Seeing this, the three Night Doctors abruptly clenched their teeth, reached out, and grabbed the feathers on Raven's back.
The three nodded at one another, their gazes resolute.
The next instant.
Rrrrip-
Rrrrip-
Rrrrip-
"Caw-!"
A startled, terrified cry rang out at the sudden, searing pain.
Raven spread his arms, his whole body jolting at the unexpected, savage plucking.
For Crowfolk and birds, having their feathers plucked was simply an indescribable form of torture.
Raven trembled.
But he did not lose his reason. Quickly gritting his teeth, he pulled off his beaked mask, revealing a bizarre Crowfolk face that combined human and crow features.
Glug, glug-
He swiftly downed a bottle of medicine specifically formulated to suppress the [Leech] virus.
He turned, gritting his teeth. "Get the topical medication from my medical kit immediately! Hurry!"
"Yes!"
The three Night Doctors demonstrated outstanding medical competence at that moment. They swiftly took out medication and syringes, laid Raven on a bench, and exposed his back.
One of the Night Doctors gritted his teeth. "Mr. Raven, there's no time to lose. We're starting now. Please bear with us."
Psh, psh, psh-
Under the shocked gazes of the surrounding townspeople, that Night Doctor wielded his syringe at an unimaginable speed, stabbing Raven's back again and again to administer injection after injection of antiviral medication.
"Sir! We need to remove more of your feathers. Please bear with us!"
"Wait!"
Rrrrip, rrrrip, rrrrip-
Gritting their teeth, the three Night Doctors divided up the work and continued cleaning Raven's back while he clutched his head frantically, convulsing nonstop.
For a moment, feathers flew everywhere.
It was like watching chickens being slaughtered, with masses of feathers flying out in every direction.
But Raven was still Raven. Even when it came to having his feathers plucked, his tolerance for