My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1289 - 435. Later, they will say that Transylvania is abundant with well-trained mediocre doctors - Additional update [2/25]_3

Chapter 1289: 435. Later, they will say that Transylvania is abundant with well-trained mediocre doctors - Additional update [2/25]_3

A Feng urged:

"I’m quite satisfied as it is now. You and dad should enjoy yourselves, I mean, do whatever you want here, there’s no need to put off your own matters on my account."

"Bullshit!"

Brother Cat curled his lip and said:

"You’re my brother, if I don’t look after you, who will? It’s not until you’re fully healed that I can travel the four corners of the world with peace of mind."

Having said that, Old Yang and Brother Cat took their leave from A Feng.

They left the dead house in search of a Psychic to open the door, while A Feng himself, after watching his relatives leave, leisurely finished his set of Life-preserving Fist exercises before returning to his "teaching" spot.

His first batch of apprentices, roughly 30 people, were already prepared for class.

Each of them, dressed in a butcher-style apron and gloves, wore a facemask and hairnet to protect their nose and mouth. Upon seeing the Pants-less Demon arrive, they all saluted him in unison.

But, A Feng waved his hand, indicating that such formality was unnecessary.

In this spacious area, three surgery tables had been set up, each with a Werewolf prisoner laying on it, deeply anesthetized.

"These three Werewolf prisoners had an accident yesterday while building a road. Each of them has injuries to limbs and internal organs. If there were a Priest, they could survive and even recover fully, but in the real world, not everyone is lucky enough to have a Priest by their side when danger strikes.

And that’s the very reason for our existence as doctors!

We may not have the miraculous healing powers of a Priest, but we can use our skills and knowledge to preserve the lives of those unfortunate people who can’t get Priestly help.

We will use real cases to prove to the entire Continent that not only Priests are qualified to contend with the Death God; us physicians can also save lives and heal the wounded efficiently.

Sir Bella believes you all have learned enough in theory and now it’s time for practical experience."

A Feng laid out his medical instruments, carefully selecting a bone saw that gleamed coldly and made scalps tingle. Putting on his mask, he addressed his somewhat uneasy "students":

"Today we will have a practical lesson! I’m going to demonstrate amputation, rapid hemostasis, and emergency aid techniques. I will lead the surgery on subject number one while you observe.

Whether number two and three survive today will depend on how well you’ve learned over the past period.

Are you ready?

My dear students, my advice to you is to take a deep breath, hold it in, don’t let it out, and if anyone needs to use the bathroom, now’s the time to go."

A Feng’s students were all locals from Transylvania, and a defining trait of the locals was their stubbornness.

No one would admit to being a coward in front of others, so faced with the Pants-less Sorcerer’s kind reminder, the thirty students stood their ground like statues.

This brought a weird and strange smile to A Feng’s face; these greenhorns reminded him of himself during his first dissection class.

Ah, he was just as stubborn back then.

However, the Dead Body Teacher always harshly punished each medically stubborn student...

So when A Feng skillfully sliced open the injured Werewolf’s abdomen, spilling blood and revealing organs, two of the young ones yakked on the spot.

And when A Feng, with fascination, pulled out the Werewolf’s large and small intestines, which were different from those of humans, four others couldn’t stand it and rushed out, covering their mouths.

As A Feng, expressionless, chopped off the damaged organs and tossed them into a dish, several war veterans felt their legs go weak.

Their performance honestly surprised A Feng.

Looking at those still standing after this step, he couldn’t help but think to himself that it was no wonder they had survived the ten-year war in Transylvania, which was endowed with abundant martial virtue. Those who lived were truly skilled. If this were back in his own place, a room full of students would likely be crying by now.

"Done!"

Ten minutes later, A Feng finished surgery on Werewolf number one, who had half a stomach and half a liver removed. In humans, this would’ve meant certain death, but the wild vitality of the Werewolves enabled their organs to partially heal and regenerate after rest.

Seeing A Feng put down his tools, one of the medical soldiers, whose face had turned green, nervously raised a hand and asked:

"Teacher, doesn’t this require stitching? Its intestines are still hanging out."

"Oh, let them retract on their own. The intestines will move back into place due to peristalsis... See! The human body is such a miraculous thing.

Come on, everyone, come appreciate the unique shape of a Werewolf’s liver. In my place, it’s popular to steep certain wild beast organs in alcohol; I wonder what flavor Werewolf liver would give to the brew?

You know, it’s quite fatty. Maybe we should ask a chef to cook it up?

Sprinkle some chili and pepper on it, the taste would probably be quite delightful."

"Teacher! Please don’t talk about such horrifying things..."

"Yakk~"

Watching his students finally scatter, unable to bear it any longer, A Feng put down the Werewolf’s liver he was holding and laughed heartily in the deserted classroom, clutching his belly.

He laughed until tears came out.

Right!

That’s how it should be. A dissection class that doesn’t faint a few isn’t a success, and judging by the results today, he indeed had the potential to become an excellent teacher.