The Witcher (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)--was jolted straight out of unconsciousness by the explosive impact of that mouthful of potent liquor and alcohol.
He reached out, shaking and trembling, and kept crawling forward as he said:
"Enough! Enough! Let me leave! Let me leave right now!"
Lynn carefully sharpened his knife and said with a chuckle:
"Leave? Customer, you must be joking. We've only just finished cleaning and disinfecting the wound. We haven't done the most important step yet. Look!"
"While you were unconscious, I even made a special design to help you relax. Take a look. Isn't it very nice?"
The Witcher turned his head in trembling horror and looked at the wound on his shoulder.
(ΩДΩ)!!
[Witcher's Sanity Value -20]
In an instant, the Witcher completely lost it.
There, on the sinister black bone in his shoulder, Lynn had actually carved a distinctive "♥".
It even looked fucking cute!
"Do you feel more relaxed now?" Lynn asked earnestly.
The Witcher (ΩДΩ) said, "Relax, my (beep) fucking (beep)! I'll xx your (beep) fucking (beep)! I'll fucking kill you!"
Trembling, the Witcher whipped a revolver out of his belt.
He aimed it straight at Lynn.
Whoosh--
Lynn hurled a knife straight into the muzzle of the Witcher's revolver and said quietly:
"Customer, the operation isn't over yet. Killing me now would be the height of irresponsibility toward yourself. I'm saving you, yet you want to kill me. Don't you think that's shameless?"
"I'm telling you, I have medical ethics. Even if you want to kill me, you have to wait until I've finished your operation!"
"I will never allow a patient's treatment to be abandoned halfway through while they're in my care!"
He pushed up his monocle with the back of his hand, his face utterly solemn, and a gleam flashed across the lens with a ding.
The Witcher trembled.
Bang, bang, bang--
He fired more than a dozen shots into the ceiling.
"I'm warning you, no more fucking designs, and stop wasting my time! What else are you going to do?!"
Lynn held up a small knife and said solemnly:
"Scrape the bone!"
A few minutes later.
The Witcher watched in trembling horror as Lynn used chains he had scrounged up from somewhere to bind him from head to toe like a giant rice dumpling.
"If you're going to scrape, just scrape! Why are you tying me up?! Do you really think ordinary chains like these can hold a Witcher?! You're too naive!"
Lynn pushed up his glasses, his face utterly solemn, and said:
"Customer."
"It's not that I want to tie you up. I'm just afraid that during the operation, you won't be able to stand the pain and will raise your gun and shoot me."
"My death wouldn't matter, but a failed operation would be the greatest insult to me, as well as the height of irresponsibility toward yourself. So I have no choice but to resort to this."
Lynn moved behind him, raised the small knife, and said earnestly and solemnly:
"Customer, I'm going to start scraping! Bear with it! This time, the pain really will be bone-deep, literally."
"Wait, let me get ready..."
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape--
"Aaaaargh--"
The Witcher's mouth stretched wide in horror as he let out a long howl that chilled anyone who heard it to the bone.
If the wound cleaning earlier had felt like being carved up with a knife, this bare-bones scraping felt like someone landing hundreds of fucking uppercuts on your balls, one after another!
"Fuck! You!! Fuck you!!"
The Witcher roared and thrashed violently, nearly snapping the chains around him.
[Witcher's fear of you +10] [Witcher's fear of you +10]
"Stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts!"
The Witcher roared in terror, finally breaking down completely.
Lynn gritted his teeth too, struggling to restrain him as he scraped the blackened bone with rapid strokes of his knife and said:
"Bear with it! Real men never fear pain! Better a short agony than a long one. Just grit your teeth and it'll be over!"
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape--
[Knife Skills +2] [Knife Skills +2]
The Witcher threw his head back and howled, then bit down on the chains, trembling, sending sparks flying.
"Anesthetic... anesthetic!! Give me anesthetic right now!! I can't take it! I can't take it anymore!"
Lynn kept scraping with a (╬￣皿￣) expression and said, "Anesthetic won't help now. I can't exactly inject it into your bones! Just hold on a little longer. It'll be over soon!"
[Knife Skills +2]
"Like hell I believe you!!"
Roaring, the Witcher finally snapped the chains around him and reached for his revolver on the counter.
He wanted to shoot Lynn dead!
Seeing what he was doing, Lynn lost his temper too.
Fuck!
I'm busting my ass scraping your bones to heal you, and you keep trying to shoot me!
This is too fucking much! Too fucking much!
(╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻
Whoosh--
Lynn grabbed the revolver before he could reach it, jammed it into his mouth, and snapped furiously:
"Just try moving again!!"
"If you won't cooperate with my work, I'll shoot you dead!"
"I'm telling you! I'm a doctor! You can insult my character, but you can't insult my compassion for the injured! Even if it fucking kills me, I'm going to cure you today!"
Lynn roared.
With the gun barrel in his mouth, the terrified Witcher threw his head back and howled, tears streaming down his face.
I'm done! I really don't want this anymore!
He had wandered the Dark World for years and suffered countless injuries, but this was the first time a doctor had ever taught him what it meant to have no control over his own life, what it meant to wish he were dead!
It hurts!
This bastard is scraping without any fucking anesthesia!
"Goddammit (╬￣皿￣), I'm done wasting time with you. I'm bringing out the big guns!"
Lynn rushed into the backyard.
Then he stormed back out with a chainsaw, his teeth clenched.
The Witcher (ΩДΩ)!!
[Sanity Value -10] [Sanity Value -10]
"What are you doing?! What the fuck are you doing?! Stay away!"
The Witcher backed away in horror.
With a (╬￣皿￣) expression, Lynn yanked the chainsaw's starter, and it instantly roared to life.
"Your bones are too hard. Scraping them by hand would take hours. Rather than waste all that time, I might as well get it done in one go!"
"With this big guy doing the scraping, it'll definitely be a short agony instead of a long one!"
"Here I go!"
"Wait a second (ΩДΩ)!!"
Bzzzzzzzz--
In an instant, piercing screams of terror rang through the sky.
[Witcher's Sanity Value -20] [Witcher's Sanity Value -20]
"Shopkeeper, I'd like a few Recovery Potions. Do you have any new stock?"
Outside the door, a Long-Haired Female Ghost floated sideways into view with a (*￣︶￣) expression. Her body drifted lightly, and one look was enough to tell she wasn't the troublesome sort of customer.
But just as she arrived at the doorway.
Smack--
A hand suddenly grabbed her ankle.
Her expression immediately froze.
Then, beneath the curtain, she saw a dying Witcher with a deathly pale face and violently trembling lips. He clung desperately to the threshold with one hand and gripped her ankle with the other, trembling as he said:
"Save me... save me!!"
Then she immediately heard the buzzing of a chainsaw behind the curtain.
Dazed, she shakily extended her pale hand and gently lifted a corner of the curtain.
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