Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

If anyone runs to a doctor holding someone else's arm and says they want a replacement, they'll most likely be arrested as a madman or a pervert.

Moreover, Lyndon now controls the arm of a church member. If he dares to bring this to public places, he will definitely be reported by concerned citizens and then imprisoned by the sheriff.

Therefore, he could only rely on unlicensed doctors.

So-called "black doctors" are people who spend years in the underworld, earning large sums of money by providing medical services to those underground figures.

It can be said that wherever there are gangs, there will be unlicensed doctors.

However, since Lyndon and Alastor were unfamiliar with the underworld of Wiltling, finding a black market doctor who could perform surgery was not an easy task.

However, just as the two were pondering this, Robin Hood told them that he had the ability to find the Black Doctor.

"you?"

Lyndon initially didn't believe Robin Hood could help him find a quack doctor, and even thought he was just bragging.

But Robin Hood was very certain that he could find it.

It turns out that he and a few of his brothers had been beaten up by Lyndon for stealing Alastor's wallet, and that's when they went to a shady medic for treatment.

He still remembered that place.

So, with Robin Hood leading the way, the two actually found the quack doctor.

The black doctor's name was Jack; he was of medium build and had a receding hairline.

After learning the purpose of their visit, he was initially reluctant to agree.

The main reason is that Lyndon was holding the arm of a church member.

If someone investigates and finds out, you might lose more than just money; you could lose your life!

In response, Alastor even tried to bribe him with money.

But Jack was very stubborn and refused to have the surgery no matter what.

In the end, it was Alastor who managed to have a "friendly" negotiation with him.

Jack, with the slap mark on his left cheek, finally agreed to perform surgery on Lyndon.

To prevent this guy from causing trouble, Alastor took the pistol that Jack kept in the drawer for self-defense and stood in the operating room watching Lyndon.

The gas lamps on the wall illuminated the operating room brightly.

Lyndon lay on the operating table, his whole body tightly bound with leather straps, his left hand outstretched to the side.

"I'm going to give you anesthesia now."

Jack stared at the gun in Alastor's hand as he pierced Lyndon's skin with a needle and injected the anesthetic.

The anesthetic took effect quickly.

Lyndon felt dizzy and weak all over.

Then, Jack picked up his surgical instruments.

That was a steam-powered bone saw.

The handle is made of walnut wood.

The blade of the bone saw is a closed chain, with each tooth on the chain having a sharp barb.

The chain is wound around two brass gears.

There is a pull tab on the side of the grip.

A small pressure gauge is attached to the side of the pull rod.

Jack then connected the air tube to the bone saw.

When Jack pulls the lever, the air pump drives the chain to rotate rapidly, thus cleanly severing the human bone.

"I'm starting."

Jack picked up the bone saw, took a deep breath, and pulled the lever.

As the chain began to turn, Jack pressed the bone saw against Lyndon's left arm.

Instantly, blood splattered in the operating room, and the sound of chains shattering bones reached the ears of everyone present.

Hearing this voice outside the operating room, Robin Hood turned pale with fright.

Despite being anesthetized, Lyndon didn't fall asleep. He could still speak and stare blankly at the operating room ceiling. A piece of flesh splattered onto his face, and the slippery touch made him dazedly say, "What's that on my face? Is it a bug?"

"No, it's your flesh."

Alastor held the gun in one hand and wiped the bits of flesh off Lyndon's face with the other.

"Oh, you should cover me with a sterile cloth."

"Do you even know what sterile drapes are?" Lyndon asked blankly. "It's just a blue cloth, cool to the touch, and smells like disinfectant..."

"Surgery requires sterility, otherwise there will be an infection... By the way, do you have any antibiotics here? Penicillin will do too..."

Listening to Lyndon's nonsense, Alastor couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's alright, you won't get infected even without these things. There are better medicines here."

"Hmm..." Lyndon's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, then he fell silent.

After Jack cut off Lyndon's original arm, the next step was to reattach Philip's arm to Lyndon.

To ensure the surgery would proceed smoothly, they soaked Philip's arm in a nutrient solution beforehand to prevent it from rotting and the blood vessels from shrinking.

Jack is a very good cook.

From piecing together blood vessels to fixing bones, and then stitching them together with needles and thread.

The entire process takes no more than two hours.

Finally, after Jack finished stitching the last stitch, he said with a sigh of relief, "It's over!"

As he spoke, he didn't bother to take off his blood-stained gloves, and pulled over a chair to sit down.

"alright?"

Upon hearing Jack's words, Lyndon instinctively reached out to raise his left arm.

But then he discovered that his left arm seemed to be out of his control.

"Fool! You just had surgery. The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and your hand hasn't even adjusted to its new owner. You already want it to move!"

Alastor said with a smile.

He then looked at Jack, who was sitting, and asked, "The surgery is over. What about the post-operative medication?"

"Medicine." Jack nodded, turning to retrieve several jars of pills. "This is for stopping bleeding, this is to promote recovery, this is for pain relief..."

Jack pointed to the medicine bottles and said them one by one.

"Isn't there anything faster? Like a regeneration potion or something?"

"Regeneration potion?" Jack scoffed. "Where are you going to find that?! Isn't it illegal to own it privately?"

"No, what you're doing now isn't illegal?" Alastor was speechless.

"It's different," Jack said. "Anyway, I don't have it here. If you want it, you'll have to find it yourself."

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now." Alastor had no choice but to make do. "As long as your hand is okay."

He muttered to himself.

Therefore, Lyndon has been lying in Jack's clinic bed these days.

Apart from Alastor and Robin Hood, no one else knew about this.

Alastor told Lyndon that during the days he was away, Giselle wished she could call his name hundreds of times a day.

"It must feel good to be remembered."

Alastor chuckled and tapped Lyndon’s bandaged forearm.

Lyndon is recovering well, and he can now move his fingers freely.

The scars on his arm haven't faded yet.

For this, Alastor complained to Lyndon, "Lyndon..."

"Um."

"Do you know how pathetic those gangsters in Wiltling are?"

How bad is it?

"I wanted to check if they sold regeneration potions on their black market, but after looking around, I couldn't find a single store selling them. And guess what I saw?"

Alastor paused, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, waiting for Lyndon to take over.

Lyndon glanced at him and asked, "What did you see?"

"Jewelry, silk, high-end tobacco and alcohol—those things are so outdated."

"Even in the business of selling organs from other species, where the profits are truly enormous, they still use the same old methods, just like selling vegetables at a market!" Alastor said bitterly.

"Loan sharking, protection money... that's so outdated! They have absolutely no idea what business is, real business."

Listening to Alastor's complaints, Lyndon said calmly, "So what do you want to do?"

"What to do? There's nothing to do."

Alastor crossed one leg over the other, looking completely indifferent.

"I just think they're so unprofessional, they're really lowering our standards. If I were in charge of this business, I would show them what real business is all about."

"certainly."

"Linden said softly."

Alastor paused for a moment, then laughed.

He laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed in the ward.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The knocking on the door immediately pulled Lyndon back to his senses.

Lyndon suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked out the window; dusk was already falling over the sky.

"How long have I been sitting here...?"

Lyndon rubbed his head, and just then, the knocking sounded again from outside the door.

"Mr. Philip, may I come in?"

Cecilia stood in the doorway and asked softly.

She was holding a plate of bread and a glass of milk.

"Sorry, I'm in bed right now."

Lyndon glanced at his left hand, picked up the gauze and reapplied it, then wrapped it layer by layer and tied it tightly with hemp rope.

In case Cecilia suddenly walked in, he lied and said he was sleeping.

As expected, Cecilia said apologetically, "I didn't know. I thought you were injured and needed to eat something good to replenish your nutrition, so I got you some bread and milk."

"Thank you." Lyndon straightened his clothes. "Just leave the bread and milk by the door, I'll get them later."

Hearing Lyndon say this, Cecilia had no choice but to do as he said.

She leaned over the door and told Lyndon inside, "Hurry up, I've left the bread and milk at the door, the milk is warm."

After saying that, Cecilia turned and left.

Lyndon pressed his face against the door, listening to the footsteps that grew closer and then faded away until they were completely inaudible. Only then did he open the door a crack and cautiously peek out.

He only opened the door halfway after confirming that no one was there.

He looked at the bread and milk on the ground.

Lyndon bent down and carried it into the room.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the hooting of an owl could be heard in the distance.

Lyndon suddenly realized that there were no candles in his room.

So he went out of the room to ask Cecilia and the others for a candle.

As Lyndon walked through the side corridor, he smelled an enticing aroma in the air.

As Cecilia passed by the kitchen, she happened to be serving the soup.

Tonight's dinner is a stew of pork, bacon, and onions, topped with a sprig of rosemary.

The main dishes were leftover bread from lunch and potatoes from potato soup.

"You're here. Dinner is ready. Let's eat."

When Cecilia saw Lyndon arrive, she warmly invited him to sit down.

Just then, Herbert returned from his work.

He saw the bread on the table, grabbed a slice, and put it in his mouth.

Faced with her brother's rude and impolite behavior, Cecilia cried out anxiously, "Herbert!"

But Herbert simply clapped his hands and sat down next to Lyndon.

"Herbert, you should be ashamed! You're behaving like this even when Mr. Craig isn't around! Go wash your hands!"

Cecilia grumbled at Herbert and reached out to pull his ear.

Herbert turned around and hid behind Lyndon.

"Okay, sis!"

After making a face, Herbert dashed out of the kitchen.

Cecilia looked at her good-for-nothing brother and helplessly rubbed her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to see this, Mr. Philip."

Cecilia forced a smile and ladled a bowl of broth over Lyndon's potatoes.

"It's nothing." Lyndon took the plate. "I think your little brother is quite adorable."

"Cute?" Cecilia said with a self-deprecating laugh, "He's such a nuisance. He's alright when the teacher's around, but now... sigh!"

Lyndon comforted him, "It's okay, boys generally mature later, they'll be fine in time."

He scooped up a spoonful of potato and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness of the potatoes combined with the saltiness of the broth creates a wonderful flavor.

Suddenly, Lyndon put down his spoon, looked up at Cecilia, and said, "Cecilia."

"What's wrong?"

Does our sanctuary have a library?

"Of course," Cecilia pointed overhead, "it's on the second floor where we pray every day. Why are you asking?"

Lyndon replied, "I just want to borrow a few books to read."

"Especially about the extraordinary and the supernatural. The first three months are the training period, and I want to learn as quickly as possible so that I can be considered a qualified pastor."

Cecilia nodded in agreement, but she still expressed concern about Lyndon's left hand.

"However, are your hands okay? There are quite a few tricky projects during the training. Why don't you wait until you've recovered a bit more?"

Lyndon shook his head and said, "Although my hand is injured, I can still write, see, and read! I can still do many things. As a qualified priest, I cannot slack off in my practice just because I am injured. I must do my daily homework."

Lyndon delivered these words with an air of righteous indignation.

His expression was solemn, and his eyes were firm.

Cecilia hadn't expected "Philip" to be so hardworking and ambitious; such an indomitable spirit was something she could really learn from!

At this moment, in Cecilia's eyes, Lyndon's figure seemed to grow taller.

Despite being just a newcomer, he inspired a sense of admiration in her.

"Sis! My hands are washed!"

Cecilia's face fell when Herbert's mischievous voice rang out.

She glanced at Lyndon, who looked righteous, and then thought of her own brother's good-for-nothing behavior.

Suddenly, an inexplicable anger rose in Cecilia's heart.

Herbert, unaware of his sister's condition, walked in and, oblivious to the danger, leaned forward, held out his hand in front of Cecilia's eyes, and said proudly, "Sis, look! Clean, isn't it!"

Cecilia rolled her eyes at Herbert, picked up his meal, added two spoonfuls of broth, shoved it into her brother's hand, and snapped, "Go to the henhouse and eat with the hens!"

"Why!"

Herbert exclaimed.

But all he got in return was a slap from his sister.

"Waaaaah! Sis! You've gone too far!"

Before Cecilia could even slap him, Herbert, looking aggrieved, grabbed his food and ran out of the kitchen crying.

……

"Hahahahaha!"

At the Burtons' cottage, Alastor imitates Lyndon's first meeting with Cecilia.

"Hello, is this the Sanctuary of Styx Corner?"

Alastor mimicked Lyndon's accent and even made the gesture of handing over a parchment.

"Hahahaha!" Alastor laughed so hard he almost cried. "This is the first time I've ever seen Lyndon so polite, and fucking shy! Hahahaha!"

It turned out that when Lyndon arrived at Lime Corner, Alastor and Robin Hood followed him. They lay in wait behind a bush, eavesdropping on Lyndon and Cecilia's conversation.

"But you know what, that woman was quite pretty, with big eyes, a small nose, thin lips, and beautiful long blonde hair. Even her figure was perfect!"

Alastor closed his eyes, recalling Cecilia's appearance.

Then he said to Tom and Robin Hood, "Hey, do you think Lyndon's acting all refined is because he's got his eye on someone? Hahaha!"

At this moment, she felt uneasy when she heard Alastor talking about Giselle in Lyndon.

She stood in front of the pool, looking down at her reflection in the water.

The ugly scar on her face was like a needle, constantly pricking Giselle's heart.

"I'm so ugly, I'm definitely not as good-looking as that pastor..."

A young girl's thoughts can be so simple, yet so melancholic.

Suddenly, Alastor, who was chatting in the living room, noticed Gisele's behavior. He watched as Gisele kept touching the scar on her face.

He seemed to realize something.

Alastor smiled and leaned closer to Giselle, whispering, "Do you want to get rid of that scar on your face?"

Upon hearing this, Giselle looked at Alastor with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"I can help you, I can help you restore your beauty, even make you more beautiful than before you were disfigured!"

"real?!"

"Really! As long as you make a deal with me..."

Alastor tempted her like a devil.