like the plague.
Kenma raised a hand and silently gave