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Chapter 212 - You're Sick and Need to Be Cured

He crouched in front of the trembling guard and stretched out his sharp fingernails and tapped on his forehead.

"Your wounds are obvious, and besides, there's a hidden tumor inside your skull. It makes you tired and irritable. You were once injured by werewolves, and the curse has already started to spread in your body, but you haven't discovered it yet."

As soon as these words came out, the guard's face changed drastically.

"You're sick and need to be cured."

Sizzle—

Before the guard could say a word, the finger that was tapping on his forehead slowly pierced into his skull, and scarlet blood gushed out.

A shrill scream.

But from under the beak mask of the Night Healer, strands of white fog sprayed out instantly, making him quickly calm down.

"Pain is the proof that you're alive. Experience it with peace of mind, and you'll be cured."

Under the pale gazes of the people around, his skull was split open from the forehead by the Night Healer's finger with a crash.

Billowing hot air rose from his brain.

The finger flicked gently.

The brain was moved aside, and the tumor, which was only as small as a little finger as he said, was found.

He cut the tumor off extremely skillfully and applied some potion to assist. There were no unnecessary movements, and a perfect craniotomy was completed.

Ryan was stunned.

Perfect!

Excellent!

It was simply impeccable!

Sure enough, what the teacher said was right. The Night Healer was definitely the most skilled medical organization in this dark world.

He didn't even use a knife.

Just with a few ingenious steps, he completed a perfect craniotomy!

Click click—

The two sides of the skull were slowly closed.

Silver-white thin threads, like mites, quickly climbed and spread on his scalp extremely skillfully, and the skull was perfectly sewn together again.

Then.

His eyes fell on his right foot.

Slash—

With a move of his finger.

The entire trouser leg and shoe of the guard were instantly split in two.

And immediately, the dense black werewolf fur was exposed.

Seeing this scene, the town chief's expression also changed greatly.

"The curse hasn't spread completely. The divine power is in your body, restraining the werewolf curse from further invading you, but the dark world has already marked you with doom."

"You need to be cured."

Pfft—

A flash of blood passed by.

The guard's left leg was instantly cut off.

A scream that rang through the sky.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the werewolf fur on his left foot was quickly removed, revealing a festering wound on the instep of his foot. Obviously, that was where he was infected with the curse.

Swish swish swish—

The festering wound was quickly cut off.

The Night Healer stretched out his sharp finger and quickly engraved a very complex rune on the wound. With the flickering of the rune, it seeped into his wound.

And surprisingly.

The deformed left foot quickly transformed and finally became a living human foot.

But then, a terrifying scene appeared.

The Night Healer actually took out a scalpel from his waistband and cut that foot into pieces one by one in front of everyone.

Everyone's San value dropped crazily.

Then Ryan saw that the Night Healer took out a bottle of white, bone-like liquid from his arms and evenly smeared it on each piece of broken flesh, blood, and bone.

[The Mercy of the Self-Bound Angel]!

Ryan recognized that epic-level potion at a glance.

Then.

Under the quick sewing of the Night Healer, the left foot was restored to its integrity again by sewing.

It seemed unnecessary, but obviously, it must be related to the curse mark mentioned by the Night Healer.

"You've been cured."

The pale face of the guard was calmly reflected in the lenses of the beak mask.

Then.

He turned his head, and his eyes fell on Ryan, who was clearly a bit out of place among those around him.

Their eyes met.

"..."

"..."

There was a brief silence.

"Colleague?" The Night Healer asked hesitantly.

Ryan adjusted his monocle, smiled politely and said, "Colleague."

He narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly stretched out his sharp hand and pressed it on Ryan's pulse.

In an instant.

His fingers vibrated slightly.

Then he stared deeply at Ryan and said, "This colleague, you're seriously ill."

Ryan smiled seriously and said, "How so?"

The Night Healer frowned and said, "Your body has experienced abnormal and severe mutations. A mysterious consciousness has emerged in your left hand. Your flesh and blood genes are extremely distorted. There are severe after-effects of drug use. Your body has undergone a major transformation. Your heart isn't your original one. There's an abnormal curse in your body. You're also a bit mentally ill..."

The Night Healer stared deeply at him.

"There are even traces of evil spirits remaining on your... um... private parts!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was shocked all over and looked at Ryan, who had a smile on his face, in astonishment.

The Night Healer narrowed his eyes and said, "You're the first patient I've ever seen who has stuffed mutations, curses, evil spirits, parasites, and flesh and blood transformations all into one body. You're not just seriously ill..."

"You're like a human squeezed out of diseases."

Ryan closed his eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm really impressed to receive such a professional comment from a Night Healer."

Then he opened his eyes and smiled, saying,

"I know the code of conduct of your Night Healer. To be honest, I came here this time to seek an opportunity to join you."

As soon as these words came out, the town chief and the others behind him all trembled.

He actually said it!

Didn't he give up that idea after seeing the terrifying "treatment" of the Night Healer before?

The Night Healer had a calm look in his eyes and looked down at him indifferently, saying,

"Oh? What abilities do you think you have that make you think you can join us?"

Ryan raised his head and smiled, saying,

"I can learn other abilities, but there's one ability that I think I'm no worse than you, or rather, I should be even better."

He adjusted his monocle, polite and confident with a smile.

The Night Healer narrowed his eyes, and Ryan's face was reflected in the lenses of his mask, saying,

"Oh? What is it?"

Ryan smiled and said, "Diagnostic ability."

Buzz—

The surroundings instantly became silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared in horror at the young man who dared to compete with the Night Healer.

After a long time.

The Night Healer narrowed his eyes and said, "Diagnosis? Are you joking?"

Ryan smiled and said, "No, I'm not joking. In fact, when you touched my wrist just now, I diagnosed some diseases on you, and there are quite a few."

"You're as sick as I am."

The Night Healer instantly felt greatly insulted and angry.

But he didn't get angry.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged in front of Ryan.

"Really? I'm curious. My whole set of equipment perfectly isolates me from the outside world. I'd like to hear how you diagnosed me and where I'm sick."

His eyes became a bit dangerous.

Ryan curled the corner of his mouth and said, "My diagnostic method is very simple. As long as we've had contact and I'm willing, I can diagnose all the diseases on you."

As soon as these words came out, a sneer immediately came from under the Night Healer's mask.

Obviously, he thought his statement was extremely absurd.

"Don't rush. Let's start with a few minor ones first."

Ryan picked up his notebook and wrote down quickly with a quill pen.

"Have you felt any discomfort in your stomach recently?"

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