CHAPTER 234: NO NEED TO BE LIKE HIM

The Night Doctor chief examiner trembled as he stared at the rusty chainsaw in his hand, clearly capable of causing a tenth-degree tetanus wound, and asked, "Where did you get that thing?!"

Lynn answered seriously, "I dug it out from the corner of that room. I tried it and it works, so I brought it out."

The Night Doctor chief examiner exclaimed in shock, "Are you sure you want to use that thing to operate on your senior?!"

Behind them, the patient lying on bed number four was deathly pale, cold sweat soaking his pillow in sheets, his little finger trembling like an epileptic seizure.

Lynn adjusted his monocle and said solemnly, "Reporting, Instructor! A true Night Doctor must be able to save lives with whatever tools are available in any environment!"

"Rest assured, Instructor! Chainsaw thoracotomy is one of my specialty skills! I will definitely perform your operation exceptionally well!"

Lynn snapped to attention and barked.

He was full of vigor and fighting spirit.

The chainsaw in his hand sputtered black smoke.

No matter how you looked at it, he appeared to be an exceptionally hot-blooded young man.

The Night Doctor chief examiner took a deep breath and said, "You are confident and courageous in challenging yourself, and that is commendable, but there is one thing I must tell you…"

"This operation is neither a thoracotomy nor a radical procedure;

it is only a minimally invasive surgery."

"And the patient you are responsible for only has spores on the prostate with diameters less than half a centimeter. Are you certain you want to operate on him with such a big tool?!"

The chief examiner shouted sternly.

Bed number four's patient swallowed, eyes filled with fear and hope as he stared at Lynn. Clearly, he did not want to be operated on with that tool.

All the other patients around them grinned with schadenfreude.

Lynn thought for a moment, straightened his chest, lifted his head, and shouted, "Reporting, Instructor! You said a true Night Doctor must be proficient in using any tool to save lives!"

"In extreme circumstances, we may not have many tools to choose from, so I believe that using a chainsaw for minimally invasive procedures is also a skill Night Doctors must master!"

"We must never abandon our patients simply because we lack the ideal tools! That would be extremely irresponsible! When necessary, don't say chainsaws — even if a meat grinder can work, use it! If there's no opportunity, create one and go!"

"That is all, Commander!"

When he finished speaking, the chief examiner was stunned.

Damn, that speech actually makes people feel fired up!

Using a meat grinder if needed! Creating opportunities when none exist! Isn't that exactly the quality a Night Doctor needs?!

Exactly!

When things get extreme, who has time to pick and choose?!

Maybe I was thinking too small!

[Ping! Night Doctor chief examiner's Affinity with you +10]

[Ping! Your reputation within the Night Doctor faction +1]

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the remaining nine students, and barked, "Did you hear that? This is what 'professional' looks like!"

"Now look at what each of you brought?!"

"Blades, kitchen knives, bone saws — open up your thinking!"

The examiner smacked his temple with both hands, furious, and pointed as he commanded, "Go back and get new tools! Align yourselves with this number four student! Understood?! Move!" ṙäꞐò𝐛Е𝓢

"Yes!" the crowd shouted.

Seeing this, the other patients who had been gloating over bed number four suddenly looked terrified.

What does this have to do with us?! He's using a chainsaw;

fine, but you can't just adopt his standard because you think he's right! This is an unjust disaster!

Two minutes later, the other nine students returned solemnly.

The chief examiner inspected the tools in their hands and nodded in satisfaction.

The trial hall filled with the whirring clanks of various machines.

Thick smoke rolled.

All the patients were terrified.

[Rusty cutting machine] [Broken electric drill] [Angle grinder]...

Even more absurd, someone brought a hand-cranked metal fan.

Look aligned...

They truly were all aligning with number four...

They all felt that today's coins weren't as easy to earn as before!

"Any more questions?!" the chief examiner shouted.

"None!" everyone yelled.

The chief examiner checked his watch and barked, "Good! You have half an hour to perform the operations. You must finish within thirty minutes. Anyone who exceeds thirty minutes is immediately eliminated!"

"If you understand, begin!"

At the examiner's order, the ten students gritted their teeth, lifted their smoking tools, and, like fearless warriors, charged toward their patients.

"(ΩДΩ) Waaah!!"

All the patients kept inching back, faces pale. Although they were Night Doctors too, this formation made even them shiver in fear!

Because these ten were not professionally trained doctors like them.

If one of them made a mistake, it would be hard to deal with!

...

In front of bed number four.

The patient in bed number four trembled, clutching the sheets with shaking hands, and said, "(.;

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:益:;

ﾟ;

.) Little brother, how about we make a deal? You put down that chainsaw and pretend to go through the motions, I'll perform the prostate surgery myself, and I'll give you full marks—how about that?"

Lynn looked at the patient calmly and seriously, saying, "Senior, do not worry. I'm different from the others. I am a very professional chainsaw specialist. Patients who have survived under my hands have given me high praise and recognition."

"So far, my positive feedback rate remains at one hundred percent."

He adjusted his monocle.

Those earnest eyes seemed to say, Trust me.

I am a White-robed Angel.

It's fine.

I'm very professional.

The number four patient lay there dumbfounded, swallowing instinctively.

Maybe this person is actually reliable...

Maybe just once... trust him?

Some people do seem more skilled with unusual tools;

perhaps this young man is a miracle doctor in that area...

He took a deep breath and started to say, "Um... in that case, you—"

But before he could finish, splat.

A spray of blood shot over from the neighboring bed and hit his face.

"Someone help!! Someone!! (ΩДΩ)!! That bastard just sawed my major artery!! Stop the bleeding! Stop the bleeding!!"

The number four patient instantly freaked out.