Chapter 171: The Academy's Traitor

Refugee Camp.

In a simple shanty.

Looking at the old man lying on the stretcher, Yin Fang took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind, slowly extending his right hand.

A moment's pause.

Then, from the pulse of his right hand, a silver surgical scalpel slowly extended, stopping only when it was an inch longer than his middle finger.

The scalpel slowly bent downward, resembling a praying mantis's forelimb. Upon closer examination, around the scalpel, four silver threads circled, hanging in the air and gently fluttering like antennae.

Looking at the young man's right hand, the old man curled up on the stretcher wore a face of fright, trembling and wanting to ask, yet too afraid to make a sound.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of your wound."

After reassuring the old man, Yin Fang concentrated all his energy on the surgery.

Anesthetic injection followed by sterilization.