Doctor? He's Clearly Creepy!

High-end "happiness" often only needs to be made in the simplest way.

Dr. Lin found the nozzle and pressed it lightly.

The thick and mellow alcohol turned into a mist, like seeing first love, scrambling to land on the fresh pink flesh.

In an instant, like Mars hitting the earth, a "love" like a big bang occurred between the two, and the incredible chemical reaction made the tender new meat more attractive.

The witcher, who was foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes, was instantly placed in a very magical atmosphere, and he let out a howl of "happiness":

"Fuck!!!!"

"Fuck f*ck!!!"

Under the impact of this magical feeling, the witcher's nerves became extremely sharp.

He could clearly feel the strange feeling from the wound, the corrosion of salt water, the burning pain, and the stimulation of alcohol.

And he seems to have never experienced this kind of layered "happiness", his excited toes burst his shoes and buckled together.

"I... I'm not treating anymore! Let me go! Let me go!"

The witcher wanted to stand up and escape from the black shop, but the wave after wave of "happiness" hit his nerves, making his legs go soft and he slumped to the ground.

But even so, he still twisted his body, trying to escape.

So evil!

He now finally knew why a human teenager dared to open a clinic alone in a dark world full of strange creatures.

Because he is such a horrible and weird doctor himself!

This kind of treatment...he didn't want to recall it for the rest of his life.

dead! dead!

The big deal is to die outside, which is more enjoyable.

If the treatment goes on, then life is better than death!

"Hey, guest, don't go, the operation is only the last step left, how can you give up halfway?"

Lin Yi watched the boiled duck...Bah, the injured patient was about to leave. He was in a hurry and dragged him back to the clinic by pulling his pants.

Feeling the threat of life, the witcher also exploded his potential, pulled out the silver sword from his waist and placed it on Lin Yi's neck: "Fuck you (beep) a (beep), I (beep) a (beep) Beep), believe it or not, I killed you!"

"How can you scold people?" Lin Yi was displeased, "I'm saving you, it's okay if you don't appreciate it, and it's too white-eyed to draw a knife to face each other."

"Save me? Are you saving me?!"

Holding the silver sword tremblingly, the witcher roared in a weeping voice: "That salt water, that knife, that alcohol... It hurts me to death, so why don't you call me to save me?"

"Um...why not?"

Lin Yi propped up the monocle with the back of his hand, and his face was serious: "Salt water is used to clean wounds, knives are used to expel decay, dead flesh contaminated by the power of the curse, and alcohol is used to disinfect. Is there a problem?"

"No problem! And very professional!"

"So where is the problem?"

Lin Yi stared straight at the witcher, and a light flashed through the monocle with a ding: "It's on you!"

"Guest, think about it from another angle. If you were given anesthesia in advance, would you still think there would be any problems with these processes?"

"Can you not only feel no pain, but also manage the wound smoothly?"

"So, if there is a problem, you must first find the problem from others... Bah, first find the problem from yourself!"

"Do you think it makes sense?"

Witcher: ? ? ?

What are you saying is so reasonable? There is absolutely no reason to object.

So this is what I asked for?

but……

Why do I feel like you did it on purpose? ! !

Finding out that the problem wasn't from himself, Lin Yi also came to the rescue, a silver sword that snatched away the witcher.

"I said,

Today will definitely let you walk out of the clinic intact, so before the operation is over, you don't want to run away, I will stitch you now! "

With that said, Lin Yi fished out a three-inch long steel nail from the alcohol on the counter.

[Witcher san value -10]

"Don't...wait...I'm going to get anesthesia!"

The witcher shouted in horror.

Lin Yi sat on top of him, holding a steel nail, the tip of the needle glowed with a cold light under the dim light.

"Guest, it's just the last step. It's too wasteful to take anesthesia now."

"And... our clinic has no anesthesia for the time being."

Witcher: ? ? ?

What? He said the clinic doesn't have anesthesia?

So from the very beginning, why do you ask yourself whether to take anesthesia or not?

Isn't that the problem with him?

puff-

It's a pity that Lin Yi didn't give him a chance to react. The three-inch-long steel nail pierced directly into the flesh and started stitching.

"Ahhhh (#\u003eд\u003c)?!!!"

Witcher: X﹏X

...

After ten minutes.

Lin Yi cut the hemp rope, looked at his masterpiece, and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The witcher slumped to the ground, foaming at the mouth, the whites of his eyes rolled up to the point where he could barely see, and the muscles on his body twitched from time to time to test whether his master was hiccupping.

"The surgery was a perfect success."

"Guest, are you satisfied?"

"Guest? Guest...?"

"Hey, don't die!!!"

Lin Yi exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward and shook it, raising his hands to be two big dicks.

...

The witcher had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to his boyhood, when he was still very simple and had a crush on Cuihua from the next village.

Until the black mist came, the ferocious and strange creatures slaughtered the two villages, and the blood flowed into rivers.

Driven by hatred, he became a witcher, devoting himself to the darkness in search of the eerie creatures that slaughtered the village.

Along the way, he doesn't know how many lives and deaths he has experienced, how many strange creatures he has killed, and how much blood he has on his hands!

As the darkness eroded, he slowly lost his humanity and stood on the brink of the abyss of depravity.

Sudden.

As he stared into the abyss of depravity, a young doctor in a white coat and a monocle slowly floated out of the abyss.

With a kind smile on his face, the young doctor asked gently:

"Mighty witcher, what project do you want to experience?"

"Is it salting the wound? Cutting the flesh with a fire knife? Or alcohol disinfection? What about stitching with steel nails?"

Witcher: ! ! !

The witcher who was in a coma suddenly woke up.

The burning pain on his face made his consciousness gradually condense.

In the line of sight, the face that was wearing a professional smile and harmless to humans and animals became clear.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, he picked up the silver sword on the ground, pointed at Lin Yi in horror, and shouted:

"You...don't come here! Don't come here!!!"

At this time, he looked like a frightened lamb.

"Guest, relax, relax."

"The surgery has been done perfectly."

Lin Yi was like coaxing a three-year-old child, his tone was soft, and he was about to hand over a jelly bean.

The witcher gasped, trying to calm himself down.

He glanced down at his chest.

It turned out that the ferocious wound had been stitched up, and it was also thoughtfully tied with a bow.

The nightmare... is it finally over?

Seeing the witcher gradually calm down, Lin Yi whispered:

"This is all scary? Witcher is a profession, don't you put your head on your trousers belt, you will be scared by such a small surgical debridement, or you are too young!"

Witcher: ? ? ?

Why does this sentence sound so familiar? ? ?