A few minutes later.

Lynn followed Raven with his application form and arrived at the trial hall of this high tower.

The hall was bustling with activity, and most of the groups were similar to theirs—one Night Doctor paired with an apprentice. Clearly, anyone wanting to join the Night Doctor organization needed recommendations and introductions.

After Raven completed the registration for him, he handed over the identity token and said:

"When your codename is called later, you'll go in. Let me explain the specific rules and assessment criteria in advance so you don't mess around."

He closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and stated:

"Our Night Doctor organization does not accept beings without medical foundations. Every qualified Night Doctor is a physician with strong surgical and medical abilities."

"So the assessment is divided into four subjects: [Adaptability], [Mental Fortitude], [Skill], and [Combat Ability]. After passing these four subjects, there's one final subject: [Philosophy]."

Lynn asked curiously, "Combat ability is also assessed?"

Raven glanced at him and said, "Without sufficient combat strength, how can you treat those monsters? If they resist and want to fight back, don't you need to knock them out?"

Lynn nodded, pondering, "I see! You're never too old to learn!"

And at that very moment, a shout came from the distance.

"Number 4! Benevolent Doctor · Harbinger of Peace! Prepare for assessment!"

Instantly.

All the beings in the hall looked around in surprise and confusion.

Raven got goosebumps all over his body, awkwardly and painfully turned his head, indicating he had absolutely no connection to the human being beside him.

Lynn smiled slightly, adjusted his monocle, and said confidently:

"Mr. Raven! Wait for my good news, I'll head in now!"

Raven didn't want to talk to him.

Then, under the astonished gazes of many beings, Lynn strode proudly and confidently into the assessment area with a smile.

……

Several minutes later.

Lynn and nine other beings stood in line inside the trial hall, waiting for the assessment.

Lynn glanced at the beings on both sides and realized that among these ten trainee Night Doctors, he was the most normal one.

There was one mechanical puppet, two undead with rotting flesh, three dark elves with dark skin, one vampire, and two crooked, misshapen Flesh Golems.

He was the only proper human with regular features.

[Appearance Superiority +1]

In front of them, a Night Doctor wearing a plague doctor mask held a form, scanned the ten of them, and said calmly:

"Is everyone here? Next, roll call, answer when your name is called."

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

"Copper Smelter!"

"Here!" a mechanical synthesized voice responded.

"Skeleton!"

"Here!" a hoarse undead voice answered.

"Blood Source!"

"Here!" a chuckling vampire's voice replied.

"Benevolent Doctor · Harbinger of Peace!"

"Here!" Lynn announced clearly and articulately.

Instantly, all nine members cast strange looks at Lynn, and even the Night Doctor conducting the assessment glanced over.

"……"

An indescribable wave of awkwardness washed over them.

But Lynn wore a smile, appearing very confident, showing no signs of embarrassment whatsoever.

The Night Doctor wiped sweat from his forehead.

This name immediately threw him off.

The other names at least had some relevance, but this codename felt completely unrelated—it was the most positive-energy codename he had ever encountered.

The roll call soon finished.

The Night Doctor looked at them and said hoarsely, "Since you're qualified to participate in the Night Doctor assessment, without exception, you must have passed numerous trials and gained the recognition and approval of your recommenders. You are all very professional doctors!"

Lynn nodded vigorously.

"But!" the Night Doctor said hoarsely, "To become a qualified Night Doctor, you not only need to be professional—you need to be more professional than all other doctors!"

"So you must have the ability to skillfully find suitable tools to perform surgery on targets in any environment!"

"Sometimes, in treacherous conditions, a stone shard, a dinner knife, or even a skewer can become your scalpel!"

"Therefore, our first assessment content is your ability to use tools!"

Snap—

He snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the door opposite them slowly opened, and one patient after another was wheeled out. Each looked pale and couhed incessantly.

The Night Doctor said hoarsely, "These are the patients you need to treat, and they are also your seniors. You can treat them freely—they will score your surgical skills during the procedures you perform on them."

Lynn raised his hand.

The Night Doctor glanced at him and said, "Speak!"

Lynn stepped forward, adjusted his monocle, and said seriously, "Reporting, Instructor! Are they not afraid of being killed by our treatments? For example, accidentally stabbing a knife into their foreheads! Over!"

"……"

Silence fell all around.

The Night Doctor closed his eyes and said, "Rest assured, their medical skills are far superior to yours. You won't kill anyone. Moreover, your seniors are very willing to guide you newcomers. Of course, there's also generous compensation."

Lynn nodded. So that's how it was.

They get sick outside, come here for free treatment, and even earn good money. What a sweet deal.

"Any other questions?" the Night Doctor shouted.

"None!" everyone yelled.

The Night Doctor snapped his fingers again, and a door behind them slowly opened.

The Night Doctor checked his watch and said calmly:

"You have two minutes to enter that room and choose your tools. Don't worry, none of them are normal. Next, we'll see your surgical abilities! Timer starts! Go!"

"Yes!" everyone shouted.

Without another word, the ten dark beings immediately turned and rushed swiftly into that door.

Soon.

Two minutes passed in a flash.

The ten trainee Night Doctors successively found their suitable tools and walked out.

The Night Doctor glanced at Number 1, the mechanical puppet.

[A fruit knife]

Not bad.

This was the best surgical tool besides a scalpel.

He then glanced at Number 2, the undead's tool.

[Bone shard]

He nodded, quite satisfied.

He then looked at what Number 3, the vampire, held in his hand.

[Razor blade]

Hmm, although small, if used skillfully, it could also be a very good surgical tool.

Then, he turned his gaze to what Number 4, the Benevolent Doctor, held.

"Where's your tool?" the Night Doctor asked doubtfully.

Lynn said seriously, "Right here!"

Buzz—Buzz—

Lynn picked up the rusty chainsaw he had placed behind his back and started it with a sputtering, spark-flying roar. Thick smoke billowed from the worn-out chainsaw.

The Night Doctor: "!!!"

Patient Number 4: "!!!"