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Seven Brown, hearing this, was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, “You’re a doctor?”

His recent brutal werewolf form, didn’t seem remotely doctor-like.

Leonard Churchill didn’t explain much: “I’m kind of like a medical intern.”

The extreme pain in his abdomen had already made Seven Brown unable to speak. He clenched his teeth and managed to utter one word: “Okay.”

If not tried, death was certain.

If attempted, there might still be a shred of hope.

Given the green light, Leonard Churchill took out his surgical tools.

After disinfecting the skin, he once again touched Seven Brown’s abdomen, determining its position, and said, “The bug has crawled under your right ribs. I need to cut open your clothes.”

Seven Brown calmly responded: “Go ahead.”

Without any hesitation, Leonard cut open Seven Brown’s close-fitting undershirt.

With one cut, her chest was fully exposed.

In the sight was a swath of fair and delicate skin.

Rounded and firm, just full enough to fill a grasp, as flawless as a piece of finely carved jade.

This gang’s elder miss had such a superlative figure that it was ridiculously good-looking.

Realizing the chill against her chest, Seven Brown’s expression was as calm as always. The corner of her eyes darted at Leonard Churchill. All she noticed were his focused eyes.

Leonard Churchill didn’t speak. All he thought about were the various human anatomical diagrams from medical books.

He disinfected his hands. Not a single tremble was in sight.

He chose a location and with his scalpel, he made an incision on her smooth skin.

Since his incision was precise, right after opening it, he saw a ghostly white scorpion.

When the poisonous bug was exposed to the air, it brandished its pincers in all directions.

These hellish poison bugs have a thick shell, making them hard to kill. Forceful removal could harm the host.

Originally, it would be very difficult even for a professional doctor to handle the situation.

But fortunately, there was the Plague Doctor’s Scalpel.

Not wasting any time, Leonard’s relic level scalpel easily stabbed through the creepy scorpion with a human face on its back.

He then picked it out, discarding the bug’s carcass in a glass dish beside him.

Although he removed the bug, it felt as if Seven Brown’s strength had been half-siphoned out of her. She violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Leonard Churchill was unsure if this method was correct.

However, seeing the host still alive, it seemed as though there wasn’t a major fault on his part.

Looking at the internal organs, he noticed the injuries.

He also made some sutures and poured a few potent healing potions on them.

It must be said, the life-saving potions the Lionheart Family prepared for Young Master Kane were really effective.

As soon as it was applied, the wounds were visibly healing.

However, it was indeed a bit vexing that they were used up.

Originally, Seven Brown didn’t plan to disturb this intern doctor who clearly possessed a professional hand, but after seeing several golden-label potions, she knew what they were. On noticing Leonard’s raised eyebrow expression, she voluntarily said, “I’ll pay for the potions.”

While speaking, she weakly expressed her gratitude, “Thank you.”

She felt that today she had said more ‘thank you’s’ than any other time in her life.

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill smiled slightly.

As long as the person didn’t die, a bit of potion didn’t matter.

If there was compensation, that would be even better.

Seven Brown could also guess the origin of these potions.

Actually, from the moment she saw Leonard transforming into a werewolf, she knew.

This man was the one from the recent arrest warrant.

But who it was didn’t matter anymore.

This person had saved her life several times.

Although Leonard Churchill had no practical experience in surgery, the theoretical basis was still sound.

The suturing that needed to be done was done, and the potions that needed to be used were used.

All standard procedures were followed, without a single error.

The wound on the lower abdomen was not large, and after the suture, it was hard to see any obvious scars.

The potion didn’t seem to have any side effects after use.

Her life was likely preserved.

“It’s done!”

Leonard Churchill was quite satisfied with his second live surgical operation.

But he also was unsure if he cleaned it up completely, so he asked the patient again, “Miss Brown…how do you feel?”

Seven Brown felt it weird hearing the title “Miss.”

Because usually the people from the underworld would call her “Brother Seven.”

Whatever.

She didn’t care, and after a self-check, she said: “Pretty good.”

Seven Brown also felt relieved.

When she saw the bug being picked out, she felt an immediate relief from her rapidly draining life force.

As soon as the special effect potions were used, her weakness gradually diminished.

She also felt the relief of a narrow escape from danger.

The two didn’t say anything.

She was still vulnerably tied to the cross, bare-chested. Although this gang elder miss didn’t fuss about these trifles,

She still felt the atmosphere to be a bit odd.

Leonard Churchill was evidently aware of the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Having seen it all, he didn’t pretend to be a gentleman. Rather than avoiding her gaze, he openly looked at her again and casually praised: “Nice figure.”

Seven Brown heard this and her eyes momentarily lost their sparkle.

The tone wasn’t teasing, it was like casually saying, “The weather is nice today.”

Since he didn’t have any other ulterior motives, she graciously replied: “Thank you.”

Although she didn’t really like others praising her figure.

After all, in the gang, such compliments were usually directed at the women who made their living by lying down.

She was not one of them.

Without saying much, Leonard Churchill looked away and said, “I can’t guarantee that I solved all of that old woman’s spell. So, it’s better if you stabilize your condition first, and then I’ll let you down.”

Seven Brown understood the meaning of his words and nodded, “Um.”

Although they both didn’t mind, Leonard Churchill felt that this way of communicating, where one look upward would reveal a glorious sight, was quite impolite. “Have any clothes? I’ll cover you first.”

Seven Brown felt a bit uncomfortable just now.

With this mention, any remaining discomfort disappeared. She said, “There’re some in my storage ring. It’s in my mechanical arm.”

She was tied to the cross and could only ask for help in retrieving it.

“Um…”

Leonard Churchill looked at her complicated mechanical arm, felt it was a hassle, and directly took out one of his own back-up shirts, “Never mind, make do with mine. It’s new.”

He took out a shirt, draped it on Seven Brown, and covered her exposed attractive body.

Seven Brown raised her eyebrows a bit but didn’t say anything.

When Leonard Churchill touched her, he obviously found that both her hand and leg bones were fractured. He checked again, “The bones in your right hand and left leg are fractured… Shall I help you treat them on the way?”

Seven Brown nodded, her tone sincere: “It would be a great favor.”

Treating fractures was much easier. Resetting, fixing, and applying medication..