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After the teacher's wife opened the door, she directed the first injured person to come in.

"Please, demon..."

With a blood-stained beard, fierce eyes, and tattoos all over his body, this man revealed his terrifying side.

But even someone like him, when lying on the operating table, still politely uttered words that didn't match his appearance.

The degree of his politeness was completely different from his appearance.

To the teacher, the injured person on the operating table, with muscles that seemed unreal, was just someone waiting to be saved.

The short teacher jumped onto the chair prepared by the teacher's wife and instantly became as tall as Cyclone.

"Shut your mouth."

The teacher is still the teacher, whether wearing a mask or not, his words were not polite.

With the demon mask on, both the teacher and the teacher's wife looked at the injured person like two demons.

How would this terrifying scene look in the eyes of the injured?

It began...

"Anesthesia."

While instructing the tattooed giant to be quiet, the teacher also signaled Alice to administer the anesthesia.

At the same time, in just an instant, the teacher looked at Cyclone.

Without speaking, the look already conveyed the most important message.

Kid, can you keep up?

Even though Cyclone couldn't see the face or mouth of the teacher, he could still sense his words and the smile on his lips from his eyes.

"Surgery commencing."

First, the wound was cleaned, and then it was sutured.

One stitch at a time, not too deep, the wound quickly aligned and closed on both sides.

Cyclone had no room to intervene, as the teacher's wife handed the teacher the tools he needed, and he quickly accepted them.

When working with Dudu, because Dudu couldn't act, everything had to be done by Cyclone alone.

With only Cyclone present, there was no room for comparison of speed or skill.

Cyclone knew that his speed and proficiency were definitely not up to par with the teacher's, and seeing it up close now, he understood even more how much of a novice he was.

Quickly!

Cyclone was fascinated, but it was a fleeting moment.

The suturing was already completed.

"Done, onto the other side... this one just needs to be bandaged."

Just a glance at the wound area was enough to understand the situation without even needing to clean the blood.

After making a decision, the teacher looked at Cyclone.

"What's wrong? Did you see clearly?"

With that, the bandaging was already done.

"..."

Looking into Cyclone's eyes, the teacher already understood.

"You don't think that doing two minor surgeries makes you a doctor, do you?"

No, Cyclone never thought so.

"Suturing is just the most basic of basics, no, even beginners can master it. Even a novice in sewing skills could do it, let alone bandaging.”

Wearing the mask, he was truly blunt with his words.

But even being belittled like this, Cyclone felt no shame, only a genuine admiration.

He's amazing, this person, truly amazing!!

"Next is to bandage those idiots with minor injuries."

Under the comical mask, the master probably saw through Cyclone's expression. Cyclone had a childish, innocent, and excited smile.

"Yes!"

After bandaging up one, the operating table was ready as well.

"Just one?! Kid, you're too slow!"

"Tch! I'll surpass you soon!!"

"..."

As Cyclone suddenly retorted, the master was momentarily stunned.

Was there more than just admiration in this kid's eyes?

One day, I will definitely surpass this man!

The masks hid their thoughts but bound their relationship even closer.

No words were needed, just eye contact was enough.

Cyclone, who never pursued anything, except indulging with his women, now had a goal a path that had never existed before.

Due to yearning for someone, he pursued the "heart" of that person.

After witnessing several demonically skilled surgeries, Cyclone decided to carry this "heart" and continue walking on this path.

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