But just then...
A deep voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Anyone here? What's going on inside? I found some documents on the street outside the square, with your director's name on them. Did Director Cola lose them?"
The next moment...
Another Night Doctor wearing a Plague Doctor Mask passed straight through the wall, a stack of documents in his hand. The lenses of his mask immediately reflected the Night Doctors gathered in the hall, watching the proceedings.
The Night Doctors froze, then turned to look.
"The director's documents? Isn't he still with the Matriarch?"
The newcomer surveyed the gruesome scene inside the hall, which looked like a dismemberment site. He paused, then shook his head.
"Director Cola left the Matriarch's place quite a while ago. Hasn't he come back?"
Everyone froze.
Lynn, who had been concentrating on operating, froze as well. He instinctively raised his head.
"Cola?"
Why did that name look so familiar?
It seemed to have appeared once or twice in the system notifications just now...
The newcomer walked over and handed the documents to one of the Night Doctors. Then he glanced around, coughed, and cast them a sidelong look as he asked quietly:
"Isn't your director running a pilot program to improve your public image? Why are you operating in public again?"
One of the Night Doctors took the documents and coughed as well.
"Special circumstances call for special measures. For thousands of years, our tradition has been to treat patients wherever we find them. Having all these rules and restrictions now does feel a little awkward, doesn't it?"
The newcomer had no answer to that.
"Forget it. Your department can handle its own affairs. I've delivered the documents. Take a look and see whether they really belong to your director."
The newcomer wiped