Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam
Chapter 83 - 82: Attending Physician Ethan

Chapter 83: Chapter 82: Attending Physician Ethan

A moment later, inside the apartment bedroom.

The door was locked, and Miss Keroy was still leaning against it, standing guard. Ethan stood by the window, his right hand bathed in a golden glow. He took a slightly nervous breath and said, "Ready? Here it comes."

Upon hearing this, the ragdoll cat lying on the bedding tensed its body, moved its head to the other side, avoiding looking at him.

With the cat’s tacit approval, Ethan gently placed his palm on the cat’s back, her white fur bristled almost immediately, her tail became tense and stood upright, the whole process lasted nearly thirty seconds, and the ragdoll cat collapsed onto the bedding, instinctively curling into a ball.

"Meow~"

Ethan heard a murmuring sound.

Among the spectators was Ave, who held her breath, unable to tear her eyes away for even a second. For some reason, she found this scene inexplicably awkward, thinking about how the Empire’s elite knights were patrolling everywhere, wary of the witch’s arrival, completely unaware that the witch was right under their noses, lying on the bed, making "meow meow" sounds.

Her imagination was running excessively wild, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if the witch were in human form on the bed.

The tuft of hair on top of her head gave her forehead a hard flick.

Damn Ave, why is your imagination so good!

In reality, what she was witnessing was merely research in the fields of medicine and theology. The cat curled into a ball for a while, sounding a bit breathless, "I was right, the nature of this flame can sever the connection between humans and the Divine Spirit; my connection with the ice element was also weakened just now."

The feeling of returning from a Transcendent to a human wasn’t good, losing the supply of Magic Power made Lindong show signs of weakness in her limbs and mental confusion.

This lying position, at the mercy of others, made her blush, but fortunately, she was in cat form now, so people couldn’t see her embarrassed posture.

Even her eyelids were almost unable to lift, with her chin resting on the bedding, she whispered, "Theoretically, you can sever the mark on Sister Bi’an to block the impact of the broken oath on her, but there’s only one chance."

For Ethan, the boundary between a doctor and a butcher was just a thought away, once things were cut wrong, there was no chance for a redo.

"You mean it’s a very delicate task."

Ave summarized on the side, after a brief shock, their mode of interaction returned to the past, they were old partners, the conversation came naturally, "Do you have confidence?"

Perhaps because of how well they knew each other, she found it difficult to treat Ethan like a Saint.

And Ethan didn’t seem to care about these things, not like those lofty Saints who speak with airs.

"Honestly, no."

Ethan said frankly, up till now, all those who had been "cut" by his upgraded Fireball Skill had died, although their souls returned to a pre-distorted state at the last moment, that was not the result they wanted now.

The cat’s prompt suddenly made him feel immense pressure; if this surgical knife cut wrong and killed the Empire’s Knight Commander, he could immediately win a title such as "Most Evil Terrorist" or "Death Surgeon".

"I need some tips."

"This is your Elemental Magic, only you are most familiar with their state, and only you have used them."

The cat’s voice remained light, still trembling a bit, "But as far as I know, knight’s oath often stems from a memory significant to her, or something she treasures."

Ethan rested his left hand on his chin, deep in thought, "Maybe asking her directly would be better."

"Huh?"

Ave couldn’t keep up with Ethan’s train of thought for a moment, but he explained earnestly, "Patients have to have discussions with their families and sign agreements before surgery at hospitals, especially for dangerous one-off surgeries; disclaimers are essential, just in case it’s accidentally cut wrong..."

"Not at all, where did you hear that?"

Ave immediately denied the strange knowledge Ethan had picked up from somewhere; there were never any disclaimers in the noble hospitals of the Imperial Capital, if medical personnel cut something wrong during treatment for a big figure, they would usually get unlucky along with them, therefore, doctors rarely proposed risky treatment plans for nobles who were already critically ill when sent there.

She continued, "Besides, given Sister Bi’an’s current state, she wouldn’t be able to answer your questions, would she?"

The knights said the Knight Commander was unconscious due to coldness entering her body and was currently resting next door at Ave’s apartment.

"This is a preventative anesthetic method, as long as the anesthesia is removed, the Knight Commander’s robust physique will soon wake her up."

Ethan flexed his wrists, trying hard to recall the surgeons he had seen in big hospitals before.

"Anesthesia?"

Ave didn’t know why, although she knew Ethan was talking nonsense, she somehow thought he had a point, never understanding where he learned these odd pieces of knowledge, she nodded, "Then let’s do as you said."

"No time to lose, let’s do rounds now."

To enhance the surgery’s success rate, Ethan was attempting to boost his confidence through the method of "role-play," a technique created by the followers of the Hunting Goddess Cynthia, where Hunters typically gain unusual strength by impersonating beasts, and today, he was impersonating a surgeon.

You are a surgeon, up till now you’ve treated hundreds of patients, including prominent figures like Yakwell, all of whom have highly praised the treatment results...

Ethan walked ahead, muttering to himself, Ave followed behind him, straining her ears to listen but remained unclear about what exactly he was mumbling.

The two returned to Ave’s apartment, and before pushing open the bedroom door, Sister Bi’an was lying on the bed with her brows furrowed, her breathing sounded very irregular.

Along the way, Ethan had already thought about the dialogue after the patient awakens, but all his preparations were interrupted by the silhouette of an uninvited guest in Ave’s bedroom.

Looking at the woman standing quietly by the window wearing a smiling mask, Ave almost instinctively drew her gun and sharply demanded, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

"Me?"

A soft laugh came from beneath the mask, "I have a client who is very interested in the Knight Commander, hired me with a hefty sum to take her head, the commission didn’t mention your names, so while I’m in a good mood today, I’ll allow you to leave quietly."

But the next second, the woman couldn’t laugh.

Because she saw Ethan suddenly rushing at her like a ghost, screaming loudly.

"Take this, Chakra Scalpel!"