Lynn maintained his composure and said, "If that's the case, I initially suspect you must have eaten something wrong. What you ate was probably this doll's arm."

The girl's smile instantly froze.

But the doll's laughter continued incessantly: "Dolly loves mommy! Mommy loves dolly! Hee hee hee hee!"

Lynn raised his head, his dead fish eyes staring blankly, and asked, "Have you felt any stomach discomfort recently?"

The girl stiffly replied, "My stomach keeps gurgling, feels like something's tickling inside."

Lynn nodded, jotting notes casually:

"That confirms it. Seems it hasn't been digested yet. Do you want surgery or physical therapy?"

The girl asked stiffly, "How... how would the surgery work...?"

Clang—

Lynn stabbed the bloody boning knife into the counter.

"Cut open your belly, take out your doll's arm, then stitch you back up."

Instantly, the doll's laughter stopped abruptly.

A shiver ran from the girl's toes to the top of her head.

"What about physical therapy?"

Lynn stood up.

Taking gloves and a mask from the counter, he gazed at her calmly and said:

"That's simpler, no cutting required. Do you want me to retrieve it from the top or bottom? I can do either. And it's cheaper."

Girl: "!!!"

Doll: "!!!"

[Girl's SAN -20]

The girl stammered, "T-top... please..."

"Fine." Lynn pushed the counter items aside, flexing his wrist.

"You're small, no need for the operating room. We can do this now. But you'll need to endure it - don't bite my arm off."

Under the girl's terrified gaze, Lynn's massive shadow loomed over her, wearing a mask and leather gloves, his eyes radiating calm intensity.

The girl, sitting on a small stool, suddenly clutched her doll tightly.

"Can I... not watch?"

Lynn said flatly, "No. My teacher said anyone entering this shop must receive treatment. Otherwise, they'll have to leave something behind."

The girl shivered violently before finally conceding:

"Okay..."

She forced her mouth open wide.

"Wider!"

Riiip—

The girl stretched her mouth behind her neck, opening her massive maw.

A foul odor wafted out.

Lynn remained expressionless, taking a retractor from the counter to prop her jaws open, preventing reflexive closure.

Then he rolled up his sleeve and inserted his arm into the girl's mouth.

It went straight in!

Deep throat!

The girl's eyes bulged instantly.

"Mmgh— mmgh—"

"Don't move." Lynn said sternly, calmly probing inside her stomach.

"Almost done. If you want your doll intact, hold still."

[Ding! Obtained Hair x50]

[Ding! Obtained Unknown Body Fragments x2]

[Ding! Obtained Rotten Flesh x5]

[Ding! Obtained Comb x1]

The girl kept staring wide-eyed, mouth agape, emitting continuous muffled whimpers.

"Found it!"

Lynn's fingers touched something squirming vigorously.

[Ding! Obtained Wriggling Arm x1]

Schlick—

It was the very doll arm she'd eaten.

Lynn calmly rinsed the arm and placed it on the counter:

"This must be it. You were probably starving that night and unconsciously ate your doll's arm. Your doll saw you hungry, so didn't stop you."

"But be more careful in the future. Don't eat strange things - they're hard to digest."

The girl sat dumbly with her mouth propped open, unable to speak.

"Physical therapy: 10 Skeleton Coins. Stitching: 30 coins."

Lynn put on his mask, calmly taking out hemp thread and a sharp, gleaming needle.

"S-stitch now?"

The doll in her arms suddenly wailed, flailing desperately to escape.

"Ngh—ow—(now)—ghgh—(stitch)—"

The girl managed through the retractor.

Lynn donned gloves. "Fine. Hold it down for me while I thread the needle."

The girl immediately pinned the struggling doll onto the counter. The doll's eyes reflected the cold glint in Lynn's gaze, screaming in terror.

"Beginning."

Swish swish—

Swish swish—

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[Ding! Basic Surgery Experience +1]

[Ding! Basic Surgery Experience +1]

After half an hour of the doll's agonized screams, Lynn snipped the thread:

"Done. Apply this medicine daily. The arm should heal completely within a week."

Lynn took out a bottle of greenish medicine.

Upon application, the doll shrieked in terror.

The girl mumbled, "D-done...?"

Lynn clapped his hands. "Complete. That'll be 10 coins for therapy, 30 for stitching, medicine is 10 coins per bottle. Seven bottles total: 110 coins. Thank you for your patronage."

The doll scrambled into the girl's arms, trembling as it stared fearfully at Lynn.

Clearly, he'd left an unforgettable psychological scar.

The girl fumbled nervously.

Finally.

She produced 20 coins, placing them shakily on the counter:

"I... only have twenty..."

Lynn said flatly, "Fine. You still owe 90 coins. Which body part will you mortgage? I'll cut it off for free."

He lifted the boning knife.

The girl instantly made a (ΩДΩ) face, stepping back.

"Wait! Ten more coins!"

She frantically produced another ten coins.

Lynn: "Still 80 short."

The girl (ΩДΩ) put down six medicine bottles: "I'll buy these later."

Lynn retrieved them. "Now 20 short."

The girl trembled. "Can I owe it?"

Lynn walked out with the knife. "Small business, no credit. But 20 coins isn't much. Leave me one eye, I'll give you the medicine plus 40 coins change."

The girl hugged her doll tighter, covering both eyes: "Other payment...?"

Lynn: "Name it. I'll appraise."

The girl gulped. "How about... I let you fuck me once to clear the debt?"