Strange World: This Doctor Is Scary

This is the first human being he has encountered in this dark world in the past two years.

And looking at the panel, it is still an existence with explosive combat capabilities.

"I need treatment, and some combat potions and recovery potions."

Under the big top hat, a hoarse middle-aged man's voice came out.

Lynn stood up immediately, with a professional smile on her face, and said:

"Welcome, please come in."

The demon hunter strode into the gate, and the soul lamp hanging at the gate flickered frantically and almost went out.

And this also shows that the strength of this demon hunter is outrageous.

The witcher sat in front of the counter, raised his head, and looked at Lynn.

Lynn immediately felt that his skin was burning hot and painful, and just looking at him hurt him, one can imagine the strength of this person.

"I didn't expect that in this dark world, I would still meet a living fellow."

The witcher glanced at him and said.

He took off the hip flask from his waistband, took a sip, and a strong and pungent smell of wine came to his face.

【Ding! Trigger task: Heal the wounded demon hunter, task reward: 500 skull coins, demon hunter favorability +50]

[Punishment for mission failure: Killed by a demon hunter. 】

【Ding! You trigger the fetters of the same family, and the penalty for mission failure will be erased! 】

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

As soon as he saw the mission failure penalty jump out, he had a bad feeling.

And sure enough, he didn't expect it.

A demon hunter who walks in the dark world must not have a good impression of any monsters, and fortunately he is also a human race, otherwise, this powerful man would definitely chop him up with a knife.

Lynn stabilized her mood.

He looked at the witcher calmly, and said with a smile, "Which injury do you need me to treat for you?"

Under the tall hat, the pair of pale lips moved slightly, then he took off his cloak and turned around.

In an instant, Lynn's pupils shrank.

I saw that his entire shoulder was dark and red, and there were black blood clots coagulated on it, which was extremely hideous.

The injury can be said to be very terrible.

And Lynn immediately thought of what kind of existence could have hurt the witcher like this.

The demon hunter said hoarsely: "I was plotted against by a red-clothed ghost and almost lost my life. I will not let her go, but first I have to heal my wounds."

【Ding! The system has completed a preliminary diagnosis for the host. The target's right shoulder has been eroded by the poisonous "Black Butterfly", and the poison has penetrated into the target's bones. The condition is serious. 】

"Black butterfly?" Lynn hesitated.

The demon hunter moved slightly, and said with a sneer, "You actually know this kind of poison? It seems that I underestimated you."

Lynn laughed dryly.

Do not.

He doesn't know.

He just subconsciously repeated the key terms in the system prompt.

"System, what is a black butterfly?" he asked in his heart.

【Ding! The black butterfly is a kind of aggregate in the dark world that is completely condensed by resentment and necromancy. It is extremely corrosive and corrosive to life. If it is an ordinary creature, as long as it is contaminated, it will turn into pus within five seconds. . 】

Lynn was startled.

Without further ado, Lynn put on a full set of protective clothing, a mask and gloves.

"Then can I cure it?" He asked the system in his heart.

【Ding! You can try scraping the bone to treat the poison for initial treatment. 】

The witcher turned his head and said impatiently, "Can we start?"

Lynn immediately regained consciousness, calmed down, put on a mask, and said seriously: "Guest, your injury is a bit serious, and depending on the situation, the poison has already invaded your bones. The organization should be dealt with first."

Branches——

Lynn erected two boning knives and said seriously:

"A surgical debridement is required first."

The witcher hesitated for a moment, and said, "How is your surgical ability?"

Lynn nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have a lot of experience. Although this is the second time I have undergone surgery, the previous customer gave me a high evaluation, so I still have confidence."

The witcher visibly paused for a moment.

Seems to be weighing pros and cons.

Then Lynn heard the hesitant voice from under the top hat.

"Are there any other medical stores near here?"

Lynn sharpened her two boning knives, smiled and said:

"It should be gone. Even if there was, it should have been lost by my teacher. We are not allowed to have a second medical shop here, hahahahaha..."

"..."

"..."

There was a brief silence as the wind whipped the witcher's cloak.

Then he turned around, exposed his shoulders, closed his eyes and said, "Okay! I'll trust you once, use the knife."

"Okay!" Lynn had a satisfied smile on his face.

The two big knives rubbed against each other in his hands.

clatter——

clatter——

Sparks fly.

Can be seen vaguely.

Under the face covered by the tall hat, the corners of the witcher's unshaven mouth twitched slightly.

[Demon hunter san value -1]

For some reason, he always felt that he had come to the wrong place. It didn't look like a medical shop, but a pig slaughter shop.

Is it my own illusion?

Why does this seemingly weak kid always give people the urge to turn around and run away immediately?

"Do you need anesthesia?" Lynn excitedly asked.

"unnecessary."

The witcher took a sip of wine, glanced at him, and said lightly:

"Anesthetics will only affect my nerve reflexes. Real men never use anesthetics."

Lynn gave a thumbs up with a snap, and said seriously:

"Great, I've never given anesthesia to anyone, this really bumps into my profession!"

The witcher's heart skipped a beat.

What did he just say?

But before he could react, he only heard the sound of plunging into the flesh, and his whole body stiffened in an instant.

He turned his head with a click, looked at the knife stuck on his shoulder, and said dully:

"Is this the beginning?"

Lynn calmly said, "No, I'll try the knife first."

"Oh."

The witcher turned his head dully, stretched out his hand to pick up his flagon, and subconsciously wanted to take a sip.

But for some reason, the hand holding the jug suddenly trembled.

But it shouldn't be a big problem. Although this kid looks unreliable, he definitely doesn't dare to play any evil tricks and offend this majestic demon hunter...

Puff——

Demon Hunter (ヾ????)——

"What the hell are you doing?!" The demon hunter turned his head and looked at the second knife stuck on his shoulder, his eyes tearing open.

Lynn held the toolbox seriously, and said, "Find tools of the right size, and I'll put those two as spares first."

The demon hunter's eyes were tearing open and he said, "Can't you put your spare next to it? You just want to stick it on my shoulder??!"

Lynn shook her head and said calmly: "Guest, I'm testing the sharpness of the scalpel, and you should also be aware that if a knife is not sharp, the pain will be more severe when cutting, which is very unacceptable Take it!"

"So as a doctor, I have to make sure my knife fits your flesh perfectly."

"And the place where it is inserted will be cut off later, you don't need to pay special attention to the integrity of your shoulder."

The witcher froze there.

It's so reasonable.

But didn't he really do it on purpose? Why does it sound so fallacious no matter how you listen to it!