The Night Doctors under his command were all highly skilled surgeons. In less than half an hour, they had successfully operated on their curse-afflicted patients and stitched them up.
"Good, I haven't gotten rusty! The surgery went very smoothly."
"It might look a little ugly, but no matter what, the curse has been completely suppressed!"
"Ah! It really does feel wonderful not having so many rules and restrictions!"
All around him, the Night Doctors who had finished their surgeries looked at their patients with contented satisfaction.
They quickly had the nurses carry their curse-afflicted patients away to rest.
They looked around.
Their gazes immediately landed on the stripped old man lying facedown beside Lynn.
The Night Doctors froze.
"Mr. Good Doctor, haven't you started operating yet?"
Lynn awkwardly rubbed his chin, closed the notebook in his hand, and said,
"I wanted to watch and learn first. To be honest with everyone, although I'm fairly good at diagnosis, I'm still a little lacking in surgical experience..."
At those words, the Night Doctors exchanged glances, friendly expressions spreading across their faces.
They were different from members of those other organizations who mocked people at the drop of a hat.
The Night Doctors were renowned for their unity and harmony.
And to them, Mr. Good Doctor's situation was perfectly normal.
After all, everyone had their own specialty.
Mr. Good Doctor was undoubtedly a physician specializing in diagnosis. It was perfectly normal for him to lack experience in surgery!
The dozens of Night Doctors immediately gathered around enthusiastically.
One Night Doctor said kindly, "What's the big deal? Mr. Good Doctor, we're all here, and we're all Night Doctors. Go ahead and operate. If there's anything you need help with, we'll guide you together. Don't worry!"
The dozens of Night Doctors around him all nodded