Chapter 342 Wouldn’t the dean be furious if he knew?

The night doctors under him are all very powerful surgical experts. In just less than half an hour, they successfully completed the operation and sutured the cursed patients under their hands.

"Fortunately, the hand is not yet raw! The operation was completed very smoothly."

"Although it is a little ugly, no matter what, the curse has been completely suppressed!"

"Ah! Sure enough, it feels very comfortable without so many restrictions!"

The night doctors who had finished the operation all looked at the patients in their hands with comfort and satisfaction.

They quickly asked the nurses to lift the cursed patients in their hands to rest.

They looked around.

Their eyes immediately fell on the old man who was lying on the ground and stripped naked beside Lin En.

The night doctors were stunned.

"Mr. Good Doctor, have you not started the operation yet?"

Lin En touched his chin awkwardly, closed the notebook in his hand, and said:

"I will observe and learn first. I will not hide it from you. Although I am good at diagnosis, I am still a little less experienced in surgery..."

As soon as these words came out, the night doctors looked at each other, and all showed a kind expression on their faces.

Unlike other members of the organization who ridicule others at every turn.

The Night Doctor Organization is famous for its unity and harmony.

In their opinion, Mr. Good Doctor's situation is also very normal.

Because everyone has their own expertise.

Mr. Good Doctor is undoubtedly a doctor who specializes in diagnosis, and it is normal for him to lack experience in surgery!

The dozens of night doctors immediately surrounded him enthusiastically.

A night doctor said kindly: "What's the big deal? Mr. Good Doctor, we are all here, all night doctors, just operate. If there is anything wrong, we will guide you together, just rest assured!"

Dozens of night doctors around nodded enthusiastically.

The old man who was lying on the ground and stripped naked was shocked and heard the voices of his subordinates around him.

Good doctor...

Isn't this the trainee night doctor sent by the mistress to come here for internship? !

Wait a minute...wait a minute!

Could it be that...

Lin En was also moved by this good atmosphere of collectivism.

Is this the spirit of night doctors? It really makes people feel the warmth of a big family all of a sudden!

"Okay! Thank you all!"

Lin En immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a piece of cloth, and solemnly blocked the back of the head and lower body of the old man under him, leaving only his back exposed.

Spirit——

Two sharp metal spikes suddenly extended from his fingers.

Since he could get guidance from dozens of senior night doctors this time, his first attempt at curse suppression surgery would definitely be more effective!

The old dean, who was under anesthesia, was already stiff.

Although he couldn't see behind him.

But after hearing what they said just now, even a fool could tell that they were going to operate on him? !

[Ding! Cole san value -5]

As the prompt sounded, the old dean's eyes were filled with fear.

But it's not right!

It's not right!

What curse do I have? ! I'm fine! I'm your dean!

Then he soon heard the puzzled voices of the night doctors around him.

"Wait a minute, do you feel that the back of this patient is a little familiar? I always feel that his back looks a little like our dean!"

"Dean? Don't be ridiculous. I just contacted the dean half an hour ago. After he finished his visit, he went to report to the mistress. He is probably still in the basement hall of the mistress."

"Yes, if it is really the dean, he would be furious if he knew that we were operating on him?"

"Hahaha!"

Bursts of laughter suddenly came from the surroundings, and the surroundings were filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.

"Don't laugh! Mr. Good Doctor is going to operate, don't interrupt Mr. Good Doctor's concentration!"

The old dean lying on the ground had a red and purple face.

Damn it! Damn it!

These idiots!

Since you all feel familiar, then turn me over and take a look!

And I'm fine! I'm fine!

"Mr. Good Doctor, is the curse in this patient tricky?"

"It's relatively mild. This old man was just touched by an infected person. There are only slight signs of being cursed. I knocked him down right after the contact. It's not a big problem."

"That's good!"

"Then I'm going to start! If there's anything wrong, please give me more advice, seniors!"

As he said that, Lin En calmed down.

In an instant, the operation scene that the mistress taught him emerged in his mind. The sharp metal spikes instantly tore open the flesh and blood on the back of the old man with a clatter.

Old Dean: "!!!"

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It hurts! It hurts!

It hurts like my mother died!

And that kind of pain is really hard to describe, as if it doesn't come from the skin, because it has been anesthetized, but it seems to be the kind of pain that comes directly from the soul.

He has been a night doctor for decades, and the pain test is also perfectly passed.

But at this moment, he seemed to have returned to that summer of that year, when he was sitting in the pain tolerance machine and was tortured madly.

It was as if he was being pressed hard and penetrated by a two-ton flesh and blood man, and the abnormal pain!

This person...

He...

Does he have a passive skill that can cause pain to people? !

0ДQ! !

"No! No! It's crooked. The lines here need to be adjusted, and the lines there need to be changed. If there is a mistake in drawing, even if the operation is completed, there is no way to suppress the curse!"

"Okay! Then I'll heal it and then I'll change it!"

"And the pattern next to it, when you carve it, you should go deep and easy, go in one by one, and you can't stab it all at once, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced!"

"So that's it! I know!"

Behind him, dozens of night doctors surrounded him warmly, giving enthusiastic and professional guidance to the focused Lin En.

Under him, the old dean was gurgling and spitting white foam, and the whites of his eyes kept rolling up.

At this moment.

He felt like a little white mouse being watched by others for an experiment.

Poke here.

Bump there.

Then stab it in one by one.

And the night doctor's anesthetic is famously powerful in the entire dark world.

He was not only pierced with one needle.

He knew that he might become the first director in history to be forced to undergo surgery by his subordinates!

He opened his mouth, trembling, feeling aggrieved, and foaming at the mouth, like an old loli who had no way to resist and could only lie down and be arbitrarily treated.

This humiliation...

This discomfort...