A dozen or so minutes later.
Lynn sat solemnly in his wheelchair, clutching the pouch of 200 Skeleton Coins he had just been given. He adjusted his Monocle and closed his eyes.
"The treatment just now might have been a little intense, but that was mainly because this is Hell. For dangerous patients, we have to use physical anesthesia like that to make them cooperate. After all, as you know, if a patient refuses to cooperate with their doctor's treatment, even the best doctor has no chance to put their skills to use."
Yin Yi stared blankly at the Dark Elf patient lying nearby, his face battered and bruised, looking (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))).
She watched several Night Doctors in white coats come in with a stretcher, expertly perform a series of CPR procedures on him, then lift him onto it and carry him out, one at each end.
As they passed her and Lynn, she faintly heard the patient mumbling.
"I only had a cold... and you scheduled me for surgery to cut me open... There really wasn't anything seriously wrong with me... Why won't you believe me...?"
"Believe me... please believe me (trembling)..."
Yin Yi stood frozen, her expression (꒪Д꒪).
She watched the mumbling patient get carried out on the stretcher.
Something was wrong!
Why did something about this feel so wrong...?
Were they really paragons of morality in Hell, like Mr. Lynn said...? Why did they seem more like unscrupulous doctors in some shady sweatshop...? Were they really saving people...?
Lynn watched them leave with admiration and exclaimed:
"What responsible, dedicated doctors! Yin Yi, make sure you write this down in your little notebook. Once you become a Night Doctor, you must handle every patient in your care with that same conscientious attitude! Because they're all full of love! You