From the operating room downstairs came one piercing, indescribable scream after another.
"Lynn!! You... you bastard!! You actually made me... made... made me drink a (beep-) potion!!"
"Aaaah! Damn you! H... h-help... help me... I can't take it!"
"You're finished! You're done for! I will... I will never let you get away with this! Eeeek! Waaaah!!"
Shrill, furious, broken cries kept coming from downstairs.
At the same time, system notifications kept ringing in Lynn's ears.
[Ding! Madam Doll's affection toward you -1] [Ding! Madam Doll's affection toward you -1] [Ding! Madam Doll's terror level toward you +10] [Ding! Madam Doll's terror level toward you =11]
All manner of notifications battered Lynn's eardrums, but he kept his eyes closed and his ears plugged with cotton, selectively hearing nothing as he pretended to doze.
Gradually, as time passed...
Those furious, fragmented words finally stopped forming coherent sentences.
"D... doctor... good doctor! Good boy! Please! H... hurry in... come into this room!"
"I... I don't mean anything else! Really, aaaah!! Just come keep me... keep me company... talk to me... I mean it, waaah!"
"I can't take it! I really can't! If... if you're embarrassed... go... go get your teacher... that would work too-waaah..."
But Lynn kept his eyes closed and heard nothing.
As a doctor...
Lynn had to maintain his professional standards.
They had only just begun the first course of treatment. Judging by the dosage, the effects would probably last at least another four or five hours.
Lynn counted silently, waiting for time to pass.
[Ding! Your mission target's current status has changed: fragmented thoughts] [Ding! Your mission target's status has changed: convulsions and unconsciousness] [Ding! Your mission target's status has changed: awake]
Accompanied by the system notifications constantly ringing in his head...
Time flew by.
And