Ash lifted the towel covering his face and propped himself up to sit.
His first instinct was to check his neck, but he didn't find any scars.
"That's weird, you actually didn't use me as an experiment subject for surgery."
"It's already done."
The Medical Practitioner, labeled [222], sitting at the foot of the bed, didn't even lift her head, still looking down at the book in her hands, the beak of her crow mask twitching.
"The surgery is completed, and it was a success. You've turned into a handsome guy now."
"What!"
Ash hurriedly looked around for a mirror, but there were none nearby. The Medical Practitioner snickered, "Just kidding. Actually, repairing your throat was too simple and didn't take much time, so I went ahead and performed a few minor surgeries on you while you were still asleep."
Ash breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what surgeries did you do on me?"