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Everything is ready, far away from the bustling areas of Kakarl, Cyclone returned to the sparsely populated place. This is an abandoned warehouse, and the location for this operation is a small room in front of the warehouse rear door. It's quiet here, as it should be.
"So... many people..."
Observing from the dark room, Cyclone discreetly glanced outside the room. Not only were there many people, but each person had varying degrees of injuries. "Is this... the day after the Dragon Festival, and already such a large scene?" Master stood behind Cyclone, observing the guests outside with him. "Is it unusually busy today?" Cyclone questioned the master. "Hmph! The dissidents have already organized themselves, constantly trying to overthrow the regime, occasionally targeting the weak spots of the court..." "Is that so? Is it meaningful?" "Tch! Of course not, the Water Doctrine... is not as weak as you think." "Oh~" "If the Water Doctrine were serious, it wouldn't just be superficial injuries like these..."
As Cyclone and the master discussed, Mother Alice began preparing the operating table and tools that might be used. Unlike the situation with Dudu back then, there were many tools available and well-prepared. "We have quite a few guests tonight." The room was lit, with a glowing magic ball hovering over the operating table. "Listen, we will first attend to a severely injured person who needs urgent medical attention and stitches."
Knowing nothing, Cyclone could only listen to the master's command now. "When it comes to bandaging that person at the end, you only get one chance to get it right! Learn it!" "Just one... chance?" Cold sweat started to form, and Cyclone began to feel the pressure. But for Cyclone, bandaging was not something new. Including previous occasions, there had been at least two experiences. "You've seen enough unfinished business here, there are too many people coming~" With a mischievous smile, the master pointed outside. "So, we need to distribute our time reasonably. After the first surgery is over, Alice will clean up the operating table and prepare for the second operation. During this time, we won't be idle. Each of us will bandage the lightly injured, until the table is ready for the second surgery. Repeat this process until we're done." "Meow?! Meow meow meow?" The master gave a long explanation, and Cyclone couldn't respond immediately. Unable to cope, Cyclone could only act cute, hoping the master would explain again.
"You really... listen carefully!" After the second explanation, Cyclone finally understood. "Oh! So we operate when the table is free and help the lightly injured when it's not available." "Yes."
At that moment, Cyclone turned and looked at the people outside again. "What's wrong? Scared? Hurry up and get ready!" There were many people, and each of them exuded a boss-like aura. Without support, Cyclone never actively provoked them, whether they were petty thieves or gang leaders. This was definitely the rhythm of causing trouble, just like what Cyclone often did.
"How could this be scary?" With his back facing the master, Cyclone took out the mask hidden beneath his clothes.
As he looked at the mask in his hand, his own hand was shaking.
Fear? Indeed, Cyclone's hand was shaking, but he knew that it wasn't out of fear.
Putting on the comical mask he had chosen, a resolute determination shone from beneath the comical eyelids.
Cyclone tightened his gloves and turned around.
"I am ready!"
Nameless, faceless, but Cyclone was well aware that at least in this moment, he was a doctor.
"Alright, let's get started!" As Alice was about to open the door, the master put on his mask, and so did the mistress.
Two demons, one comical, the long Kakarl night continued.
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