Lynn wasn't just making things up.
Before he left, his teacher had specifically warned him about the Night Doctors' methods, so he had some understanding of how they treated patients.
The stitched wounds couldn't heal because the Night Doctors had smeared a special medicine between every piece of flesh.
According to his teacher,
this medicine was highly effective at resisting curses and sustaining life, and it also had another effect that Lynn hadn't yet discovered.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was how to stitch the wounds so that the seams looked attractive enough without ruining the patient's appearance.
In that respect, Lynn had truly inherited his teacher's expertise.
The young man said urgently, "What do I need to do? As long as you can make me look the way I used to, I'll do anything you tell me!"
Lynn said, "Simple. Take your clothes off."
The young man's eyes widened. He glanced at the mayor and the other warriors standing around him, looking a little embarrassed.
The mayor coughed. "Well, we'll step outside first. Once you're finished, we'll come back in and see how things went."
With that,
he motioned for the warriors to leave the room with him.
Soon,
only Lynn and the dark-skinned young man remained in the room.
Looking at the smiling Lynn across from him, the young man instinctively swallowed, his eyes wide. Still, he obeyed the doctor's instructions and hurriedly undid his clothes.
A dozen seconds later,
the young man lay stark naked on the chopping block, sweating and trembling.
Why call it a chopping block?
Because this was where they usually slaughtered pigs and sheep.
The young man trembled as he covered his crotch. "Um... what now?"
Shhk-shhk-shhk-
A series of scalp-prickling sounds of a blade being sharpened came from above his