Lynn jolted. "I'm sorry, Teacher... I... I still have a lot to learn."
He quickly finished giving his teacher injections, administering anesthetic, and stopping the bleeding.
Narrowing his eyes, Lynn picked up the sharp needle again.
Ding-
A flash of light flickered past.
"Teacher! Here I go!"
"Do you know how to stitch?" Blood Saw asked, trembling.
Lynn held the needle earnestly. "Yes, Teacher! Every time you stitched someone's wounds, I watched very closely!"
Blood Saw sighed in relief. "Good..."
Besides, he had already been given anesthetic.
It wouldn't hurt too much.
After spending two years at his side, the boy ought to have picked up some real skills through observation.
"Then get started..."
Swish, swish, swish, swish-
Blood Saw (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)-
Motherfucker!
What the hell?! Why did it still hurt like a motherfucker after the anesthetic?!
Had this brat somehow learned some passive skill that automatically inflicted pain on other people?!
Even all that fucking anesthetic couldn't seem to suppress it!
This was fucking outrageous!
Wouldn't he hurt some poor girl to death the first time he slept with her?!!
Swish, swish, swish-
Swish, swish, swish-
[Sewing experience +1] [Sewing experience +1] [Sewing experience +1]
A dozen or so minutes later, Lynn calmly took out a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the thread ends on his teacher's belly.
He patted the pretty bow on top.
Then he took out the Compound Potion and lightly sprinkled it over the wound. All done.
"Teacher! The operation was a complete success!"
Lynn earnestly gave him a thumbs-up and said:
"Inside, outside, and around the back, I've stitched up everything that needed stitching and everything that didn't. I guarantee there weren't any mistakes."
"..."
"..."
No one answered.
Lynn paused, gently lifting the white cloth draped over his teacher's face.