[Optional Task Branch One: Turn it into oil for the Soul Lamp, Task Reward: Soul Lamp usage days +2]

[Optional Task Branch Two: Feed it to the Little Treasure in the backyard, Task Reward: Little Treasure favorability +50]

[Optional Task Branch Three: Soak it in reagent for preservation, Task Reward: Specimen making experience +10]

[Optional Task Branch Four: Wait for the Pig-Headed Demon to come pick up his daughter, Task Reward: To be analyzed…]

Lynn calmly stared at the four task branches the system gave him.

“Of course, it has to be the fourth one.”

Lynn sat on the counter, placed the evil blood infant on the table, and clicked his abacus seriously, saying:

“I’m a doctor. If someone leaves a baby with me and I kill it, wouldn’t that make me a pervert? My moral standards won’t allow me to do such a thing.”

“…”

“I’m already such a professional person; system, aren’t you going to give me some bonus for that?”

[Moral +10]

“…”

Lynn grabbed his knife and continued waiting for new customers to arrive.

Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the ghost baby.

He found that its appearance had already started to twist into a hideous, twisted shape.

[Lynn SAN -1]

Five minutes later.

When he looked again, the baby’s face had started to grow one large and small cyst after another, emitting hoarse “wuwawuwa” sounds from its black mouth.

[Lynn SAN -10]

Ten minutes later.

When Lynn opened his eyes again, the face was already covered with numerous black, twisted tentacles crawling over it, all twisted together.

[Lynn SAN -30]

Lynn’s eye twitched uncontrollably.

It seemed the system was right; if left unchecked, this evil blood infant would continue to distort into something indescribable!

No way!

If this continued, never mind whether the Pig-Headed Demon would still recognize his daughter.

He wouldn’t be able to take it anymore himself!

Too ugly!

Seriously, ridiculously ugly! That kind of horror-level ugliness!

Lynn (╬￣皿￣) stood up, stretched his wrists, and said: Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel-fire.ɴet

“Fine, consider it a favor. Let me give you a free makeover so you won’t scare me now or others later!”

He put on his mask and gloves.

He took a rope and tied the ghost baby to the counter.

“Squeak—squeak—”

The twisted tentacles on the ghost baby’s face suddenly mutated into countless mouths, emitting terrifying roars at Lynn.

Smack—

Lynn slapped the tentacles back instantly.

“Behave!”

Lynn put on his monocle, expression indifferent, cracked his knuckles with a “kaka” sound.

He stretched out both hands, grabbed the wildly twisted tentacles on its face, and forcefully kneaded them like kneading dough.

“Waa—waa—” The ghost baby emitted sounds resembling fearful cries from within.

[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level +10]

Cosmetic surgery is a technical skill.

Although Lynn had never done cosmetic surgery before, his clay modeling skills were very proficient.

In a sense, these two skills weren’t that different.

The first step of cosmetic surgery, naturally, was to mix all the messy sticky substances on the face evenly.

Making it smooth enough.

Only then could a perfect foundation be laid for the subsequent face shaping.

[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level +10]

Kneading dough also requires skill; it can’t be too dry or too wet—you have to make it elastic and resilient, which is an extremely demanding process for hand strength.

“Don’t move.”

“Since I delivered you as a doctor, I have the obligation to keep you healthy during this time. Don’t worry, I’ll handle your face problem!”

Lynn’s face was serious.

He fully applied his noodle-pulling skills from before transmigrating. After kneading the mass on the ghost baby’s face well,

he pulled it outward.

[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level +20]

Twisted it like a rope, then pressed it in.

[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level +20]

Pulled again!

Twisted it twice more and pressed it in.

Fully mixing those sticky, disgusting substances evenly and elastically.

The sounds from the ghost baby’s body became increasingly terrified.

[Evil Blood Infant Fear Level +20]

Knock knock knock—

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

A humanoid monster covered in burn scars and pus stood there, bright red and foul-smelling slime continuously dripping from its eye sockets—terrifying and grotesque.

“I want… to change my face…”

The monster’s throat emitted a low, burnt-sounding voice.

Lynn glanced over.

[Burned Ghost]

[Race]: Evil Spirit

[Level]: 15

[Alignment]: Chaotic Neutral

[Combat Ability]: Average

[Description]: An evil spirit burned alive in a great fire, 99.9% of its body scarred, twisted and gloomy personality, harbors great malice toward anything beautiful.

[Ding! Task Triggered: Help the Burned Ghost change its face, Task Reward: 50 Skeleton Coins, Surgical experience +50, Special Reward +1]

“Welcome! Please take a seat over there and wait a moment!”

Lynn leaned forward from behind the ghost baby and showed a standard professional smile in his eyes.

Pfft—

The thick fluid from the popped ghost baby’s face splattered on Lynn’s mask.

The Burned Ghost who just entered stiffened immediately.

“Please sit, I’ll be ready soon.”

Lynn smiled.

Then he focused his attention back on the ghost baby tied to the counter. To speed things up, Lynn used both hands simultaneously.

He grabbed both sides of the kneaded meat lump and pulled hard.

“Wah—” The ghost baby’s body emitted a chilling, terrified sound.

He twisted it into a rope again.

Pressed it onto the face.

“Ah—” The ghost baby trembled.

Lynn flipped the ghost baby flat, using greater force, kneading the twisted flesh noisily.

“It’ll be ready soon, please be patient.”

Lynn smiled warmly and looked sincerely at the Burned Ghost sitting not far away on a chair.

The Burned Ghost stared dumbly at the horrifying step at the counter.

Its legs trembled uncontrollably.

Pulled again.

Another two meters.

Burned Ghost: “!!!”

[Burned Ghost SAN -20!]

Kneaded again.

Lynn picked up a rolling pin.

Clack clack clack—

The ghostly face was flattened by rolling, screaming terrified “squeak squeak” noises.

All the pus-filled sores on the Burned Ghost trembled.

[Burned Ghost SAN -20!]

Something was wrong!

Something was seriously wrong!

This medical shop it came into seemed completely off!

It trembled as it stretched out its burnt hand and asked, “May I ask… are you…”

Lynn heard this, still kneading the meat on the ghost baby’s face, lifted his head, and showed a sincere professional smile, saying:

“Oh, this little ghost is too ugly, even a bit contaminating. As a doctor, it’s my duty to give it a normal face.”

The Burned Ghost shuddered all over.

It said dazedly, “Y-your technique really is… quite unique…”

Its whole body stiffened; its burnt eyes stared wide, and its hunched body somehow straightened up.

It watched the ghost baby’s face being kneaded like noodles by the doctor.

Its legs shook even more violently.

A horrifying image of its own face being endlessly pulled and twisted by this doctor flashed through its mind instantly.

The Burned Ghost began to panic.

Could this be some kind of black clinic?!

And just as this thought crossed its mind,

Smack smack—

Smack smack—

The doctor reached out and popped a dozen tumors growing on the ghost baby’s face with rapid smacks.

Thick pus splattered onto the Burned Ghost’s face.

Popped!

Popped for sure!

“Oh my god (ΩДΩ)!!!”

[Burned Ghost SAN -30!!]