Since that unlucky assassin was turned into a streetlamp by the entrance, the Benevolent Heart Clinic had enjoyed a rare few days of peace.
No foolish monsters dared to approach, and there was no harassment from the family.
Victor was happy to have some leisure time. Every day, besides performing "bone maintenance" on his newly recruited skeleton security guards, he spent his time huddled in the laboratory, trying to use materials exchanged from the system to replicate some basic medicines from Earth.
For example, antibiotics and... digestive tablets.
However, this idyllic peace was completely shattered at dusk on the third day.
Rumble—
The earth began to vibrate rhythmically, the intensity increasing until the glass cups on the clinic counter buzzed.
"An earthquake?"
Elizabeth, who was wiping a wine glass, frowned, a flicker of alertness flashing in her red eyes.
"No."
Alice, who was giving her great scissors a "manicure" in the corner, suddenly raised her head and sniffed the air.
"It's footsteps."
"Very heavy, very large, and... very irritable."
Just as she finished speaking.
"Roar—!!!"
A deafening dual roar that seemed capable of tearing the sky apart echoed from deep within the forest.
The sound was filled with rage, hunger, and undisguised killing intent. The resulting sound wave even caused several cracks to appear in the clinic's window glass.
"Something big is coming."
Victor poked his head out from the second-floor laboratory. Instead of panic, his face held a hint of professional excitement.
Since the last group of monsters had been scared off, he hadn't seen a decent "patient."
Those goblins and kobolds had symptoms that were too simple; they weren't challenging at all, and the points they provided were pitifully low.
He needed a patient with a truly "difficult and complicated disease" to verify the new techniques he had learned.
"Everyone, on alert!"
Victor gave the order.
The skeleton security brigade, which had just been polished and waxed, immediately raised their iron clubs, forming a thin but imposing bone wall at the entrance.
Elizabeth licked her lips as a faint blood mist began to permeate around her.
Alice gripped her great scissors and silently merged into the shadows by the door.
BOOM!!!
A loud crash echoed.
The wooden fence, which had only been repaired a few days ago, was struck as if by a battering ram. It shattered instantly, wood chips flying everywhere.
A massive shadow, suffocating in its intensity and cloaked in a boundless aura of malice, crashed inside.
It was a wolf.
A Twin-Headed Demon Wolf with a body size comparable to an armored vehicle.
The head on the left had snow-white fur, its eyes cold and cunning. The head on the right had pitch-black fur, its eyes blood-red and filled with chaos and madness.
Four eyes, each the size of a lantern, locked onto Victor—the only one in the clinic radiating the enticing scent of a living human.
"Meat... fresh meat!"
The black wolf head opened its bloody maw, thick saliva flowing like a waterfall and dripping onto the ground, corroding small pits that hissed with black smoke.
"Shut up, you idiot!"
The white wolf head let out a roar at that moment, suddenly turning its head to bite the black wolf's neck.
"Roar! (Why are you biting me!)"
"Roar! (Who told you to eat first! He's mine!)"
The two massive wolf heads actually began to tear at each other like two mad dogs right in front of everyone.
Fangs ripped through flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.
They seemed to have completely forgotten they were there to attack the clinic, instead falling into internal strife over the question of "who eats first."
The scene was momentarily very chaotic.
"..."
Victor stood by the second-floor window, propping up his chin as he observed the scene with great interest.
"Interesting."
He adjusted his non-existent glasses, his face displaying that specific expression doctors get when seeing a rare case—a mix of curiosity and excitement.
"This isn't ordinary mania."
He immediately activated the 【True Sight Eye】.
A red scanning beam flashed by, and the self-mutilating Twin-Headed Demon Wolf was instantly transformed into a complex three-dimensional neural map in his eyes.
【S-rank patient detected: Twin-Headed Demon Wolf (Wolf Brothers).】
【Danger Level: Extremely High (Immediate escape or use of an electromagnetic railgun recommended).】
【Pathological Diagnosis Report:】
1. Dual Independent Consciousness Conflict: Due to an unknown mutation, two independent souls exist within this organism (White head is the elder brother, Black head is the younger brother). The two souls have long fought for control of the body, leading to severe nervous system disorder.
2. Neural Redundancy: Two brains, one set of body. Information transmission pathways are chaotic, frequently resulting in command conflicts (left leg wants to go east, right leg wants to go west).
3. Secondary Mania and Self-Harm Tendencies: Due to long-term schizophrenia and pain, the soul of the black head is on the verge of collapse and can only vent stress through destruction and slaughter.
【Comprehensive Evaluation: A poor wretch who is driving himself mad because he grew too many brains.】
"I see."
Victor closed the system panel; everything was clear now.
This wasn't some naturally cruel nature.
This was purely a mental illness caused by a rare physiological defect.
It was like conjoined twins sharing a single body; it would be strange if problems didn't arise over time.
"This illness... can be treated."
Victor looked at the giant wolf still rolling and biting below, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
This was practically a top-tier clinical case delivered right to his door!
If he could successfully complete this "redundant brain tissue excision surgery," he would not only gain a massive amount of points, but it would also be of incalculable value for his research into the biological anatomy of this world.
"Director, do you need me to step in?"
Elizabeth's figure appeared behind Victor.
She looked at the demon wolf below, which radiated a terrifying aura, her expression solemn.
"That is the king of the Blackthorn Forest, the Wolf Brothers. It is very strong. Even at my peak, I wouldn't be certain of victory against it."
"No need."
Victor waved his hand, his tone as casual as if they were discussing what to have for lunch.
"It isn't an enemy; it's just a poor patient."
"And a very sick one at that."
Elizabeth: "???"
She looked at the giant beast that had already collapsed half the yard, then looked at her director's face, which was written all over with "benevolence."
A patient?
You call this thing a patient?
It could chew you up, bones and all, in one bite!
"Alice."
Victor ignored Elizabeth's shock and instead called the head nurse through the internal communication (the system's mental link).
"Prepare for surgery. The patient is quite large this time, so we'll need to use Operating Room No. 1 (the backyard clearing)."
"Also, bring 'that' out."
"Understood, Director."
Alice's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement.
...
"Roar! (Let go of me! He's mine!)"
"Roar! (Try biting me again! Believe it or not, I'll take you down with me today!)"
The Twin-Headed Demon Wolf was still fighting itself.
They were completely unaware that the human they viewed as a "meal on a plate" had already approached with a dinner knife... no, a scalpel.
"You two, stop arguing."
Victor carried a heavy metal case and walked to a spot less than ten meters from the demon wolf.
At this distance, the demon wolf didn't even need to charge; it could just stretch its neck and bite him in half.
The two wolf heads stopped their movements simultaneously, turning in unison toward Victor.
Four lantern-sized eyes were filled with bloodlust and cruelty.
"Human... you... seek death!"
The white wolf head let out a low, threatening roar.
"No, no, no. I'm here to help you."
Victor opened the metal case.
Inside was no divine weapon or legendary blade, only a single tool lying quietly on red velvet—
The Rusty Saw of Redemption.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the director of the Benevolent Heart Clinic and chief specialist of neurosurgery, Victor."
Victor adjusted his goggles, revealing his signature professional fake smile that made all his patients feel uneasy.
"According to my diagnosis, you two are suffering from a very rare 'conjoined malformation syndrome.'"
"To put it simply... you have too many brains."
"This is an illness, and it must be treated."
The wolf froze.
They wondered if they had misheard.
What nonsense was this tiny human spouting?
Saying they had too many brains?
This was the source of the power they were born with! It was the capital they used to dominate this forest!
"But don't worry, this isn't a terminal illness."
Victor completely ignored the other party's terrifying aura, which was enough to scare an ordinary person to death, and continued explaining the treatment plan to himself.
"We just need to perform a small 'redundant brain tissue excision surgery,' and your pain will be fundamentally resolved."
"The surgical process is very simple, and the risk isn't high."
Victor picked up the hideous chainsaw and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.
"I will choose one head... hmm, the one that looks stupider, and cut it off."
"That way, the remaining head will have perfect control over this body, and you will never have to worry about schizophrenia again."
The air went deathly silent.
The Twin-Headed Demon Wolf's two heads and four eyes all stared blankly at Victor.
What did they just hear?
Cut off a head?
This human...
Not only did he want to kill them, but he also wanted to do it in such an insulting manner!
"Roar—!!! (You lunatic! I'll tear you to shreds!)"
The black wolf head was the first to explode in rage, because it felt that the man had been looking at... it just now!
It suddenly opened its bloody maw, and a black ball of energy filled with the aura of destruction rapidly condensed deep in its throat.
Shadow Breath!
This was its innate skill, a terrifying magic capable of melting steel!
"Looks like I'm choosing you."
Victor sighed.
"With such a violent temper, you really are quite ill."
He didn't dodge.
He simply reached out and unhurriedly gripped the pull-cord of the chainsaw.
"I was going to give you some anesthetic, but since you're in such a hurry..."
Just as that destructive energy ball was about to be unleashed.
Victor gave a sudden, sharp pull.
Buzz—!!!!
The Rusty Saw of Redemption let out an unprecedented, violent roar, like a beast waking up.
Blue-black exhaust fumes billowed out, and the pungent smell of machine oil instantly filled the area.
The high-speed rotating serrated teeth caught the dim light of dusk, throwing off heart-stopping glints of cold light.
Victor raised the chainsaw, the tip pointing toward the pitch-black wolf head, the smile on his face turning cold and cruel.
"Don't be anxious."
"Once I cut one off, it won't hurt anymore."
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