Seven Brown, hearing this, was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, "You're a doctor?"
His recent brutal werewolf form, didn't seem remotely doctor-like.
Leonard Churchill didn't explain much: "I'm kind of like a medical intern."
The extreme pain in his abdomen had already made Seven Brown unable to speak. He clenched his teeth and managed to utter one word: "Okay."
If not tried, death was certain.
If attempted, there might still be a shred of hope.
Given the green light, Leonard Churchill took out his surgical tools.
After disinfecting the skin, he once again touched Seven Brown's abdomen, determining its position, and said, "The bug has crawled under your right ribs. I need to cut open your clothes."
Seven Brown calmly responded: "Go ahead."
Without any hesitation, Leonard cut open Seven Brown's close-fitting undershirt.
With one cut, her chest was fully exposed.
In the sight was a swath of fair and delicate skin.
