He crouched before the trembling guard, extended a sharp fingernail, and pressed it between his brows.
"Your wound shows obvious trauma. Besides that, there is a hidden tumor inside your skull. It makes you tired and irritable. You were once injured by a Werewolf, and the curse has already begun spreading through your body. You simply haven't discovered it yet."
At those words, the guard's face drained of color.
"You're sick and need treatment."
Sss-
Before the guard could speak, the finger between his brows pierced his skull little by little, sending scarlet blood gushing out.
An utterly piercing scream rang out.
But wisps of white mist instantly sprayed from beneath the Night Doctor's beaked mask, quickly quieting the guard.
"Pain is proof that you're alive. Experience it without fear, and you will be healed."
Under the pale-faced gazes of those around him, the Night Doctor's finger sliced the guard's skull open from between his brows.
Billowing heat rose from his brain.
The finger flickered lightly.
The doctor shifted the brain aside and found the tumor he had mentioned, no larger than a little finger.
He excised the tumor with exquisite precision, then applied medicine to aid the process. Without a single wasted movement, a perfect craniotomy was complete.
Even Lynn stared in amazement.
Perfect!
Outstanding!
Absolutely flawless!
My teacher was right. The Night Doctors really are the most skilled medical organization in the Dark World.
He didn't even use a knife.
With just a few precise steps, he completed a perfect craniotomy!
Click, click-
He slowly closed the two sides of the skull.
Fine silvery-white threads crawled rapidly across the guard's scalp like mites, moving with exquisite precision and stitching his skull perfectly back together.
Then.
His gaze fell on the guard's right foot.
Rrrip-
His finger moved.
The