The Night Doctor chief examiner stared shakily at the rusty Chainsaw in his hands, which could clearly inflict level-ten tetanus, and said:
"Where did you get that thing?!"
Lynn said earnestly, "I dug it out of a corner in that room. I tested it, and it worked, so I brought it out."
The Night Doctor chief examiner said in shock, "Are you sure you're going to use that thing to operate on your senior?!"
Behind them, the patient lying in bed four had gone deathly pale. Cold sweat poured off him and soaked his pillow, and even his pinky was shaking like he was having an epileptic fit.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said earnestly:
"Reporting, instructor! A true Night Doctor must be able to save lives in any environment, using whatever tools he can find!"
"Rest assured, instructor! Opening people up with a Chainsaw is one of my professional skills! I'm certain I can perform your surgery with flying colors!"
Lynn stood ramrod straight at attention and shouted.
He was brimming with energy and fighting spirit.
The Chainsaw in his hands rattled away, belching thick, acrid smoke.
However you looked at him, he was an outstanding, hot-blooded young man.
The Night Doctor chief examiner took a deep breath and said, "You're confident, and you have the courage to challenge yourself. That's certainly commendable, but there's something I must tell you..."
"This surgery doesn't involve opening anyone up or amputating anything. It's only a minimally invasive procedure."
"And the patient you're responsible for only has a few spores less than half a centimeter across growing on his prostate. Are you sure you want to operate on him with that monster?!"
The Night Doctor chief examiner shouted sternly.
Patient Four swallowed, looking at him with eyes full of terror and hope.