It was quite a lengthy operation. It dragged on because the patient stubbornly insisted there was nothing wrong with him.
The man with the cross immediately cleared away the instruments spread across the table. Though they were stained with blood and fat, he swept them into his bag without cleaning them.
The surroundings were slightly dark, and being underground, the air was heavy and stagnant. But it couldn't be helped.
If not for such a place, patients would escape.
He looked down at the 'patient.'
A man trembling, with fingernails and teeth partially pulled out.
The man with the cross had damaged his body but healed his soul.
This patient's diagnosis was treason against the king and disobedience to his master. However, he had somewhat washed away his sins by leaking information about the cult he belonged to.
Of course, it wouldn't change the fact that he would be hanged.
"...You did well."
