CHAPTER 228: ONE LIE, AND MAY HEAVEN STRIKE ME WITH THUNDER

Lynn said in surprise, "Was it you who saved me?"

Raven stood up calmly, looking down at him and said, "Although I don't like you at all, you demon, as a doctor, even if it's a... slime in front of me, I can't just stand by and do nothing."

He had originally intended to say that (beep) word, but felt it wasn't very civilized, so he changed it at the last moment.

Lynn's eyes instantly turned red, damn it.

His heart immediately brewed up a 100,000-word sentimental soft essay that he wanted to express.

"Cut the crap."

Raven calmly crossed his arms, promptly interrupting his emotional buildup, and looked down at him:

"Tell me about it, it's interrogation time now. Where did you learn that special diagnostic ability, and how did you get hit with that curse? I suggest you be honest."

Ding—

A slender scalpel magically appeared in his hand as if performing a trick.

"We Night Doctors rarely kill people." He cracked his neck casually and said calmly:

"But we do know some methods of interrogation and coercion, and we're quite professional at it."

[Ding! You have triggered a special option task!]

[Task Branch One]: Punch him and teach him how to write the words "grandpa," task reward: 5 Black Skull Coins.

[Task Branch Two]: Sneer coldly to show how awesome you are! Task reward: 3 Black Skull Coins.

[Task Branch Three]: Smile and tell him "I know how too, and I'm very professional!" Task reward: 1 Black Skull Coin.

[Task Branch Four]: Answer Raven's questions truthfully and appropriately, task reward: 300 Skeleton Coins.

Hearing the system prompt in his ear.

Lynn chuckled inwardly.

The dog's deliberately trying to annoy me, huh?

What a little rascal!

He looked at Raven in front of him, instinctively reaching to adjust his monocle, but finding none, he reluctantly lowered his hand.

Then.

He sneered coldly at Raven, making himself look incredibly awesome, and said:

"I know how too, and I'm very professional!"

[Ding! Raven's affinity toward you -10]

Just as Raven was about to offer some "concern" about his arrogant attitude.

Lynn immediately used Flesh Calamity to press down on his brain nerve endings, his eyes rolled back, everything went dark before him, and he fell backward with a thud, white foam bubbling from his mouth. ꞦÂƝȮꞖÊŚ

Raven: "?!!!"

Before losing consciousness, Lynn heard Raven's urgent shout.

"Someone! Post-surgery complications! He's passed out! He's passed out! Quick, bring me my medical kit!"

...

Several minutes later.

After being resuscitated, Lynn rubbed his forehead weakly and said:

"Sorry, Mr. Raven, there might still be some lingering aftereffects of that curse in my brain. I was clearly in a blackout state just now. I'm very sorry for my disrespect toward you."

Raven raised an eyebrow and said:

"It's fine. Now can you answer my questions?"

Lynn nodded rapidly up and down and said: "Absolutely no problem."

[Ding...]

Two seemingly reluctant prompts sounded in Lynn's ear.

Lynn stuffed the four Black Skull Coins he'd freeloaded into his chest, then thought for a moment and said seriously:

"That curse is quite special. I encountered a Pig-Headed Butcher a few days ago when I went to provide medical services at someone's home, and I obtained it through a transaction with him."

Raven raised an eyebrow: "Pig-Headed Butcher? Obtained through a transaction?"

Lynn nodded: "That's right. The situation was urgent at the time. To save a little girl, I had no choice but to drink a soup prepared by that Pig-Headed Butcher. That soup gave me some knowledge and also gave me a curse."

"And that curse is the [Crying Clown] that made me lose control."

Raven frowned, looking Lynn up and down: "You actually know the name of that curse?"

Lynn took a deep breath and said with complexity:

"Yes, after I finished drinking the soup, my respected teacher diagnosed me and told me this name. But I only confirmed what specific effects it would have on me when I came here."

He shook his head.

"But by then it was already too late. The curse's effects on me came far too quickly."

Raven glanced at the door and said:

"Are you telling the truth?"

Lynn smiled bitterly: "Mr. Raven, why would I need to lie to you? Lying to you brings me no benefits at all."

Raven looked at him suspiciously: "Second question, where did you learn that diagnostic ability? Don't tell me you were born with it? No creature can possess such terrifying ability."

Lynn raised his head, his gaze somewhat melancholy, then shook his head with a bitter smile:

"I really can't hide it from you. To be honest, all my skills were taught by my teacher. Not just diagnostic ability, but also curse abilities, growing tentacles, bio-armament, and flesh disturbances—they're all my teacher's signature skills."

Upon hearing this, Raven was slightly shocked and said doubtfully:

"That powerful? Who is your teacher?"

The corner of Lynn's mouth lifted, his eyes showing some pride and arrogance: "My teacher doesn't want me to mention him in front of outsiders because he said we should keep a low profile. But to show my sincerity, I'd better tell you something."

He smiled slightly, adjusting nothing in the air:

"My teacher is a founding Elder of the Demonkin Association, a master of flesh modification standing at the peak of this world, a top-tier Potion Master, top-tier medical practitioner, top-tier mechanical expert, top-tier surgical specialist. Additionally, my teacher's Mistress is also a top-tier Cursed Arts master, top-tier doll master, top-tier curse expert."

"And I am my teacher's most outstanding student, bar none."

The corner of his mouth lifted, a proud aura bursting forth.

"You can call my teacher by his current name: Bloodsaw, a true life mentor."

Surroundings fell into silence.

Raven listened in astonishment to the long list of titles he had just spoken.

His expression showed some doubt:

"Really?"

Lynn smiled faintly, spreading his arms: "Mr. Raven, since you've operated on me, you should be able to tell that I've taken some kind of potion that enhances spirit and physique. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so powerful."

Raven frowned and narrowed his eyes: "There was indeed enhancement from high-level drugs. If I'm not mistaken, that was at least a legendary-grade potion, right?"

Lynn smiled faintly, adjusting nothing in the air: "Good eye. That's right, that was my teacher's masterpiece. He was worried I might get into trouble, so he had me take it casually on the road. And we have pots and pots of such potions in our shop, hehehe."

Raven raised an eyebrow, secretly gasping in shock, though his reaction was hidden beneath his mask.

His gaze toward Lynn gradually became more serious.

If what he said was true...

That means...

This sinister brat is so bizarre because he received the inheritance from that mysterious existence behind him?

Bloodsaw...

Right.

An existence capable of brewing legendary-grade potions would indeed be something to be proud of throughout the entire Dark World.

Because even among their Night Doctor community, there have only been one or two such individuals over hundreds of years.

And they don't succeed every time.

This kid seems to have some background!

Raven's eyes flickered.

...

Achoo—

A certain shop owner at the Bloodsaw Potion Shop sneezed inexplicably, looking up in confusion.

...

Silent Town.

Raven looked deeply at Lynn: "Then what's your purpose in coming here?"

Lynn spread his hands and smiled: "Simple. Because my teacher said Night Doctors are the best medical curse in the Dark World, bar none. If I want to advance further on the path of being a doctor, becoming a Night Doctor is the best choice."

"So I came here attracted by the reputation, though there might have been some minor unpleasantness along the way."

Lynn took a deep breath and shook his head apologetically.

Raven said profoundly: "Is it really that simple?"

Lynn said seriously: "It really is that simple."

Raven narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure everything you've said is true?"

Lynn smiled bitterly and raised three fingers: "Of course... If I've told you even one lie, may I be struck by five thunderbolts."

Crack—

A bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.

"..."