CHAPTER 216: EXPLOSIVE ATHLETE’S FOOT!

Witnessing this scene, the three Night Doctors immediately clenched their teeth, reached out, and grabbed the feathers on Raven's back.

The three nodded at each other with determined gazes.

The next moment.

Rip—

"Caw—"

A pained, sudden, and panicked cry erupted.

Raven spread his arms wide, his entire body reacting instinctively to the unexpected and violent plucking.

Because for Crow People and birds alike, feather plucking is simply an indescribable form of torture.

Raven trembled.

But he didn't lose his composure. He quickly gritted his teeth, snatched off his plague doctor mask, revealing a bizarre face that combined human and crow features of a Crow Person.

Gulp gulp—

He rapidly drank a bottle of specialized medicine that suppressed the [Hirudo] virus.

Gritting his teeth, he turned and said, "Quickly get the external medication from my medical kit, now!"

"Yes!"

The three Night Doctors displayed excellent medical professionalism in that moment, swiftly retrieving medications and syringes, placing Raven on a bench and exposing his back.

One of the Night Doctors said through clenched teeth, "Mr. Raven, the situation is urgent, we need to begin now. Please endure it."

Squish squish squish—

Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding townspeople, that Night Doctor took an injection syringe and, with unimaginable speed, repeatedly jabbed it into Raven's back, injecting dose after dose of antiviral medication.

"Sir! We need to further remove your feathers, please bear with it!"

"Wait!"

Rip rip rip—

The three Night Doctors, gritting their teeth, worked in coordinated division of labor behind Raven—who was frantically grabbing his own head while continuously convulsing—and began further cleanup work. ŕäＮꝊβЁṢ

For a moment, feathers flew everywhere.

It was like arriving at a chicken slaughtering scene, with large quantities of feathers swishing and flying out chaotically.

But Raven was Raven after all. Even when it came to something like feather plucking, he possessed extremely outstanding pain tolerance. He bit down hard on his own glove, laboriously raised his head, and looked at Lynn with furious exasperation:

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

"Even if my hair follicles really contained residual toxins from the [Hirudo] virus, why would it erupt exactly when you were diagnosing me, when it never happened before?!"

"Did you curse me?!"

Lynn looked seriously at Raven, who was being pinned down on the bench for plucking, adjusted his glasses, and stated firmly:

"Sir, I can swear to heaven, it absolutely wasn't my doing. This really is a hidden illness I diagnosed within your body."

"Because I'm here to join the Night Doctors, not to cause trouble. If I really did something to you, what would I gain from it?"

"There's no benefit for me at all."

Raven endured the pain of the plucking on his back, clenching his teeth tightly.

But thinking about it carefully.

What he said did make some sense.

Moreover, when he touched me, there really were no signs of any curse or plague invading my body.

Could it be...

This really is just a coincidence?

Sweating profusely, he gritted his teeth and said, "I acknowledge your diagnostic ability. There shouldn't be any other symptoms on me, right?"

Lynn was startled, then pleased, saying, "How did you know there are other illnesses?"

Buzz—

Raven's eyes went vacant.

Lynn raised the notebook in his hand, pointing at the diseases listed on it, and said seriously, "Yes, and not only are there more, there are many."

"Because too many were diagnosed, I specially wrote a medical report for you."

Then, under Raven's vacant stare.

Lynn, wearing his white coat, adjusted his glasses, stood up seriously, walked over to the feather-plucked Raven, and read aloud:

"The third disease I diagnosed for you is a chronic brain disorder, commonly known as 'epilepsy.' The fatality rate isn't high. It mainly manifests as intermittent body convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and dilated pupils. It's more likely to occur suddenly under strong stimulation."

Lynn stated calmly:

"We generally call it: epilepsy."

Raven: "(((;

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)))"

A drop of cold sweat.

Plop—fell from his forehead onto the ground.

Impossible.

This is definitely impossible!

Although my body has often been used as a test subject for viruses by myself, a disease like epilepsy absolutely couldn't appear on me.

If it really existed,

why hadn't I noticed it before?

And since it's said to be sudden and intermittent, why have I never had an episode?

So it must be this kid...

"Sir! Please endure it, we're going to pluck your feathers now!"

Urgent voices came from behind from the three Night Doctors.

The next moment.

Rip—

(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—

That intense and sudden pulling pain made Raven jerk his head up, his eyeballs rolling back violently, his left hand suddenly forming a "six" gesture, his right hand convulsing into a "one."

His body instantly stiffened rigidly straight, and he began foaming at the mouth with gurgling sounds.

"(ΩДΩ) Waaahhh!! Boss!!"

Something's wrong! Something's wrong!

They only plucked a few feathers from the boss's butt, so why is the boss reacting so violently!

The townspeople dozens of meters away all stared with shocked, wide-open mouths.

Because this was the first time they had seen the mysterious and eerie Night Doctors being diagnosed in such a state by someone.

"This... this... Mayor..."

A young man said with a pale face:

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Why do I keep feeling that Doctor Lynn seems even more bizarre than the Night Doctors!"

The Mayor vigorously wiped the cold sweat from his head, saying:

"It must be an illusion. Think about it, wasn't Kallen treated very well by Doctor Lynn?"

At the table.

The three Night Doctors were flustered and urgently caring for the (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— convulsing and spasming Raven, so anxious they were about to crack.

Lynn adjusted his glasses, thoughtfully looking at the medical record book, and said:

"Um... although I know now might not be the best time, I should still mention the fourth disease I diagnosed. This one isn't very serious—I originally wanted to cross it out, but then I felt that wouldn't be very professional, so..."

"Quick!"

One of the Night Doctors urgently pressed down on their convulsing boss Raven, saying:

"Take off the boss's boots, massage the soles! This can quickly relieve the boss's symptoms!"

Another Night Doctor immediately rushed to Raven's feet, gritted his teeth, quickly untied the shoelaces, and was about to pull the boots off.

And just at that moment, Lynn thoughtfully adjusted his glasses and said:

"The fourth disease is..."

Rip—

Simultaneously.

That Night Doctor pulled off both of Raven's boots.

And the instant the boots came off.

Whoosh—

An explosively intense foot odor, like a poison gas bomb, whooshed and blasted that Night Doctor flying over ten meters away.

"(ΩДΩ) Waaahhh!"

Because he hadn't anticipated this, his plague doctor gas mask wasn't activated. At such close range impact, that intense foot odor rushed straight into his mask.

Whoosh—

It was like being instantly bathed in biogas that had been continuously fermenting.

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This...

This smell...

His body was heavily slammed down over ten meters away.

Everyone (((;

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)))!!

Lynn took out a clip to pinch his nose, adjusted his monocle, and said:

"Explosive foot odor. Since the smell is quite pungent, I don't recommend displaying it in crowded places."