Several minutes later.
[Ding! You have completed the task. You have received 50 Skull Coins, +50 Surgical Skill Experience, and +1 Special Reward]
[Ding! Due to uncontrollable special circumstances, the Boar-Head Fiend's favorability has been converted to fear. Boar-Head Fiend's fear +50]
The Boar-Head Fiend sat there, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, with a dazed expression.
Across the counter, Lynn sat calmly in his white coat, holding a quill pen, unhurriedly writing his medical report.
He pushed out a small stack of potions.
"These potions - half for oral use, half for external application. Take them twice a day, regularly. In about two days, your eyes should start to regain vision. Of course, if you want faster-acting potions, the price will be tenfold."
"Let's settle the bill, including the surgery fee, potion cost, and nursing fee. You've already paid for the eyeball. It totals 546 Skull Coins. If there's no problem, please sign here."
Lynn looked up, his eyes lifeless yet friendly, and said:
"A fingerprint will do too."
The Boar-Head Fiend tremblingly reached out his hand and pressed a fingerprint on the report.
He shakily took out a large money pouch from his bosom, placed over five hundred Skull Coins on the counter, and said:
"Can I leave now...?"
Lynn counted the coins.
He looked up, his gaze falling on the Boar-Head Fiend's still bulging money pouch.
But the next moment, his attention was drawn to the Fiend's protruding big belly.
[Ding! You have triggered the Boar-Head Fiend's hidden task, "The Unusual Belly". Task completion reward: +50 Skull Coins, +50 Surgical Skill Experience, Unlock Eye Diagnosis function]
The Boar-Head Fiend turned to leave.
Lynn suddenly reached out his hand to stop him, saying: "Wait a moment!"
The Boar-Head Fiend's body visibly shuddered.
"What now?!"
He turned back, just in time to see Lynn adjusting his monocle, causing the eyeball to plop onto the desk, which he calmly picked up and pressed back in.
[Sanity -1]
Lynn shook his head and said, "I've noticed some new issues with your body. If not diagnosed, they might have unknown effects on your health."
The Boar-Head Fiend bit his tusks and said, "Don't try to fool me! I hate being deceived the most!"
Lynn looked serious and said, "I'm a doctor, I don't deceive people. Everyone who enters my shop is my patient, and I must take responsibility for my patients' health. If I see a problem and don't tell you, that would truly be unethical."
Looking at Lynn's serious and sincere eyes, the Boar-Head Fiend finally, with great reluctance, sat back down on the stool in front of the counter and hesitantly asked:
"Where's the problem? I feel perfectly healthy."
Lynn put on his mask and said, "Stretch out your arm, let me take your pulse."
The Boar-Head Fiend hesitantly placed his pig-hair-covered arm on the counter.
He decided to trust the doctor one last time.
Lynn's expression remained calm as he placed his hand on the Fiend's pulse point, carefully feeling it.
[Diagnosis Experience +1]
[Diagnosis Experience +1]
[Diagnosis Experience +1]
Slowly, the Boar-Head Fiend saw Lynn's brows furrow, and his heart instantly jumped to his throat.
"Is there really a big problem?" he asked nervously.
What he feared most was seeing a doctor frown in front of him.
Because that surely meant nothing good.
Lynn withdrew his hand, looked up at the Boar-Head Fiend solemnly, frowning as he said:
"The problem is neither small nor particularly big, it depends on how we handle it."
The Boar-Head Fiend asked anxiously, "What's the problem?"
Lynn said gravely: "Ectopic pregnancy."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence, as gusts of cool wind blew in from outside.
The next moment, the Boar-Head Fiend let out a roar, grabbing Lynn's collar and lifting him up in a rage, saying:
"What kind of joke is this, you quack! Are you mocking me?! I'll give you one more chance to rephrase that!!"
Lynn's expression remained calm.
He adjusted his eyeball and said solemnly:
"That's what the pulse tells me, it can't be wrong. You should trust my medical expertise."
The Boar-Head Fiend howled, "Your fucking pulse can go fuck itself!! I'll say it one more time! I'm a male pig!!"
Lynn nodded, saying heavily: "That's why it's called an ectopic pregnancy. If you actually had a uterus, it would be even more troublesome. We'd have to perform a more in-depth gender correction surgery, which would be an even greater burden for you."
"..."
"..."
The Boar-Head Fiend tremblingly released Lynn's collar and slumped back onto the stool.
"What are you thinking?" Lynn asked.
"I'm thinking about how to chop you up!" the Boar-Head Fiend said through gritted teeth, his eyes bulging with embarrassment and anger.
"Don't think about such useless things," Lynn said.
Lynn straightened his collar, sat down at the counter, took out a medical record form, and calmly asked:
"Have you been experiencing abdominal bloating, nausea, loss of appetite, or bleeding recently?"
The Boar-Head Fiend slammed the table as he stood up, trembling with suppressed rage and humiliation, and said: "Tell me how I'm bleeding!! How exactly am I bleeding (gritting teeth)!"
Lynn continued writing, adjusted his eyeball, and said:
"Please remain calm, patient. This is just a routine inquiry. Apart from vaginal bleeding, have you experienced any of the other symptoms I mentioned?"
The Boar-Head Fiend gritted his teeth, his eyes nearly popping out, and said: "What if I have? Can't I just have an upset stomach?"
Lynn adjusted his eyeball, glanced at him, and asked: "How long has it been going on?"
The Boar-Head Fiend ground his teeth and said: "A month!"
Lynn continued writing, calmly asking: "When was your last sexual activity? Do you have any unusual habits, such as excessive sexual activity or the use of certain inappropriate devices?"
The Boar-Head Fiend stood there dumbfounded, his arms shaking uncontrollably, and said: "Try asking that again, I dare you."
Clearly, he was extremely angry about this question.
Lynn calmly raised his hand to stop him, saying: "Alright, I won't ask that question. Next question."
"During your most recent sexual activity, did you feel any... down there..."
Lynn frowned, making a blooming gesture with his hand, and asked: "Any pain similar to tearing?"
This time, the Boar-Head Fiend really couldn't hold back.
He grabbed Lynn's collar, roaring in embarrassment and anger:
"I've been tolerating you for a long time!"
"Translate for me what you mean by 'tearing pain'?! Translate it for me, what the hell is 'tearing pain'?!!"
Lynn reached out his hand, forcefully patting the Fiend's chest, shaking his head as he said:
"Calm down. Further diagnosis requires the assistance of professional equipment. This is just a procedure that I, as a doctor, must follow. It's essentially for the sake of your health! It's for your own good!"
"You don't want to develop any lingering health issues, do you?"
The Boar-Head Fiend was huffing and puffing, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving violently, his face full of rage. But finally, under Lynn's pacification, he put him down.
[Pacification Experience +1]
[Pacification Experience +1]
[Pacification Experience +1]
Lynn straightened his collar again, put down his pen, glanced at him, and shook his head, saying:
Lynn spoke quickly: "There's another possibility. You might have accidentally ingested something containing strange powers, causing it to mutate inside your body, thus creating the illusion of pregnancy!"
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