Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 621: That's Why I Said, You Need to Be More Careful

Lynn was deep in thought.

"No need."

But before Lynn could even issue an instruction, Alice had already lifted her head coldly and flatly rejected his offer of surrender.

Lynn's hand, standing nearby, froze instantly.

Doctor 315 paced slowly, seemingly unsurprised by "Lynn's" answer. He said calmly:

"Is that so? But we don't actually need your agreement. We have plenty of ways to completely change a person."

"What truly puzzles me is that, given the tactics you displayed against the God of All Machines, would you really be subdued so easily? Sure, against five Death-Omen Tier puppets, your odds aren't great. But when even a Root-level being couldn't kill you despite your maneuvering, your performance against a few Death-Omen Tier ones..."

"Seems rather disappointing, doesn't it? What do you think, Losh?"

He smiled as he gazed at the suppressed "Lynn," his eyes not even glancing at the nearby Losh (Lynn), yet deliberately calling out his name.

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly clasped his hands, and said:"Doctor, in my opinion, this Lynn is nothing but a paper tiger. His defeat of the God of All Machines relied entirely on those books and that strange power. As for himself, I don't think he's anything special."

Doctor 315 paced slowly, still staring at the suppressed "Lynn," and said:

"No, that's you underestimating him. That guy always manages to pull something new out of his sleeve, catching you off guard. After all, any human who can thrive in this world is far from simple."

Then.

He clapped his hands, clasped them behind his back, and looked down at the pinned "Lynn" on the ground, saying slowly:

"Losh, kill him."

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere around them instantly grew tense, as if the temperature itself had dropped several degrees.

In that instant, Lynn's mind immediately understood.

This Doctor 315 was already suspicious of the situation—or perhaps it was more than just suspicion.

But Lynn remained expressionless. Beneath his mask, the corner of his mouth curled upward as he replied naturally:

"Yes, Doctor."

He then drew his Executive's sword from his waist, walking unhurriedly toward Alice disguised as him, the sharp blade pointing at the puppet's head.

Alice controlled that body, lifting her head and staring at him with a calm expression.

Only Lynn could see.

The trust hidden deep within those eyes.

"Sorry." Lynn raised his blade with a faint smirk. "Looks like you're dying by my hand today. If you've got any trump cards left, don't hold back now. Otherwise... there won't be another chance."

And in that very moment.

Lynn's blade turned vicious, slashing downward at the head of Alice disguised as him.

The sheer force behind the strike left no doubt about its brutality, showing no sign of holding back. One blow, and it would surely sever head from body.

But just as blood was about to splatter—

Whoosh—

With a sound of tearing air.

A jet-black tentacle suddenly shot out from behind, coiling around Lynn's left hand in an instant and deflecting the tremendous force.

The blade had already buried itself half a centimeter into the back of "Lynn's" neck. Blood trickled down.

"Doctor?"

Losh (Lynn) turned, looking in confusion at Doctor 315, who had unleashed the tentacle to stop his action.

The tension in the air was thick enough to drip.

Doctor 315 didn't reply. Instead, he turned coldly and walked step by step toward him, the tentacle extending from his shoulder tightening slowly until Lynn could clearly feel the pain of it piercing into his left wrist.

But Lynn remained unfazed, still looking confused and puzzled.

Slowly.

Doctor 315 came to stand before him, his eyes boring into the hollow openings of his Plague Doctor Mask. He reached out, grabbing Lynn's left arm and squeezing.

Lynn controlled his body's sweat glands to produce a bit of perspiration, "instinctively" lowering his head a fraction, letting his body tremble slightly in an almost imperceptible way, and controlling his heartbeat to speed up.

In this eerie silence, nearly ten seconds passed.

It was so quiet that everyone could clearly hear their own heartbeat.

"Dead?"

Doctor 315 gripped his left wrist and asked slowly.

Lynn lowered his head and said, "Dead."

Doctor 315's eyes narrowed, staring straight into his own. Anyone could feel the immense pressure.

Crack—

A crisp sound.

Lynn said nothing, still keeping his head down, letting the bones in his left hand slowly twist and bleed.

Finally.

After who knows how long.

Doctor 315 slowly released his grip on Lynn's left wrist.

"Then there's no problem. After all, I heard that the Night Doctor named Lynn has a left hand with a mind of its own. Never seen anything like it before. Today, I had to see for myself, didn't I?"

Lynn immediately dropped to one knee, clutching his blood-soaked arm, head bowed, not daring to say a word.

Doctor 315 casually took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped the blood from his hand clean, and tossed it in front of him, saying:

"Leave. You're done here."

Lynn kept his head down, holding his broken arm, struggling to shift and remove his Plague Doctor Mask, revealing the face of Losh beneath—drenched in cold sweat, head lowered.

"Yes... Doctor."

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Lynn struggled to his feet, head still bowed, perfectly playing the part of a subordinate thoroughly cowed.

At the same time, the high-ranking officials around them secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They all understood the purpose of their Doctor's actions.

It was.

A test.

And Losh had passed.

Otherwise, breaking an arm would have been the least of his worries.

After this ordeal, his identity was likely cleared in the Doctor's eyes. The crowd turned their attention away from Losh and back to the suppressed "Lynn."

But just then.

As Losh stood up and turned to leave, a sharp grin suddenly curled at the corner of his mouth.

Like a dark omen, a surge of immense malice.

In that moment of utter surprise, he lifted his head, completely unexpected, revealing the face they'd seen in the files—one brimming with sinister, profound meaning.

His right eye, pitch-black like an abyss.

"Doctor, that's why I said... you need to be more careful."