Blood splattered across Professor Kurokawa's face, but his expression remained blank and indifferent.
The hand Professor Kurokawa had used to wield a scalpel, heal the sick, and save countless lives was now thrust into the patient's abdomen, stirring incessantly.
In the dim, yellowish ward, the doctor in a white coat wore an icy expression as he turned over the patient's internal organs with his bare hand.
Anyone who saw this scene without knowing the circumstances would have thought they had walked onto the set of a horror film.
"Urgh-Professor Kurokawa, what are you doing!? Stop!"
Doctor Satomi felt his stomach turn and could not help dry-heaving.
Removing a tumor with his bare hand?
This was not saving someone. It was murder!
In his memories, Professor Kurokawa had always been a refined, cultured man with a sense of humor. Now, devoid of compassion, he looked like a cold-blooded killer such as Professor Hannibal.
Was this really Professor Kurokawa?
Or had the Professor Kurokawa who returned from the underworld ceased to be the renowned professor who saved lives, becoming a vengeful ghost who killed instead?
Professor Kurokawa's face was deathly pale. He ignored Doctor Satomi's words, veins bulging in his cheeks as his white eyes stared intently at Miss Ebina's abdomen, as though searching for something.
Countless thoughts raced through Doctor Satomi's mind in an instant. He believed he had a duty to stop this utterly absurd operation, even if it meant stopping his deceased teacher.
Yet after those eerie white eyes swept over him, Doctor Satomi trembled all over, his limbs refusing to obey as he stood frozen in place.
Damn it!
Damn it!
If Professor Kurokawa's ghost kept doing this to Miss Ebina, she might not survive the night.
*Damn it, move, body! I have to stop my teacher from