This was the first human he had encountered in this Dark World in the past two years. Judging by the display, this was a being of explosive combat capability.
"I require healing, as well as some battle potions and recovery elixirs."
From beneath the large top hat came the raspy voice of a middle-aged man.
Lynne instantly rose to his feet, a professional smile decorating his face, saying: "Welcome, please come in."
The demon hunter strode through the main entrance, the soul lamp hanging by the door flickering frantically, nearly extinguishing. This also indicated the extraordinary strength of the demon hunter.
The demon hunter sat at the counter, lifting his head to scrutinize Lynne. Immediately, Lynne felt his skin burn with pain; a mere glance inflicted harm, illustrating the strength of this man.
"I didn't expect to encounter another of my kind, alive, in this Dark World."
The demon hunter remarked with a fleeting glance. He detached a flask from his waist, took a sip, and a strong, pungent aroma of liquor hit the air.
[Ding! Task Triggered: Heal the demon hunter, Reward: 500 Skull Coins, Demon Hunter's Favorability +50]
[Task Failure Penalty: Death by the demon hunter.]
[Ding! Kindred Bond Triggered, Task Failure Penalty Annulled.]
A thud resonated in Lynne's heart. The moment he saw the task failure penalty pop up, he sensed misfortune. And indeed, it was just as he predicted.
A demon hunter wandering the Dark World would harbor no goodwill towards any monster, and fortunately, he was also human; otherwise, this powerful man would have surely cleaved him in two.
Lynne steadied his emotions. He calmly looked at the demon hunter, smiling, "May I ask which of your wounds you would like me to heal?"
Beneath the high hat, the pair of pallid lips moved slightly, and then he removed his cloak, turning around.
In an instant, Lynne's pupils contracted. His entire shoulder was a bleak shade of dark red, upon it congealed lump after lump of dark blood, looking utterly ferocious.
The injuries could only be described as horrifying. And Lynne immediately wondered, what kind of being could have inflicted such wounds on this demon hunter.
The demon hunter spoke in a raspy voice, "I was ambushed by a red-clothed evil spirit and nearly lost my life. I won't let her go, but first, I need to heal my wounds."
[Ding! The system has completed a preliminary diagnosis for the host. The target's right shoulder has been corroded by the 'Black Butterfly's' extreme poison. The poison has penetrated the target's bones; the situation is serious.]
"Black Butterfly?" Lynne hesitated.
The demon hunter shifted slightly, sneering, "You actually know this poison? It seems I have underestimated you."
Lynne chuckled dryly.
No. He didn't know. He merely subconsciously repeated the key term from the system prompt.
"System, what is the Black Butterfly?" He asked inwardly.
[Ding! Black Butterfly is a conglomerate formed entirely by resentment and necromantic energy in the Dark World, highly corrosive and invasive to life. If an ordinary creature is contaminated, it will turn into pus and blood within five seconds.]
Lynne shuddered. Without another word, he donned a full set of protective gear, including a mask and gloves.
"Can I cure it?" He asked the system internally.
[Ding! You can attempt bone-scraping therapy for preliminary treatment.]
The demon hunter turned his head, impatiently saying, "Can we begin?"
Lynne immediately collected himself, calming his emotions, and with his mask on, seriously said, "Guest, your injuries are quite severe, and from what I see, the poison has already penetrated your bones. If you want treatment, we need to first deal with the tissues corroded by the poison."
Slick—
Lynne raised two boning knives, earnestly saying, "We need to conduct a surgical debridement first."
The demon hunter hesitated for a moment, asking, "How proficient are you in surgery?"
Lynne nodded, "Rest assured, my experience is very extensive. Although this is only my second time performing surgery, my previous patient gave me high praise. I have confidence."
The demon hunter clearly paused for a while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Then Lynne heard the hesitating voice from beneath the tall hat.
"Are there any other medical shops nearby?"
Lynne sharpened his two boning knives, laughing heartily,
"There should be none left, and even if there were, they probably would have been eradicated by my teacher. We don't allow the existence of a second medical shop around here, hehehehe…"
"…"
"…"
A fleeting silence prevailed, the wind whistling as it danced with the cloak of the demon hunter. He then turned, baring his shoulder, and with closed eyes declared, "Fine! I'll trust you this once, proceed with the blade."
"Alrighty!" A satisfied grin bloomed on Lynne's face.
Two large knives clanged and scraped against each other in his hands.
Clang—
Clang—
Sparks flew.
It was faintly visible that beneath the shadow of that tall hat, the craggy corner of the demon hunter's bearded mouth twitched slightly.
[Demon Hunter's Sanity -1]
For some unknown reason, he felt as if he had wandered into the wrong place; it didn't look like a medical shop at all, but rather more like a butcher's shop.
Was it just his illusion? Why did this seemingly weak lad always give off an urge to turn around and run immediately?
"Do you need anesthesia?" Lynne excitedly asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"No need."
The demon hunter took a sip of his drink, glanced at him, and calmly stated: "Anesthesia would only affect my neural reflex speed; a true man never uses anesthesia."
With a snap, Lynne gave a thumbs up, earnestly responding: "Great, I have never used anesthesia on anyone; it seems we are truly in sync!"
A jolt went through the demon hunter's heart. What had he just said?
However, before he could react, the sound of the blade entering the flesh resounded, and his entire body instantly stiffened.
He cranked his head around, gazing at the knife embedded in his shoulder, and mumbled in a daze: "Has it started?"
Lynne calmly replied, "No, just testing the knife."
"Oh."
The demon hunter turned his head again, in a daze, his hand reaching subconsciously for his wine flask, intending to take another sip. But for some unknown reason, the hand holding the flask trembled slightly.
There shouldn't be any big problem, this kid might seem unreliable, but he surely wouldn't dare play any tricks and offend a distinguished demon hunter...
Plunge—
The demon hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
"What the hell are you doing now?!" The demon hunter turned his head, his eyes glaring, beholding another knife embedded in his shoulder.
Lynne seriously held his toolbox, stating, "Selecting tools of appropriate size; I'll leave those two in as spares."
The demon hunter, his eyes nearly bursting, retorted, "Can't your spares be placed beside? Must you stick them in my shoulder??!"
Lynne shook his head, calmly explaining, "Sir, I am testing the sharpness of the surgical knives, you should be aware if a knife is not sharp, the pain induced while cutting would be more severe, which is extremely undesirable! So, as a doctor, I must ensure my knives perfectly suit your flesh. And the places where the knives are inserted will be cut off anyway, you don't need to be overly concerned about the condition of your shoulder."
The demon hunter was petrified in place. Damn, that made sense. But did he really do this unintentionally? Why did it sound so unreasonable no matter how he heard it!
"Stop measuring!" His teeth ground together, one hand tightly clutching the wine jug, he commanded, "Use these two knives and tend to my wounds immediately! If you dawdle, I'll end you on the spot!"
He revealed the shining revolver tied around his waist.
"But…"
"No buts! Proceed to the next step immediately!" He slapped the table, his expression fierce.
"Very well."
Lynne, reluctantly, adjusted his monocle. Then, under the watchful gaze of the demon hunter, Lynne, with bold steps, lifted the curtain and walked to the backyard, and just as the demon hunter was wondering what trick he would pull this time, Lynne emerged, carrying a furnace.
Hiss—
He stirred the coals inside with a knife, then plunged various tools from the counter into it.
[Demon Hunter's Sanity -1]
"What are you doing?" The demon hunter's eyes twitched involuntarily.
Lynne calmly picked up a red-hot knife, "Sterilizing. The Black Butterfly is an extremely aggressive, corrosive poison. To prevent the venom from accidentally seeping into your other tissues during the cleaning process… The best method is to use high temperatures to kill it. It might hurt a bit, but it's exceptionally effective."
Cling—
Lynne tapped the red-hot surgical knife, sparks flying. The demon hunter suddenly felt a dry throat, and for no apparent reason, shivered.
Although it seemed there was nothing wrong with what he said. He, himself, often cauterized his wounds with high heat to prevent infection when he was injured… But… Why did he feel Lynne was not so reliable?
"Have you ever done this before?" He hesitated.
Lynne seriously replied, "I haven't personally, but I spent two years with my master, and I've seen him do it!"
The demon hunter sighed in relief.
Lynne: "Especially when slaughtering pigs and plucking hairs, with a sweep of the red-hot knife, they all come off neatly."
Demon Hunter: "?!!!"
…
A few minutes later, Lynne pulled the two red-hot knives from the furnace and calmly walked behind the demon hunter, firmly stating: "I'm going to start! It might hurt a bit, so bear with it."
The demon hunter clenched his fists tightly, eyes closed, grinding his teeth, "I can certainly bear it, but I just want to ask, what the hell are all these plates on the counter for? Cooking?!"
He roared, pointing to the plates on the counter before him, and the dining cloth Lynne had tied around his neck. Those in the know would think he was here for surgery; those not in the know would think he was here to dine!
Lynne seriously replied: "You're overthinking it, sir. These plates are to hold the necrotic flesh that will be cut away shortly because we must administer the appropriate regenerative potion based on the amount of flesh removed. Otherwise, if the dosage is not calculated correctly, it could lead to unnecessary tissue growth on your shoulder. This is for your own good."
The demon hunter gritted his teeth.
"Start cutting!!"
If it wasn't for the fact that this was the only potion shop within hundreds of kilometers, he swore he would never set foot in this damned place. Because it always felt like a trap!
"Alright! I'm going to begin!"
Lynne's expression was serious.
In an instant.
Thud—Thud—
The sound of knives entering flesh resounded, followed by the continuous sounds of cutting and sizzling.
Aow—
Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
It hurt! It hurt like a motherf(beeeep)! And it wasn't just the pain of being cut, but also the pain of being burned, even mixed with a hint of aching. Damn it! It also had layered pain like minced meat!
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
"If it hurts, it's not too late to administer an anesthetic!" Lynne advised seriously.
At the same time, he wondered why he was gaining experience in knife skills instead of surgical skills.
"Get lost!" The demon hunter roared, "Where do you see that I am in pain? I am not hurting at all, okay?!"
The demon hunter shivered, hugging the counter, his face pale and trembling.
Lynne adjusted his single-lens glasses, and with the other hand holding the knife, he was debriding briskly and coughed, "Could you please loosen your grip on my counter, and move the nails embedded in the edge of the table? It's made of fine antique wood and is very expensive."
The demon hunter roared, "I'll pay you double! What's the big deal!? You won't even let me grab something?! Cut! Cut harder! If you dawdle, I'll chop off your hands!"
Lynne, seriously holding the knives, said: "I've been waiting for you to say that, then I'll really start cutting!"
The demon hunter shivered.
"Hold on!"
Swish swish swish swish—
Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
"God! God! My God!"
He immediately saw, one after another, pieces of blackened, meat-scented necrotic flesh, neatly flying onto the plate. And based on these fluent knife skills, whether it was peeling or cutting meat, it was indeed impeccable, anyone who saw it would involuntarily give a thumbs up.
But...
"Are you performing surgery on me, or are you quartering me!!"
The demon hunter, banging on the table, roared, his eyes rolling back, and his body sweating like rain.
"You're really wasting your talent not being an executioner! Even the thickness is uniform! Stop! Stop it right now!"
Seeing this, Lynne also became anxious. He slammed the table, furiously saying, "Why are you so talkative! You're unhappy when I cut slow, unhappy when I cut fast, and you don't want anesthesia, what do you want!"
The demon hunter held the counter tightly and roared, "Can't you just gouge it out at once? Why do you have to slice it piece by piece, are you afraid I'll leave too hastily?"
Lynne retorted, "If it's done in one go, wouldn't it become a one-cut deal?!"
"..."
"..."
The demon hunter was stupefied, "What are you saying?"
Lynne glared, "What I'm saying is that things need to be done meticulously. Cutting it off with one stroke might be fast, but if it hits a major artery, I assure you, you'll leave even more hastily! I am a doctor, a white-cloaked angel, you have to trust me. I treat my patients like my own children, I would never allow my children to pass away without receiving treatment!"
The demon hunter, trembling, lips parted, finally couldn't help but roar: "Cut! Just cut! I'll never come to this damned shop again!"
"Don't worry, after I perform the surgery, you will definitely fall in love with my knife!"
Swish swish swish swish—
Swish swish swish swish—
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
...
Ten minutes later.
The demon hunter, like a dead pig, was hugging the counter and lying there, his mouth continuously bubbling with foam, eyes rolled back so much that almost no iris was visible, his body twitching, obviously, he had fainted.
Bubble Bubble—
He felt as if he had had a dream. There was a demon behind him holding two sharp knives, with a ferocious smile, slicing him into pieces. Even placing his flesh in front of him, letting him appraise.
"Alright! The preliminary debridement is complete."
Lynne picked up the liquor he had placed on the table, mixed it with some medical alcohol, and gargled it in his mouth.
Then, with a 'puff', he sprayed it onto the wound on his shoulder.
"Ow——"
This was the first human he had encountered in this Dark World in the past two years. Judging by the display, this was a being of explosive combat capability.
"I require healing, as well as some battle potions and recovery elixirs."
From beneath the large top hat came the raspy voice of a middle-aged man.
Lynne instantly rose to his feet, a professional smile decorating his face, saying: "Welcome, please come in."
The demon hunter strode through the main entrance, the soul lamp hanging by the door flickering frantically, nearly extinguishing. This also indicated the extraordinary strength of the demon hunter.
The demon hunter sat at the counter, lifting his head to scrutinize Lynne. Immediately, Lynne felt his skin burn with pain; a mere glance inflicted harm, illustrating the strength of this man.
"I didn't expect to encounter another of my kind, alive, in this Dark World."
The demon hunter remarked with a fleeting glance. He detached a flask from his waist, took a sip, and a strong, pungent aroma of liquor hit the air.
[Ding! Task Triggered: Heal the demon hunter, Reward: 500 Skull Coins, Demon Hunter's Favorability +50]
[Task Failure Penalty: Death by the demon hunter.]
[Ding! Kindred Bond Triggered, Task Failure Penalty Annulled.]
A thud resonated in Lynne's heart. The moment he saw the task failure penalty pop up, he sensed misfortune. And indeed, it was just as he predicted.
A demon hunter wandering the Dark World would harbor no goodwill towards any monster, and fortunately, he was also human; otherwise, this powerful man would have surely cleaved him in two.
Lynne steadied his emotions. He calmly looked at the demon hunter, smiling, "May I ask which of your wounds you would like me to heal?"
Beneath the high hat, the pair of pallid lips moved slightly, and then he removed his cloak, turning around.
In an instant, Lynne's pupils contracted. His entire shoulder was a bleak shade of dark red, upon it congealed lump after lump of dark blood, looking utterly ferocious.
The injuries could only be described as horrifying. And Lynne immediately wondered, what kind of being could have inflicted such wounds on this demon hunter.
The demon hunter spoke in a raspy voice, "I was ambushed by a red-clothed evil spirit and nearly lost my life. I won't let her go, but first, I need to heal my wounds."
[Ding! The system has completed a preliminary diagnosis for the host. The target's right shoulder has been corroded by the 'Black Butterfly's' extreme poison. The poison has penetrated the target's bones; the situation is serious.]
"Black Butterfly?" Lynne hesitated.
The demon hunter shifted slightly, sneering, "You actually know this poison? It seems I have underestimated you."
Lynne chuckled dryly.
No. He didn't know. He merely subconsciously repeated the key term from the system prompt.
"System, what is the Black Butterfly?" He asked inwardly.
[Ding! Black Butterfly is a conglomerate formed entirely by resentment and necromantic energy in the Dark World, highly corrosive and invasive to life. If an ordinary creature is contaminated, it will turn into pus and blood within five seconds.]
Lynne shuddered. Without another word, he donned a full set of protective gear, including a mask and gloves.
"Can I cure it?" He asked the system internally.
[Ding! You can attempt bone-scraping therapy for preliminary treatment.]
The demon hunter turned his head, impatiently saying, "Can we begin?"
Lynne immediately collected himself, calming his emotions, and with his mask on, seriously said, "Guest, your injuries are quite severe, and from what I see, the poison has already penetrated your bones. If you want treatment, we need to first deal with the tissues corroded by the poison."
Slick—
Lynne raised two boning knives, earnestly saying, "We need to conduct a surgical debridement first."
The demon hunter hesitated for a moment, asking, "How proficient are you in surgery?"
Lynne nodded, "Rest assured, my experience is very extensive. Although this is only my second time performing surgery, my previous patient gave me high praise. I have confidence."
The demon hunter clearly paused for a while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Then Lynne heard the hesitating voice from beneath the tall hat.
"Are there any other medical shops nearby?"
Lynne sharpened his two boning knives, laughing heartily,
"There should be none left, and even if there were, they probably would have been eradicated by my teacher. We don't allow the existence of a second medical shop around here, hehehehe…"
"…"
"…"
A fleeting silence prevailed, the wind whistling as it danced with the cloak of the demon hunter. He then turned, baring his shoulder, and with closed eyes declared, "Fine! I'll trust you this once, proceed with the blade."
"Alrighty!" A satisfied grin bloomed on Lynne's face.
Two large knives clanged and scraped against each other in his hands.
Clang—
Clang—
Sparks flew.
It was faintly visible that beneath the shadow of that tall hat, the craggy corner of the demon hunter's bearded mouth twitched slightly.
[Demon Hunter's Sanity -1]
For some unknown reason, he felt as if he had wandered into the wrong place; it didn't look like a medical shop at all, but rather more like a butcher's shop.
Was it just his illusion? Why did this seemingly weak lad always give off an urge to turn around and run immediately?
"Do you need anesthesia?" Lynne excitedly asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"No need."
The demon hunter took a sip of his drink, glanced at him, and calmly stated: "Anesthesia would only affect my neural reflex speed; a true man never uses anesthesia."
With a snap, Lynne gave a thumbs up, earnestly responding: "Great, I have never used anesthesia on anyone; it seems we are truly in sync!"
A jolt went through the demon hunter's heart. What had he just said?
However, before he could react, the sound of the blade entering the flesh resounded, and his entire body instantly stiffened.
He cranked his head around, gazing at the knife embedded in his shoulder, and mumbled in a daze: "Has it started?"
Lynne calmly replied, "No, just testing the knife."
"Oh."
The demon hunter turned his head again, in a daze, his hand reaching subconsciously for his wine flask, intending to take another sip. But for some unknown reason, the hand holding the flask trembled slightly.
There shouldn't be any big problem, this kid might seem unreliable, but he surely wouldn't dare play any tricks and offend a distinguished demon hunter...
Plunge—
The demon hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
"What the hell are you doing now?!" The demon hunter turned his head, his eyes glaring, beholding another knife embedded in his shoulder.
Lynne seriously held his toolbox, stating, "Selecting tools of appropriate size; I'll leave those two in as spares."
The demon hunter, his eyes nearly bursting, retorted, "Can't your spares be placed beside? Must you stick them in my shoulder??!"
Lynne shook his head, calmly explaining, "Sir, I am testing the sharpness of the surgical knives, you should be aware if a knife is not sharp, the pain induced while cutting would be more severe, which is extremely undesirable! So, as a doctor, I must ensure my knives perfectly suit your flesh. And the places where the knives are inserted will be cut off anyway, you don't need to be overly concerned about the condition of your shoulder."
The demon hunter was petrified in place. Damn, that made sense. But did he really do this unintentionally? Why did it sound so unreasonable no matter how he heard it!
"Stop measuring!" His teeth ground together, one hand tightly clutching the wine jug, he commanded, "Use these two knives and tend to my wounds immediately! If you dawdle, I'll end you on the spot!"
He revealed the shining revolver tied around his waist.
"But…"
"No buts! Proceed to the next step immediately!" He slapped the table, his expression fierce.
"Very well."
Lynne, reluctantly, adjusted his monocle. Then, under the watchful gaze of the demon hunter, Lynne, with bold steps, lifted the curtain and walked to the backyard, and just as the demon hunter was wondering what trick he would pull this time, Lynne emerged, carrying a furnace.
Hiss—
He stirred the coals inside with a knife, then plunged various tools from the counter into it.
[Demon Hunter's Sanity -1]
"What are you doing?" The demon hunter's eyes twitched involuntarily.
Lynne calmly picked up a red-hot knife, "Sterilizing. The Black Butterfly is an extremely aggressive, corrosive poison. To prevent the venom from accidentally seeping into your other tissues during the cleaning process… The best method is to use high temperatures to kill it. It might hurt a bit, but it's exceptionally effective."
Cling—
Lynne tapped the red-hot surgical knife, sparks flying. The demon hunter suddenly felt a dry throat, and for no apparent reason, shivered.
Although it seemed there was nothing wrong with what he said. He, himself, often cauterized his wounds with high heat to prevent infection when he was injured… But… Why did he feel Lynne was not so reliable?
"Have you ever done this before?" He hesitated.
Lynne seriously replied, "I haven't personally, but I spent two years with my master, and I've seen him do it!"
The demon hunter sighed in relief.
Lynne: "Especially when slaughtering pigs and plucking hairs, with a sweep of the red-hot knife, they all come off neatly."
Demon Hunter: "?!!!"
…
A few minutes later, Lynne pulled the two red-hot knives from the furnace and calmly walked behind the demon hunter, firmly stating: "I'm going to start! It might hurt a bit, so bear with it."
The demon hunter clenched his fists tightly, eyes closed, grinding his teeth, "I can certainly bear it, but I just want to ask, what the hell are all these plates on the counter for? Cooking?!"
He roared, pointing to the plates on the counter before him, and the dining cloth Lynne had tied around his neck. Those in the know would think he was here for surgery; those not in the know would think he was here to dine!
Lynne seriously replied: "You're overthinking it, sir. These plates are to hold the necrotic flesh that will be cut away shortly because we must administer the appropriate regenerative potion based on the amount of flesh removed. Otherwise, if the dosage is not calculated correctly, it could lead to unnecessary tissue growth on your shoulder. This is for your own good."
The demon hunter gritted his teeth.
"Start cutting!!"
If it wasn't for the fact that this was the only potion shop within hundreds of kilometers, he swore he would never set foot in this damned place. Because it always felt like a trap!
"Alright! I'm going to begin!"
Lynne's expression was serious.
In an instant.
Thud—Thud—
The sound of knives entering flesh resounded, followed by the continuous sounds of cutting and sizzling.
Aow—
Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
It hurt! It hurt like a motherf(beeeep)! And it wasn't just the pain of being cut, but also the pain of being burned, even mixed with a hint of aching. Damn it! It also had layered pain like minced meat!
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
"If it hurts, it's not too late to administer an anesthetic!" Lynne advised seriously.
At the same time, he wondered why he was gaining experience in knife skills instead of surgical skills.
"Get lost!" The demon hunter roared, "Where do you see that I am in pain? I am not hurting at all, okay?!"
The demon hunter shivered, hugging the counter, his face pale and trembling.
Lynne adjusted his single-lens glasses, and with the other hand holding the knife, he was debriding briskly and coughed, "Could you please loosen your grip on my counter, and move the nails embedded in the edge of the table? It's made of fine antique wood and is very expensive."
The demon hunter roared, "I'll pay you double! What's the big deal!? You won't even let me grab something?! Cut! Cut harder! If you dawdle, I'll chop off your hands!"
Lynne, seriously holding the knives, said: "I've been waiting for you to say that, then I'll really start cutting!"
The demon hunter shivered.
"Hold on!"
Swish swish swish swish—
Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—
"God! God! My God!"
He immediately saw, one after another, pieces of blackened, meat-scented necrotic flesh, neatly flying onto the plate. And based on these fluent knife skills, whether it was peeling or cutting meat, it was indeed impeccable, anyone who saw it would involuntarily give a thumbs up.
But...
"Are you performing surgery on me, or are you quartering me!!"
The demon hunter, banging on the table, roared, his eyes rolling back, and his body sweating like rain.
"You're really wasting your talent not being an executioner! Even the thickness is uniform! Stop! Stop it right now!"
Seeing this, Lynne also became anxious. He slammed the table, furiously saying, "Why are you so talkative! You're unhappy when I cut slow, unhappy when I cut fast, and you don't want anesthesia, what do you want!"
The demon hunter held the counter tightly and roared, "Can't you just gouge it out at once? Why do you have to slice it piece by piece, are you afraid I'll leave too hastily?"
Lynne retorted, "If it's done in one go, wouldn't it become a one-cut deal?!"
"..."
"..."
The demon hunter was stupefied, "What are you saying?"
Lynne glared, "What I'm saying is that things need to be done meticulously. Cutting it off with one stroke might be fast, but if it hits a major artery, I assure you, you'll leave even more hastily! I am a doctor, a white-cloaked angel, you have to trust me. I treat my patients like my own children, I would never allow my children to pass away without receiving treatment!"
The demon hunter, trembling, lips parted, finally couldn't help but roar: "Cut! Just cut! I'll never come to this damned shop again!"
"Don't worry, after I perform the surgery, you will definitely fall in love with my knife!"
Swish swish swish swish—
Swish swish swish swish—
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
[Knife Skill Experience +1]
...
Ten minutes later.
The demon hunter, like a dead pig, was hugging the counter and lying there, his mouth continuously bubbling with foam, eyes rolled back so much that almost no iris was visible, his body twitching, obviously, he had fainted.
Bubble Bubble—
He felt as if he had had a dream. There was a demon behind him holding two sharp knives, with a ferocious smile, slicing him into pieces. Even placing his flesh in front of him, letting him appraise.
"Alright! The preliminary debridement is complete."
Lynne picked up the liquor he had placed on the table, mixed it with some medical alcohol, and gargled it in his mouth.
Then, with a 'puff', he sprayed it onto the wound on his shoulder.
"Ow——"
