LYRIC
My patient was sick with Chrono-Flux Displacement and had been in this condition for eleven years.
Despite our strong immune system as wolves, there were still some unbeatable sicknesses and poisons. It was sad that some people even ended up losing their lives.
The team was ready when I walked into the ward. Guinevere and two other doctors stood outside the window, watching.
This was my second chance. I couldn't mess it up like I did the first time. The doctors would definitely lose faith in me.
I stayed up late, rehearsing every process. I was wearing my abyssal gloves today as I didn't want to make contact. I won't be siphoning the man's sickness, but at least, the surgery would be successful.
I started the process, praying deeply not to panic like the last time.
Pleas
