Several minutes later.
[Ding! You have completed the task.You obtained: Skull Coins ×50, Surgery Skill EXP +50, Special Reward +1]
[Ding! Due to uncontrollable special circumstances, the Pig-Head Demon's Favorability has converted into Fear.Pig-Head Demon Fear +50]
The Pig-Head Demon sat there, trembling uncontrollably, his expression vacant.
Across the counter, Lynn calmly sat in a white coat, holding a quill pen, unhurriedly writing his medical report.
He pushed a small bundle of potions forward.
"These potions—half are to be taken orally, half applied externally. Twice a day, on schedule. In about two days, your eye should begin to recover basic vision. Of course, if you want faster results, the price will increase tenfold."
"Now for the bill. Including the surgery fee, medication fee, nursing fee—the eyeball itself has already been paid for—the total comes to 546 Skull Coins. If everything is correct, please sign here."
Lynn raised his head, stared with his dead-fish eyes, and said pleasantly:
"A fingerprint will also do."
The Pig-Head Demon shakily extended a hand and pressed a fingerprint onto the report.
Trembling, he pulled out a large coin pouch from his chest and poured over five hundred Skull Coins onto the counter.
"…Can I leave now?" he asked weakly.
Lynn counted the coins.
Then his gaze drifted to the still-bulging coin pouch at the Pig-Head Demon's waist.
But the next moment, his eyes were drawn to the demon's protruding belly.
[Ding! You have triggered a hidden task: The Abnormal Belly of the Pig-Head Demon.Task Reward: Skull Coins +50, Surgery Skill EXP +50, Unlock Diagnostic Vision]
The Pig-Head Demon turned to leave.
Lynn suddenly raised a hand."Wait."
The Pig-Head Demon's body instinctively stiffened.
"What now?!"
He turned around—just in time to see Lynn adjust his monocle. The eyeball slipped out with a plop, landed on the table, and was calmly picked up and pressed back into place.
[Sanity −1]
Lynn shook his head.
"I've noticed a new issue with your body. If it isn't examined, it may cause unpredictable consequences."
The Pig-Head Demon bared his tusks.
"Don't lie to me! I hate liars the most!"
Lynn said solemnly, "I am a doctor. I don't lie. Anyone who enters my shop is my patient, and I am responsible for my patients' bodies. If I see a problem and don't tell you—that would be true medical malpractice."
Seeing the seriousness in Lynn's eyes, the Pig-Head Demon finally—though extremely reluctant—sat back down on the stool.
"…Where's the problem? I feel perfectly healthy."
Lynn put on a mask.
"Extend your arm. I'll check your pulse."
The Pig-Head Demon hesitantly placed his bristly arm on the counter.
In the end, he chose to trust him one last time.
Lynn calmly placed his fingers on the pulse point, carefully sensing.
[Diagnosis EXP +1][Diagnosis EXP +1][Diagnosis EXP +1]
Slowly, the Pig-Head Demon saw Lynn's brow furrow—and his heart jumped to his throat.
"Is… is it serious?" he asked nervously.
Nothing scared him more than a doctor frowning.
Because that was never good news.
Lynn withdrew his hand, looked up at him solemnly, and said:
"It's not a small problem—but it's not huge either. It depends on how it's handled."
The Pig-Head Demon swallowed.
"What is it?"
Lynn said gravely:
"Ectopic pregnancy."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence. Cold wind blew in through the door.
The next instant, the Pig-Head Demon roared and grabbed Lynn by the collar, lifting him up in fury.
"ECTOPIC PREGNANCY?!Are you saying I have an ectopic pregnancy?!I'M MALE!!I'LL GIVE YOU ONE MORE CHANCE TO REPHRASE THAT!!"
Lynn remained calm.
He adjusted his eyeball and said seriously:
"The pulse indicates it clearly. You should trust my medical expertise."
The Pig-Head Demon howled:
"EXPERT MY ASS!!I'M MALE!!I DON'T EVEN HAVE A UTERUS!!"
Lynn nodded slowly.
"Exactly why it's ectopic. If you did have one, the situation would be even more complicated—we'd be talking about advanced gender correction surgery, and your financial burden would increase significantly."
"..."
"..."
The Pig-Head Demon trembled, released Lynn's collar, and collapsed onto the stool.
"What are you thinking?" Lynn asked.
"I'm thinking about how to chop you into pieces!" the Pig-Head Demon snarled, grinding his teeth in humiliation.
"Let's not think about unproductive things."
Lynn straightened his collar, sat down, took out a medical form, and said calmly:
"Recently, have you experienced abdominal bloating, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, or bleeding from below?"
The Pig-Head Demon slammed the counter and roared:
"BLEEDING FROM BELOW?!HOW EXACTLY DO YOU IMAGINE THAT WORKS?!"
Lynn continued writing.
"Please remain calm. Routine inquiry. Excluding lower-body bleeding, have any of the other symptoms appeared?"
The Pig-Head Demon snarled:
"So what if they did?! Am I not allowed to have food poisoning?!"
Lynn adjusted his eyeball and glanced at him.
"How long has it been going on?"
"…One month."
Lynn continued recording.
"When was your last mating activity? Any unhealthy habits—such as excessive group activity or the use of improper devices?"
The Pig-Head Demon stood frozen, arms shaking violently.
"Ask that one more time and see what happens."
Lynn calmly raised a hand.
"Alright, we'll skip that. Next question."
"During your most recent mating activity, did you experience…"He frowned, making a blooming gesture with his hand."…a sensation similar to tearing pain?"
That was the final straw.
The Pig-Head Demon grabbed Lynn by the collar again and roared:
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!EXPLAIN IT TO ME—WHAT THE HELL IS 'TEARING PAIN'?!TRANSLATE IT!!"
Lynn pressed a firm hand against his chest and shook his head.
"Calm down. Further diagnosis requires professional equipment. This is simply standard medical procedure, done purely for your health. It's for your own good."
"I assume you wouldn't want to leave behind a hidden condition?"
The Pig-Head Demon snorted heavily, chest heaving with rage—but finally released him.
[Soothing EXP +1][Soothing EXP +1][Soothing EXP +1]
Lynn straightened his collar once more, put down the pen, glanced at him, and said:
"Although males generally don't become pregnant, the pulse unmistakably indicates gestation."
"So I suspect—if this wasn't caused by normal reproductive activity…"
Seeing the Pig-Head Demon about to explode again, Lynn quickly continued:
"…then there is another possibility."
"You may have accidentally ingested something containing abnormal power—something that mutated inside your body and indirectly caused this condition."