"Stop testing!" He gritted his teeth, gripping the liquor bottle tightly with his other hand, saying:

"Just use these two knives and clean the wound immediately! If you drag your feet any longer, I'll shoot you dead right now!"

He revealed the gleaming silver revolver at his waist.

"But—"

"No buts! Move to the next step immediately!" He slammed the table with a fierce expression.

"Fine."

Lynn helplessly adjusted his monocle.

Then, under the Demon Hunter's watchful gaze, Lynn strode confidently to the back room, lifting the cloth curtain. Just as the Demon Hunter was wondering what trick he might pull next—

Lynn returned carrying a stove.

Sizzle—

He stirred the burning coals with a knife before plunging all the tools on the counter into the flames.

[Demon Hunter's SAN -1]

"What are you doing?" The Demon Hunter's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Lynn calmly picked up a scalding red-hot knife and explained, "Sterilization. Black Butterfly is an extremely potent corrosive poison. To prevent any accidental seepage into your other tissues during debridement..."

"The best method is high-temperature sterilization. It might hurt a little, but the results are outstanding."

Clang—

Lynn tapped the glowing scalpel, sending sparks flying.

The Demon Hunter suddenly felt his throat go dry. For some reason, a chill ran down his spine.

Though what he said made sense...

Back when he got injured before, he'd often cauterize wounds quickly with heat to prevent infection...

But...

Why did this feel so unreliable?

"Have you ever actually done this before?" he asked warily.

Lynn replied earnestly, "I haven't performed it myself, but I apprenticed under my master for two years—I've watched him do it many times!"

The Demon Hunter sighed in relief.

Lynn added, "Especially when slaughtering pigs and removing hair. A quick swipe with a red-hot blade, and everything comes right off."

Demon Hunter: "?!!!"

......

Several minutes later, Lynn pulled the two glowing knives from the stove and calmly walked behind the Demon Hunter, declaring firmly:

"Let's begin! This might sting a bit—try to endure it."

The Demon Hunter clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth with eyes shut:

"Enduring is fine, but can you explain why there are so many plates laid out on the counter?!"

"Cooking?!" he roared, pointing at the array of plates before him and the napkin Lynn had tied around his neck.

Anyone would think he was here for dinner rather than surgery!

Lynn explained seriously, "You're overthinking it, sir. These plates are for collecting the necrotic tissue we remove. We need to measure the exact amount to calculate the proper dosage of flesh-regeneration potion."

"An incorrect dose could cause unnecessary tissue growth on your shoulder. This is for your own good."

The Demon Hunter's teeth ground audibly.

"Just cut!!"

If this weren't the only medical potion shop within hundreds of kilometers...

He swore he'd never have stepped foot in this damned place.

It reeked of being a scam!

"Alright! Beginning now!"

Lynn's expression turned focused.

Instantly.

Squelch—squelch—

The sound of blades entering flesh, followed by continuous slicing and sizzling.

"ARGH—"

Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)— This text is hosted at NoveIＦire.net

PAIN!!

Motherf*cking excruciating pain!!

Not just cutting pain, but burning pain, with a hint of... testicular agony?!

Goddammit!

Even layered pain like minced meat!

[Knife Skills EXP +1]

[Knife Skills EXP +1]

[Knife Skills EXP +1]

"You can still take anesthesia if it hurts!" Lynn reminded helpfully.

He wondered why this was boosting his knife skills rather than surgical expertise.

"F*ck OFF!" the Demon Hunter howled.

"Who says I'm in pain?! I'm not hurting at ALL!"

He trembled while clutching the counter, face pale and shaking.

Lynn adjusted his monocle, deftly wielding the blades with his other hand, and coughed:

"Then could you release my counter? And please retract your nails from the table edge—this is premium antique wood. Quite expensive."

The Demon Hunter roared, "I'll pay DOUBLE! Can't I grip something?! CUT! Cut HARDER! Hesitate again and I'll chop your hands off!"

Lynn solemnly raised both knives:

"Those are the words I waited for. Now I'll really let loose!"

The Demon Hunter shuddered.

"Wait—"

Swish swish swish—

Demon Hunter (ヾﾉ꒪ཫ꒪)—

"GOD! GOD! MY GOD!"

He watched in (ΩДΩ) as slice after slice of blackened, meaty necrosis flew neatly onto the plates.

The blade work was undeniably masterful—whether shaving noodles or slicing meat, anyone would applaud.

But...

"Are you OPERATING or DISMEMBERRING ME?!"

The Demon Hunter slapped the table wildly, eyes rolling back, body drenched in sweat.

"You're WASTED as a doctor! Should've been an EXECUTIONER! Such EVEN SLICES!"

"STOP! STOP NOW!"

Lynn grew impatient.

He smacked the table angrily: "So many complaints! Too slow? Too fast? No anesthesia? So PICKY!"

The Demon Hunter clung to the counter, bellowing: "Can't you just EXCISE it all at ONCE?! Why slice piece by PIECE?! Planning my FUNERAL?!"

Lynn retorted: "One chop? Wouldn't that be a ONE-KNIFE DEAL?!"

"......"

"......"

The Demon Hunter gaped: "Say WHAT now?"

Lynn glared: "Precision matters! A single slash might be quick, but nick an artery and you'll die FASTER!"

"I'm a doctor—a white-robed angel! Trust me! I treat patients like my own children! I'd NEVER let my child die untreated!"

The Demon Hunter's lips quivered before he finally screamed:

"CUT! Just CUT! I'm NEVER returning to this SCAM SHOP!"

"Relax, post-surgery, you'll LOVE my blades!"

Swish swish swish—

Swish swish swish—

[Knife Skills EXP +1]

[Knife Skills EXP +1]

......

Over ten minutes later.

The Demon Hunter lay slumped over the counter like a dead hog, white foam bubbling from his mouth, eyes rolled back with barely any pupils visible, body twitching—clearly unconscious.

Gurgle gurgle—

He felt like he'd dreamed of a demon behind him, grinning wickedly while twin blades reduced him to slices...

Then arranging his own meat before him for tasting.

"Done!"

"Initial debridement complete."

Lynn grabbed the liquor from the table, mixed in some medical alcohol, swished it in his mouth—

Then spat it onto the wound.

"GYAAAAHHH—"

An utterly terrified, soul-rending shriek.