Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 135: Destined Savior

The grueling procedure took Lynn an hour to remove all traces of spiritual pollution from the old man's arm. You could distinctively see the skin color had changed from a sickly, dark hue to a healthier, pinkish tone.

Putting aside his tools, he released a long breath. He could feel the exhaustion settling in from the constant concentration, the exertion of his abilities to their limit, and the consumption of his energy reserves.

It was clear to him that if he hadn't already reached the maximum level currently attainable for his class, this treatment alone could have allowed him to level up multiple times.

Outside the room, Alfred paced back and forth impatiently. The muffled sounds of the operation being performed only heightened his anxiety. Time appeared to crawl at an agonizing pace.

As soon as the door opened, he stepped inside without hesitation, a look of eager anticipation and underlying worry etched across his wrinkled features. "How did it go?" he inquired anxiously.

Lynn regarded the butler with a tired gaze. "Sir Feng's condition is too severe, but this first session went smoothly. I've managed to remove the spiritual pollution from his arm completely."

Glancing at his sleeping master on the bed, the frail arm was now bare of the diseased flesh that had plagued it for so long. No signs remained of the horrific decay that had festered there before.

Although the results were obvious, he still needed a professional to confirm the situation. He waved at the other people gathered outside the bedroom door, gesturing for them to enter.

Among them was the private doctor. Lowering his head, not daring to look at Lynn, the bald middle-aged man quickly entered and joined the others in conducting a thorough examination.

"Doctor Lynn seems tired, please escort him to the living room and greet him properly," the old butler instructed, addressing one of the pretty maids beside him. She promptly nodded in compliance.

Lynn smiled in appreciation and followed the woman to a lavishly decorated living area. One entire wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the sprawling gardens.

He was mildly surprised to see Anton already present, seated on one of the leather couches. As he sat next to him, the maid asked if he needed a drink or some refreshments.

Gratefully accepting the offer, he asked for a cold glass of water to quench his dehydrated throat. She nodded and left the room, promising to return shortly with his request.

As the pair were left alone, his escort slightly leaned toward him to say something, voice lowered to a soft murmur. "Didn't Boss Reggie tell you to not make a move if you're not sure? It'll stir up trouble."

His tone was stiff, reflecting the inner apprehension that weighed heavily on his mind. He was extremely afraid that Lynn's actions would cause trouble and backfire, unavoidably involving him as well.

Patting his shoulder to reassure him, he replied calmly, "Relax, I'm fairly confident about this." However, the man remained unconvinced, shaking his head and looking helpless.

"Fairly confident isn't good enough when dealing with these kinds of people. One wrong move and we'll have a target on our backs." With a subtle gesture, he directed the attention towards the distant exit doorway.

There were several big men in suits standing just outside, their gazes glancing in from time to time, watching the two seated figures intently. They were clearly assigned to observe them.

"It better to be alright. If something does go wrong with the old rich man, we're not getting out of this manor today," Anton said with a grave tone, his eyes flickering with a mix of worry and determination.