Chapter 25: XXV. The Poison of the Human World
Dinner time had passed.
The clock approached midnight, and it was time to rest.
The secret port in the cave was eerily quiet.
The physician's room.
In a space of over twenty square meters, items were arranged neatly with an open bookshelf without any cover, displaying a dazzling array of medical books from the Northern Prison, a crystallization of medical science. Apart from the entrance, there was another door that led to the pharmacy.
On the side cabinet were plant oil paintings, and on the iron tray above lay a series of chisels and tweezers. Mika still had the stethoscope around his neck, not yet removed, as he read a book about dissection.
It wasn't that Mika was particularly diligent in improving himself, but the original author of this manuscript was rather renowned in the academic field, with each organ depicted as an exquisite piece of art, detailed to the finest hair, unimaginable without numerous practices behind such achievement, detailing even the operational process of the heart, the inner workings of the visceral circulation, panel-by-panel, revealing the underlying principles in detail.
The kerosene lamp was somewhat dim, so Mika opened the cap to add a bit of fuel, then wiped the dust off the glass cover with a silk scarf.
At that moment, a knock on the door was heard; the person outside seemed to be somewhat restrained, their voice soft, as if afraid of disturbing Mika.
"Come in."
Mika thought it was some new recruit; the likes of Rein and Shadi would never be so polite.