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... were busily changing clothes and washing their hands. Garrett, standing close to Andrew Lynn, was full of anxiety, continuously instructing the necromancers who were about to perform the surgery:

"Be careful during the surgery! Make sure the patient’s blood, bodily fluids, or anything doesn’t come into contact with your skin!"

"Change gloves after each surgery! Wash your hands! Thoroughly wash your hands!"

"Make sure not to cut your skin with the surgical scalpel! If you ...

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