Saltedfishc You might think this is a horror story. Actually, it's comedy.
His gaze flickered. He had begun to suspect that this apprentice of Bloodsaw might have been altered by Bloodsaw into a stitched monster. No ordinary person could possibly remain so composed in his presence.
"I don't want yours; I want my own eyeball."
He uttered deeply in a raspy voice.
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 45%]
Lynne's expression was serene; he casually pressed his eyeball back into its socket and quietly sat back down. Lynne then reached into his bosom.
"This I do have."
Then, under the astonished gaze of the pigfolk, Lynne drew from his bosom a large eyeball, still sticky with flesh and blood, the eyeball still moving.
The pigfolk abruptly stood up, trembling: "This… this…"
Indeed! He recognized at a glance, that eyeball was the one that had been plucked out by the old woman. But how could his eyeball be with this human apprentice?
Lynne placed the eyeball on the counter and said quietly: "I met that kind old lady this morning; this is the toy she gave me."
[Pigfolk's Sanity -30!]
The pigfolk stared intently at the eyeball on the counter, cold sweat dripping from the pig hairs on the back of his neck, trailing down his spine.
For he knew very well the horror of that scavenger. With his own strength, he was easily robbed of his eyeball by that scavenger. If she wished, she could just as easily take his head.
And that scavenger... would actually give his eyeball to this frail human?! He found this human apprentice more and more extraordinary.
No. It was even becoming somewhat terrifying. Because he couldn't fathom the depth of this human.
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 20%]
The pigfolk stared at Lynne hesitantly and said, "The thing the old woman gave you... would you dare give it to me?"
Lynne replied indifferently, "Not give, sell. Two hundred skull coins, market price."
Was he truly unafraid? The pigfolk scrutinized him, searching for a flaw.
Could it be that he had a close relationship with that scavenger?
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 10%]
The pigfolk pulled out a money bag from his bosom and scattered a substantial amount of skull coins across the counter.
He fixed his gaze on Lynne and said, "Fine, I'll buy it."
With composure, Lynne collected the coins into the counter, then put his gloves and mask back on, and pulled out a single eyepiece, speaking lightly: "Deal. Do you want it done here, or shall we go to the operating table?"
"Here," the pigfolk declared definitively.
No resident of Wandering Soul Lane would want to go to Bloodsaw's operating table.
"Alright."
Lynne calmly picked up the bone-scraping knife and instructed, "Lean on the counter, rest your head on the table, and if it hurts, feel free to shout."
The pigfolk grinned maliciously, "Do you think I fear pain?"
Pff—
Lynne took a sip of alcohol and then sprayed it onto the bloody blade.
The pigfolk stopped talking immediately.
Lynne lit a candle and heated the blade over the flame for several minutes. With narrowed eyes, he approached him with the knife, little by little.
A drop of cold sweat plopped onto the counter.
The pigfolk shivered, "Do you need a knife just to install an eyeball?"
[Pigfolk's Sanity -10]
Lynne quietly spoke, "I just had a look. There are considerable concretions and blood clots in your eye socket. It seems you don't take good care of your eyes. Consider this step extra service; you don't have to thank me."
"Wait… wait!"
The pigfolk was horrified. But it was already too late.
Crack, crack, crack—Crack, crack, crack—
The sound of stirring and the blade scraping against bone echoed.
"Ah—Ah—"
The pigfolk let out heart-wrenching, terrified screams.
…
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
Several minutes later, Lynne cleaned the residue in his eye socket with disinfectant, wondering why this time it increased his blade skill instead of his surgical ability.
"It's done." Lynne calmly wiped clean the bone-scraping knife in his hand with a cloth.
"Don't move; I'm about to install the eyeball. If you move recklessly, be careful; it might get installed backward."
The pigfolk leaned there, white froth bubbling from his piggy mouth, his body twitching intermittently, obviously not hearing what Lynne had said.
Lynne blinked, subconsciously muttering, "Damn..."
I forgot to use anesthesia...
It seemed like he also forgot to use it the last time when he was stitching up the arm of a doll…
Whatever.
Lynne shook his head, his expression returning to calm.
He used tweezers to pick up the eye that he had just soaked in reagent, then turned his head, his gaze searching through the medicine cabinet behind him.
A few seconds later.
Lynne took out a white potion bottle from above the cabinet.
One could vaguely see that it was labeled with "Strong Glue" and a few other characters that were obviously handwritten.
"What is that!" The revived pigfolk shivered.
Holding the eyeball, Lynne shook the potion in his hand and spoke quietly: "It's a special strong adhesive I made, it can prevent your eyeball from falling out during the installation. Plus, my master's special potent healing potion guarantees a 95% success rate for the surgery."
Lynne explained seriously.
The pigfolk shivered, "Install it quickly! Did you hear me?! I don't want to stay here any longer! Did you hear me?!"
Lynne nodded, "Don't worry, we physicians have strong professional ethics."
Lynne calmly mixed the viscous potion. Then he evenly applied it around the eyeball, aligned it to the right position, and gently placed the eyeball atop the eye socket.
He took out professional tools again and adjusted the angle of the eyeball,
He felt around his toolbox. Then he took out a hammer from it.
Pigfolk: "(ΩДΩ)!!"
[Pigfolk's Sanity -20!]
"What are you doing! What are you doing!!!" The Pigfolk screamed tremblingly.
Lynne frowned, "Don't move, this is the last physical step. If it's misaligned because you moved, I will have to take it out and reinstall it, which will then add a large sum to your surgery fee."
Lynne shook his head and held down the terrified pig head. Then, carefully with the hammer, he tapped the small bracket holding the eyeball, attentively inserting the eyeball into its socket bit by bit.
A few minutes later, Lynne blinked.
The pigfolk shuddered instantly, "What happened?! What happened?!"
Lynne frowned, "It's inverted."
Pigfolk: "(ΩДΩ)!!"
"Don't worry." Lynne, with a calm expression, reached out, grabbed the bracket holding the eyeball, and forcefully pulled it up.
With a rip, amidst the horrified screams of the pigfolk and his rapidly decreasing sanity value, Lynne forcibly removed the inverted eyeball.
"It's just a minor medical accident." Lynne calmly readjusted the position, saying: "There's no charge for this. Let me adjust the position again."
The pigfolk, in terror, let out sharp screams and struggled frantically: "I don't want it anymore! I won't have it done here!!"
[Sanity-20!]
[Sanity-20!]
"Stay still!" Lynne's eyes sharpened, and he shouted: "This is the final step, as a doctor, since you have paid, I must be responsible for you! I must ensure every one of my patients leaves here intact!"
With that, Lynne fiercely raised the hammer in his hand.
"Stop!!" The Pigfolk stretched out his hand and yelled in horror.
Bang—
Sparks flew.
…
A dozen minutes later.
[Ding! Task completed. You have earned 50 skull coins, +50 surgical ability experience, and +1 special reward.]
[Ding! Due to uncontrollable special accidental reasons, the pigfolk's goodwill has transformed into fear. The pigfolk fear level +50.]
The pigfolk, shivering uncontrollably, sat there with a blank expression.
Across the counter, Lynne, clad calmly in a white coat, sat, holding a quill, leisurely writing his medical report.
He pushed a small batch of potions forward.
"These potions, half are to be taken orally, the other half applied topically, twice a day. Take them on time, and roughly in two days, your vision should start to recover. Of course, if you want more effective potions, the price will need to be tenfold."
"Time to settle the bill, including surgery fees, potion costs, and nursing fees. You've already paid for the eye charges. In total, it's 546 skull coins. If this's no issue, sign here."
Lynne looked up, his eyes, lifeless, conveyed friendly: "A fingerprint will do."
The pigfolk, with trembling hands, pressed a fingerprint onto the report. He tremulously took a large money bag from his bosom and placed over five hundred skull coins on the counter, asking: "May I leave now…"
Lynne counted the coins. He lifted his head, his gaze fell upon the pigfolk's still bulging money bag.
However, the next moment, his attention was drawn to his swelling belly.
[Ding! You've triggered the pigfolk's hidden task, Strange Belly. Task completion rewards: +50 Skull Coins, +50 Surgery Skill Experience, Unlock Diagnostic Ability.]
The pigfolk turned to leave.
Lynne abruptly reached out, stopping him: "Wait!"
It was evident; The pigfolk's body subconsciously shuddered.
"What now?!"
He turned back, just in time to see Lynne adjusting his monocle, and his eyeball, with a plop, fell onto the desk, only to be calmly picked up and pressed back by him.
[Sanity -1]
Lynne shook his head, "I've discerned some new problems within you; if not diagnosed, they might inflict unknown impacts on your body."
The pigfolk, gritting his tusks, retorted, "Don't you dare deceive me! I despise being lied to the most!"
Lynne, grave, responded, "I am a doctor, I do not deceive. Everyone who enters my shop is my patient. I must be responsible for my patients' health. If I see an issue and do not communicate it to you, that is truly a lack of medical ethics."
Facing Lynne's stern and earnest eyes, the pigfolk, albeit with significant reluctance, finally sat back down on the stool in front of the counter, his voice laden with uncertainty, "What's the problem? I feel very healthy."
Lynne donned a mask, "Extend your arm; I'll take your pulse."
The pigfolk hesitantly placed his arm, laden with pig hair, on the counter. In the end, he decided to trust him once more.
Lynne, his expression serene, placed his hand on his pulse, feeling it carefully.
[Diagnostic experience +1]
[Diagnostic experience +1]
[Diagnostic experience +1]
Gradually, The pigfolk noticed Lynne's brows furrowing; his heart instantly rose to his throat.
"Is this really a major issue?" he asked nervously. What he feared most was a doctor frowning before him. Because that certainly boded not well.
Lynne withdrew his hand, raised his head to look solemnly at the pigfolk, his brows still furrowed,
"The issue is neither minor nor severe; it depends on how it's dealt with."
The pigfolk, anxiously, "What is the problem?"
Lynne, seriously, "Ectopic pregnancy."
"…"
"…"
Brief silence and waves of cool wind whooshed in from the door.
The next moment, The pigfolk roared, abruptly seized Lynne by the collar, lifting his in his fury, he bellowed: "Ectopic pregnancy?! You bloody saying I have an ectopic pregnancy?! I'm bloody male!! I'm giving you one more chance to organize your words!!"
Lynne's expression remained tranquil. Adjusting his eyeball, he stated solemnly, "The pulse is revealing as such, there is no mistake, you must trust my medical proficiency."
The pigfolk roared, "I (beep) you (beep)!! I'll say it again! I am male!! I don't have a uterus!!"
Lynne nodded, solemnly responding, "That's why it's said to be an ectopic pregnancy. If there was a uterus, it would be more troublesome, necessitating more profound gender correction surgery, and your burden would be heavier."
"…"
"…"
The pigfolk, trembling, released Lynne's collar and slumped down onto the stool.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I am thinking about how to chop you up!" The pigfolk, his eyes brimming with anger and shame, gnashed his teeth.
"Let's not consider such irrelevant matters first."
Lynne straightened his collar, sat in front of the counter, took out a medical record, and quietly asked,
"Have you recently experienced abdominal distention and pain, dry heaving, loss of appetite, bleeding below, etc.?"
The pigfolk, slamming the table and standing up, endured his trembling and humiliation and questioned, "Tell me how I bleed below!! How do I bleed (gritting teeth)!"
Lynne continued his documentation, adjusting his eyeball, stating, "Please, patient, refrain from agitation. It's merely a standard inquiry. Excluding bleeding, have any of these symptoms occurred?"
The pigfolk, his eyes nearly bursting and teeth gritting, replied, "What if they have? Can't I just be food poisoning?"
Lynne, adjusting his eyeball, glanced at him, asking, "How long have these been occurring?"
The pigfolk grinding his teeth replied, "One month!"
Lynne continued to document, calmly inquiring, "When was the last time you engaged in mating behavior? Do you have any adverse habits normally, like multiple pig activities or using certain harmful implements?"
The pigfolk stood there, arms incessantly shivering, stating, "You try asking one more time?"
Clearly, he was extremely angered by this question.
Lynne calmly extended his hand to stop him, stating, "Alright, I won't ask this question anymore, next question. During your most recent mating behavior, did you feel below..."
Lynne frowned, made a tearing gesture, and asked, "A tearing pain?"
The pigfolk truly could endure no more this time. He seized Lynne by the collar, his anger mingled with embarrassment as he roared: "I've bloody well put up with you for too long! Translate for me, what is tearing pain?! Translate it for me, what! Is! Tearing pain?!!"
Lynne extended his hand, firmly pressing against his chest, shaking his head: "Calm down, further confirmation requires the assistance of professional equipment; this is just a process I, as a doctor, must follow, fundamentally for the sake of your health! It's for your own good! You wouldn't want any lingering maladies, would you?"
The pigfolk puffed angrily through his nostrils, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed with rage, but finally, under Lynne's soothing, he let go.
[Soothing Experience +1]
[Soothing Experience +1]
[Soothing Experience +1]
Lynne, once again straightening his collar and putting down his pen, glanced at him and shook his head: "Although I do know that males, most likely, can't get pregnant, the pulse does indeed relay the signs of pregnancy, so I speculate if you didn't impregnate yourself through normal mating activities..."
Seeing that the pigfolk was about to explode in anger again, Lynne spoke faster: "There's another possibility, you might have inadvertently consumed something containing strange powers, causing a mutation within you and indirectly leading to your impregnation."
Saltedfishc You might think this is a horror story. Actually, it's comedy.
His gaze flickered. He had begun to suspect that this apprentice of Bloodsaw might have been altered by Bloodsaw into a stitched monster. No ordinary person could possibly remain so composed in his presence.
"I don't want yours; I want my own eyeball."
He uttered deeply in a raspy voice.
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 45%]
Lynne's expression was serene; he casually pressed his eyeball back into its socket and quietly sat back down. Lynne then reached into his bosom.
"This I do have."
Then, under the astonished gaze of the pigfolk, Lynne drew from his bosom a large eyeball, still sticky with flesh and blood, the eyeball still moving.
The pigfolk abruptly stood up, trembling: "This… this…"
Indeed! He recognized at a glance, that eyeball was the one that had been plucked out by the old woman. But how could his eyeball be with this human apprentice?
Lynne placed the eyeball on the counter and said quietly: "I met that kind old lady this morning; this is the toy she gave me."
[Pigfolk's Sanity -30!]
The pigfolk stared intently at the eyeball on the counter, cold sweat dripping from the pig hairs on the back of his neck, trailing down his spine.
For he knew very well the horror of that scavenger. With his own strength, he was easily robbed of his eyeball by that scavenger. If she wished, she could just as easily take his head.
And that scavenger... would actually give his eyeball to this frail human?! He found this human apprentice more and more extraordinary.
No. It was even becoming somewhat terrifying. Because he couldn't fathom the depth of this human.
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 20%]
The pigfolk stared at Lynne hesitantly and said, "The thing the old woman gave you... would you dare give it to me?"
Lynne replied indifferently, "Not give, sell. Two hundred skull coins, market price."
Was he truly unafraid? The pigfolk scrutinized him, searching for a flaw.
Could it be that he had a close relationship with that scavenger?
[Ding! Crisis reduced to 10%]
The pigfolk pulled out a money bag from his bosom and scattered a substantial amount of skull coins across the counter.
He fixed his gaze on Lynne and said, "Fine, I'll buy it."
With composure, Lynne collected the coins into the counter, then put his gloves and mask back on, and pulled out a single eyepiece, speaking lightly: "Deal. Do you want it done here, or shall we go to the operating table?"
"Here," the pigfolk declared definitively.
No resident of Wandering Soul Lane would want to go to Bloodsaw's operating table.
"Alright."
Lynne calmly picked up the bone-scraping knife and instructed, "Lean on the counter, rest your head on the table, and if it hurts, feel free to shout."
The pigfolk grinned maliciously, "Do you think I fear pain?"
Pff—
Lynne took a sip of alcohol and then sprayed it onto the bloody blade.
The pigfolk stopped talking immediately.
Lynne lit a candle and heated the blade over the flame for several minutes. With narrowed eyes, he approached him with the knife, little by little.
A drop of cold sweat plopped onto the counter.
The pigfolk shivered, "Do you need a knife just to install an eyeball?"
[Pigfolk's Sanity -10]
Lynne quietly spoke, "I just had a look. There are considerable concretions and blood clots in your eye socket. It seems you don't take good care of your eyes. Consider this step extra service; you don't have to thank me."
"Wait… wait!"
The pigfolk was horrified. But it was already too late.
Crack, crack, crack—Crack, crack, crack—
The sound of stirring and the blade scraping against bone echoed.
"Ah—Ah—"
The pigfolk let out heart-wrenching, terrified screams.
…
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
Several minutes later, Lynne cleaned the residue in his eye socket with disinfectant, wondering why this time it increased his blade skill instead of his surgical ability.
"It's done." Lynne calmly wiped clean the bone-scraping knife in his hand with a cloth.
"Don't move; I'm about to install the eyeball. If you move recklessly, be careful; it might get installed backward."
The pigfolk leaned there, white froth bubbling from his piggy mouth, his body twitching intermittently, obviously not hearing what Lynne had said.
Lynne blinked, subconsciously muttering, "Damn..."
I forgot to use anesthesia...
It seemed like he also forgot to use it the last time when he was stitching up the arm of a doll…
Whatever.
Lynne shook his head, his expression returning to calm.
He used tweezers to pick up the eye that he had just soaked in reagent, then turned his head, his gaze searching through the medicine cabinet behind him.
A few seconds later.
Lynne took out a white potion bottle from above the cabinet.
One could vaguely see that it was labeled with "Strong Glue" and a few other characters that were obviously handwritten.
"What is that!" The revived pigfolk shivered.
Holding the eyeball, Lynne shook the potion in his hand and spoke quietly: "It's a special strong adhesive I made, it can prevent your eyeball from falling out during the installation. Plus, my master's special potent healing potion guarantees a 95% success rate for the surgery."
Lynne explained seriously.
The pigfolk shivered, "Install it quickly! Did you hear me?! I don't want to stay here any longer! Did you hear me?!"
Lynne nodded, "Don't worry, we physicians have strong professional ethics."
Lynne calmly mixed the viscous potion. Then he evenly applied it around the eyeball, aligned it to the right position, and gently placed the eyeball atop the eye socket.
He took out professional tools again and adjusted the angle of the eyeball,
He felt around his toolbox. Then he took out a hammer from it.
Pigfolk: "(ΩДΩ)!!"
[Pigfolk's Sanity -20!]
"What are you doing! What are you doing!!!" The Pigfolk screamed tremblingly.
Lynne frowned, "Don't move, this is the last physical step. If it's misaligned because you moved, I will have to take it out and reinstall it, which will then add a large sum to your surgery fee."
Lynne shook his head and held down the terrified pig head. Then, carefully with the hammer, he tapped the small bracket holding the eyeball, attentively inserting the eyeball into its socket bit by bit.
A few minutes later, Lynne blinked.
The pigfolk shuddered instantly, "What happened?! What happened?!"
Lynne frowned, "It's inverted."
Pigfolk: "(ΩДΩ)!!"
"Don't worry." Lynne, with a calm expression, reached out, grabbed the bracket holding the eyeball, and forcefully pulled it up.
With a rip, amidst the horrified screams of the pigfolk and his rapidly decreasing sanity value, Lynne forcibly removed the inverted eyeball.
"It's just a minor medical accident." Lynne calmly readjusted the position, saying: "There's no charge for this. Let me adjust the position again."
The pigfolk, in terror, let out sharp screams and struggled frantically: "I don't want it anymore! I won't have it done here!!"
[Sanity-20!]
[Sanity-20!]
"Stay still!" Lynne's eyes sharpened, and he shouted: "This is the final step, as a doctor, since you have paid, I must be responsible for you! I must ensure every one of my patients leaves here intact!"
With that, Lynne fiercely raised the hammer in his hand.
"Stop!!" The Pigfolk stretched out his hand and yelled in horror.
Bang—
Sparks flew.
…
A dozen minutes later.
[Ding! Task completed. You have earned 50 skull coins, +50 surgical ability experience, and +1 special reward.]
[Ding! Due to uncontrollable special accidental reasons, the pigfolk's goodwill has transformed into fear. The pigfolk fear level +50.]
The pigfolk, shivering uncontrollably, sat there with a blank expression.
Across the counter, Lynne, clad calmly in a white coat, sat, holding a quill, leisurely writing his medical report.
He pushed a small batch of potions forward.
"These potions, half are to be taken orally, the other half applied topically, twice a day. Take them on time, and roughly in two days, your vision should start to recover. Of course, if you want more effective potions, the price will need to be tenfold."
"Time to settle the bill, including surgery fees, potion costs, and nursing fees. You've already paid for the eye charges. In total, it's 546 skull coins. If this's no issue, sign here."
Lynne looked up, his eyes, lifeless, conveyed friendly: "A fingerprint will do."
The pigfolk, with trembling hands, pressed a fingerprint onto the report. He tremulously took a large money bag from his bosom and placed over five hundred skull coins on the counter, asking: "May I leave now…"
Lynne counted the coins. He lifted his head, his gaze fell upon the pigfolk's still bulging money bag.
However, the next moment, his attention was drawn to his swelling belly.
[Ding! You've triggered the pigfolk's hidden task, Strange Belly. Task completion rewards: +50 Skull Coins, +50 Surgery Skill Experience, Unlock Diagnostic Ability.]
The pigfolk turned to leave.
Lynne abruptly reached out, stopping him: "Wait!"
It was evident; The pigfolk's body subconsciously shuddered.
"What now?!"
He turned back, just in time to see Lynne adjusting his monocle, and his eyeball, with a plop, fell onto the desk, only to be calmly picked up and pressed back by him.
[Sanity -1]
Lynne shook his head, "I've discerned some new problems within you; if not diagnosed, they might inflict unknown impacts on your body."
The pigfolk, gritting his tusks, retorted, "Don't you dare deceive me! I despise being lied to the most!"
Lynne, grave, responded, "I am a doctor, I do not deceive. Everyone who enters my shop is my patient. I must be responsible for my patients' health. If I see an issue and do not communicate it to you, that is truly a lack of medical ethics."
Facing Lynne's stern and earnest eyes, the pigfolk, albeit with significant reluctance, finally sat back down on the stool in front of the counter, his voice laden with uncertainty, "What's the problem? I feel very healthy."
Lynne donned a mask, "Extend your arm; I'll take your pulse."
The pigfolk hesitantly placed his arm, laden with pig hair, on the counter. In the end, he decided to trust him once more.
Lynne, his expression serene, placed his hand on his pulse, feeling it carefully.
[Diagnostic experience +1]
[Diagnostic experience +1]
[Diagnostic experience +1]
Gradually, The pigfolk noticed Lynne's brows furrowing; his heart instantly rose to his throat.
"Is this really a major issue?" he asked nervously. What he feared most was a doctor frowning before him. Because that certainly boded not well.
Lynne withdrew his hand, raised his head to look solemnly at the pigfolk, his brows still furrowed,
"The issue is neither minor nor severe; it depends on how it's dealt with."
The pigfolk, anxiously, "What is the problem?"
Lynne, seriously, "Ectopic pregnancy."
"…"
"…"
Brief silence and waves of cool wind whooshed in from the door.
The next moment, The pigfolk roared, abruptly seized Lynne by the collar, lifting his in his fury, he bellowed: "Ectopic pregnancy?! You bloody saying I have an ectopic pregnancy?! I'm bloody male!! I'm giving you one more chance to organize your words!!"
Lynne's expression remained tranquil. Adjusting his eyeball, he stated solemnly, "The pulse is revealing as such, there is no mistake, you must trust my medical proficiency."
The pigfolk roared, "I (beep) you (beep)!! I'll say it again! I am male!! I don't have a uterus!!"
Lynne nodded, solemnly responding, "That's why it's said to be an ectopic pregnancy. If there was a uterus, it would be more troublesome, necessitating more profound gender correction surgery, and your burden would be heavier."
"…"
"…"
The pigfolk, trembling, released Lynne's collar and slumped down onto the stool.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I am thinking about how to chop you up!" The pigfolk, his eyes brimming with anger and shame, gnashed his teeth.
"Let's not consider such irrelevant matters first."
Lynne straightened his collar, sat in front of the counter, took out a medical record, and quietly asked,
"Have you recently experienced abdominal distention and pain, dry heaving, loss of appetite, bleeding below, etc.?"
The pigfolk, slamming the table and standing up, endured his trembling and humiliation and questioned, "Tell me how I bleed below!! How do I bleed (gritting teeth)!"
Lynne continued his documentation, adjusting his eyeball, stating, "Please, patient, refrain from agitation. It's merely a standard inquiry. Excluding bleeding, have any of these symptoms occurred?"
The pigfolk, his eyes nearly bursting and teeth gritting, replied, "What if they have? Can't I just be food poisoning?"
Lynne, adjusting his eyeball, glanced at him, asking, "How long have these been occurring?"
The pigfolk grinding his teeth replied, "One month!"
Lynne continued to document, calmly inquiring, "When was the last time you engaged in mating behavior? Do you have any adverse habits normally, like multiple pig activities or using certain harmful implements?"
The pigfolk stood there, arms incessantly shivering, stating, "You try asking one more time?"
Clearly, he was extremely angered by this question.
Lynne calmly extended his hand to stop him, stating, "Alright, I won't ask this question anymore, next question. During your most recent mating behavior, did you feel below..."
Lynne frowned, made a tearing gesture, and asked, "A tearing pain?"
The pigfolk truly could endure no more this time. He seized Lynne by the collar, his anger mingled with embarrassment as he roared: "I've bloody well put up with you for too long! Translate for me, what is tearing pain?! Translate it for me, what! Is! Tearing pain?!!"
Lynne extended his hand, firmly pressing against his chest, shaking his head: "Calm down, further confirmation requires the assistance of professional equipment; this is just a process I, as a doctor, must follow, fundamentally for the sake of your health! It's for your own good! You wouldn't want any lingering maladies, would you?"
The pigfolk puffed angrily through his nostrils, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed with rage, but finally, under Lynne's soothing, he let go.
[Soothing Experience +1]
[Soothing Experience +1]
[Soothing Experience +1]
Lynne, once again straightening his collar and putting down his pen, glanced at him and shook his head: "Although I do know that males, most likely, can't get pregnant, the pulse does indeed relay the signs of pregnancy, so I speculate if you didn't impregnate yourself through normal mating activities..."
Seeing that the pigfolk was about to explode in anger again, Lynne spoke faster: "There's another possibility, you might have inadvertently consumed something containing strange powers, causing a mutation within you and indirectly leading to your impregnation."
