He moved his Adam's apple, about to speak.

Sput—

A spray of urine from the adjacent bed number five splashed all over his face.

"The tumor is on the left!! On the left! (Out of breath) You sawed my bladder!! Not the tumor!!"

【Ding! SAN -5】

Patient number four (((;

꒪ꈊ꒪;

))) clamped his legs together, curled up like an innocent little lamb hugging his shoulders as he lay there.

He didn’t even dare to turn his head to look at the other patients.

Because he was afraid he couldn't handle the pressure.

He moved his lips blankly and said, "Little brother, I think... how about I just give you a perfect score, the two of us..."

Buzz—buzz—

Lynn, who had already removed the rust from the saw, suddenly revved the chainsaw. With a serious expression, he rose slowly from the bedside.

【Ding! Patient Four SAN -5】

"I'm not doing this! I'm not doing this!"

Patient number four (ΩДΩ) grabbed his head and scrambled up, turning to crawl off the bed.

"I don't want the money! Whoever wants it can have it, as for me—"

But he hadn't crawled a few steps.

(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)...

Lynn shoved an anesthetic injection into his butt.

He pinned the struggling patient down by the back of the neck, calmly waited for the anesthetic to spread, then swiftly carried him back onto the bed.

He then expertly and efficiently tore off the sheet and lashed the patient's limbs firmly to the four corners of the bed.

Patient number four mumbled as the anesthetic spread, saying:

"I don't want to do this..."

Lynn calmly finished binding him, pulled open his clothing, put on gloves, moved his flaccid member aside, and the monocle flashed with a ding.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

Lynn coldly flexed his neck and said:

"Colorectal and prostate work are child’s play for me, and you saw it yourselves, they didn't even give their patient anesthesia, which is just irresponsible."

"Although I know Night Doctor doesn't have the habit of using anesthesia—honestly I didn't either at first—but later I discovered anesthesia is indeed a good thing because it prevents patients from moving around."

"That's the best use of anesthesia!"

Lynn's expression was serious and very professional.

Patient number four lay there, feeling hopeless, but hearing Lynn’s words he actually felt a sliver of comfort.

That's right...

Though pain is indeed a good wake-up call.

Still, giving anesthesia is better than not giving it;

that at least soothes the patient's fragile mind a little.

It seems this trainee number four is indeed professional;

maybe he really can...

"I'm starting!"

Sput—

The sound of the chainsaw biting into flesh.

(ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)——

Wait!!

Hold on!!

He should have been given anesthesia, right?! He should have! It can't be wrong, right!

So why does it still hurt this much when it goes in!

(ΩДΩ)!!

It hurts like hell!

He opened his mouth, trying hard to cry out, but as the anesthetic spread his tongue gradually went numb and he couldn't make a sound.

He trembled and dropped his head, watching Lynn use the roaring chainsaw on his body.

He even had a delusion.

What if his thing suddenly slipped onto the saw and shattered into flying fragments.

This is a philosophical problem!

A mathematical problem!

And he finally (.;

ﾟ;

:益:;

ﾟ;

.) understood why Lynn didn't emphasize anesthesia's painkilling effect but instead emphasized that it "keeps patients from moving around"...

Because...

He seemed able to ignore the anesthetic's resistance to pain!!

He twitched, mouth agape, the whites of his eyes rolling like an epileptic seizure, and foam bubbled from his lips with occasional gurgles.

But he couldn't move! He simply couldn't!

There are few things more agonizing in the world than this!

【Ding! Chainsaw Proficiency +1】

System prompts kept chiming in his ear. Lynn stared seriously at the few-centimeter-diameter prostate, and sure enough, just like the examiner said, the prostate was covered densely with spores.

And for a massive tool like a chainsaw,

performing precise surgery on such a tiny organ is indeed extremely difficult.

Because if you slip even slightly, you can damage the patient's other organs and tissues.

Even...

if you tremble just a bit.

Lynn glanced down.

You might inadvertently turn the patient into a cute girl...

At that moment, Lynn's expression became unusually focused because, honestly, it was also his first time using a chainsaw on such a small organ.

This was a huge test for him as well.

He tightened his grip on the chainsaw.

Closed his eyes.

Recalling what his Teacher had told him.

"Concentrate your spirit, feel every vibration of the chainsaw, master its rhythm, regulate your breathing and heartbeat, pour your whole being into it. Only when the man contains the saw, and the saw contains the man, can you reach the realm of man-saw fusion!"

"And you mustn't treat your patient as just a patient. Treat him like a finely carved work of art! Like a lover starving for your attention! Only then can you be utterly focused! Only then can you be free of distractions! Only then can you reach man-saw fusion!"

In an instant,

Lynn snapped his eyes open, his pupils constricted.

And in his gaze, the patient on the bed was no longer patient number four but a flushed-faced, intoxicated, raven-haired little girl desperate for feeding!

In that split second, Lynn’s eyes sharpened, and the chainsaw in his hand flashed and sliced through the air.

Hum—

Under that wide, sweeping motion of the chainsaw,

the blade precisely cut through the spores on patient number four’s prostate, removing each spore without error.

The nine trainees nearby who were also operating on patients were instantly drawn to the scene.

They stared in shock at Lynn's chainsaw frenzy.

"Fast! So fast!"

And not only fast!

But precise!

They could even clearly see the spores, less than half a finger in size, being accurately cut free and falling onto the surgical tray.

The enormous, roaring chainsaw in his hand moved as nimbly as an embroidery needle.

Every time it seemed the sharp blade would slice the patient's bladder or sever that thing, the blade would slip by with millimeter-level precision.

They were stunned.

For a moment, they were completely captivated by the dazzling saw technique.

The tremor of spores and bladder, the piercing whine of the chainsaw, and the rolling black smoke wove together into something beautifully like a postmodern punk oil painting.

So skilled!

So powerful!

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

In less than two minutes,

the spores on the prostate were perfectly removed by the precise chainsaw. The saw whirled over a dozen times in his hand, then with a snap it stuck into the floor.

Lynn slapped the table sternly.

The strong healing ointment jar on the table sprang open. As powder scattered, he elegantly pinched some between three fingers.

The light white powder slid down his arm under his indifferent gaze, landing smoothly and precisely onto patient number four’s prostate, grain by grain.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

A sizzling sound of healing rose.

White vapor puffed from patient number four’s prostate, like the final flourish on a delicately prepared dish!

A light touch!

Springy and silky smooth!