[Bonus chapter] The Magic of the Hands

"What are you doing?" Carlisle's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed Dimitri's hand, which was holding a scalpel.

Dimitri pushed him off easily. The scalpel made an incision in the rotten skin around the bite wound in Hamed's left arm. "If you didn't overestimate yourself in the first place, this man wouldn't be in harm's way." He spoke without care for his feelings as the blade sliced off a small section of the rotten tissue. A gleam flashed in his eyes. Another piece of research material was obtained. He said in his mind that he was pleased with the fortuitous event. This was a better sample than the live zombie bound and snarling in the corner.