Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 169: Eradicating the Corruption

Laying on a metal operating table was the unconscious body of the manor master. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, eyes shut peacefully, all thanks to the powerful anesthesia that kept him in a deep, unresponsive state.

Lynn stood attentively beside, gazing down at the man who had come to trust him with such a delicate procedure. The room around them was a makeshift surgical suite with all the necessary items for his work.

A bright surgical light hung directly above, bathing the area in shadowless illumination focused squarely on the patient. Silver trays of gleaming tools and implements were arranged meticulously within arm's reach.

Crates of bandages, bottles, and bulging bags of intravenous fluids lined the walls. If he did not know he was still inside the manor grounds, Lynn might believe he had been transported magically to the sterile confines of a medical facility.

"As expected of a rich individual," he mused silently, looking at the carefully prepared space. In just a few short days, they had transformed this place into a fully equipped clinic that rivaled most hospital settings.

The resources and influence of his client truly knew no bounds. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, steadying breath, centering himself as he prepared to commence the second stage of the treatment.

With a mental command, his two hands began to undergo a grotesque transformation. The skin rippled and parted as if alive, revealing the elongating bones that branched outward like gnarled roots.

Countless slender tendrils emerged, writhing and undulating like serpents, extending from his palms to form a multitude of surgical instruments. His flesh was the perfect tool for his craft.

Immediately, he directed these appendages toward the anesthetized patient, guiding and directing them to infiltrate and penetrate his frame through tiny incisions, just wide enough to allow their entrance.

The delicate probes slipped beneath the surface, their movements precise and deliberate as they navigated through muscle and tissue, seeking out the lingering pockets of spiritual pollution that plagued the elderly gentleman.

Lynn's brow furrowed with concentration as he focused intently, his senses hyper-attuned to the faintest shift or disturbance. The flesh threads acted as extensions of his will, allowing him to map out precisely the anatomical landscape.

"First target located," he murmured, his pupils glimmering, locking on a clump of corrupted energy near the liver. Thin filaments coiled around the area without hesitation, isolating it from the surrounding flesh.

Then, with a subtle control, a scalpel-like tentacle outside the body made a careful cut in the abdomen, revealing the contaminated, necrotic network of veins and tissues illuminated by surgical light.

The sharp tendrils worked methodically, excising decayed tissue and carefully neutralizing spiritual toxins. Lynn ensured that no lingering corruption spread as he removed the tainted matter.

Following his sublimation, direct contact with the pollution at this level no longer affected him. The extracted chunks were swiftly enveloped by his appendages and stored within his inventory.

This delicate operation also necessitated repairing the damages already done. Activating [Cell Distortion] simultaneously permitted the mending of ruptures, reconnection of severed blood vessels, and stimulation of cell regeneration.

As tissue and flesh quickly multiplied and filled the gaps, the once corrupted and failing organ recovered to a state of healthy function. So, Lynn rapidly searched for a second target to eradicate.

The process repeated again and again. Each time, the movements became increasingly fluid and confident. However, unlike the previous session, the duration of this operation extended far longer than anticipated.