Lynn froze for a moment.

Then, he slowly raised his head, looking seriously into the eyes of the messenger in front of him, motionless.

The tall, thin ghost figure froze as well, confused as to why this human was staring at him so intently. The gaze seemed a bit eerie, the kind that made you uneasy.

"Please sign… I need to go back... report…" The figure rasped.

Lynn extended his hand, his voice serious, "Please wait a moment."

The ghost figure was taken aback. "What is it?"

Lynn put on his monocle, looking deeply at him, "Have you been feeling bloated in your abdomen lately, cold all over, with aching knees that tremble when you walk, and occasionally a strong urge to cry when you look in the mirror…?"

Immediately, the ghost figure stiffened.

What’s going on?!

How could he know?

Indeed, in the last few months, he had been feeling increasingly uncomfortable all over, especially after delivering a letter to the Cold Bone Land. His body had never felt quite right since then.

But how could this human know?

Seeing the ghost figure’s shocked expression, Lynn calmly adjusted his glasses and said, “My friend, your life is in danger.”

The ghost figure: “???!!!”

Lynn spoke gravely, “As you can see, I’m a professional doctor. When I touched your fingertips earlier, I detected something wrong with your body. Tell me, have you been experiencing the symptoms I mentioned?”

The ghost figure stammered, "Yes... a little..."

Lynn nodded, "Have you been to a place of extreme cold recently? Did you get injured by any twisted creatures? And do you feel pain in your knees when it’s cloudy?"

The ghost figure, stunned, replied, "How do you know?"

Lynn narrowed his eyes, “Forget how I know, what’s important is that your condition is serious. If not treated soon, it could lead to paralysis, and worse, death. At best, you’ll lose your job and live a life of misery.”

The ghost figure, now panicked, said, "But… this...”

Lynn adjusted his glasses and decisively walked towards the door. "But luckily, you met me, a professional doctor who saves lives. If not for our fateful encounter, I wouldn’t have told you all this.”

“Right next door is my shop, come, I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, it won’t be expensive.”

...

A few minutes later, inside the dimly lit Blood Saws Apothecary shop.

The ghost figure sat dazedly on a small bench, staring at the human youth in a white coat opposite him.

He didn’t know why he had come in, he had just followed along.

Logically, he should have reported back by now, right? But the symptoms Lynn had mentioned had been troubling him for months, and the fact that this doctor had only touched his finger and knew everything about him was... unsettling.

Could it be that even a mere messenger like him was destined to cross paths with such fate?

Lynn, now wearing a mask, looked at him seriously, “Sir, your condition is a bit complicated and numerous. Let me examine each issue one by one. First, please raise your leg.”

The ghost figure, still dazed, glanced at his leg and then at Lynn’s trustworthy eyes. He hesitantly placed his leg on the counter.

"Uh..."

Bang—

Lynn grabbed a small hammer and struck his knee.

The ghost figure: “(ΩДΩ)!!”

【The ghost figure’s sanity decreased by 10】

Lynn asked solemnly, “Does it hurt?”

The ghost figure trembled, "It hurts! It’s much worse than before! Tens of times worse!"

Lynn said seriously, “That’s right, the root of the problem is here. This clearly looks like old rheumatism triggered by cold poison. If it continues like this, eventually you’ll have bone spurs and won’t be able to get out of bed.”

The ghost figure trembled, "But… it didn’t hurt this much before… it only started hurting after you hit it!"

“Did I hit it too hard?” Lynn asked deeply.

The ghost figure, stunned, replied, "No... not too hard..."

Lynn adjusted his monocle seriously, "If it still hurts this much, it means the illness has already affected your bones. Do you really want to end up unable to get out of bed?"

The ghost figure stammered, unable to say a word.

After a while, he hesitated, "It’s… not that serious, is it?"

Bang—

Lynn slammed his hand on the table, causing the ghost figure to flinch in fear.

Lynn said seriously, “This is absurd! Do you know how many patients have died because they ignored their condition, convinced it wasn’t that bad? Do you understand what kind of torment it will be once the pain spreads through your body?”

“It will hurt!”

Lynn leaned forward, saying deeply:

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“It will hurt like a mother’s death! Especially on cloudy days! At first, it feels like ants crawling on your skin, but then it’s like hammers pounding your bones, and later, it feels like knives slicing through your flesh…”

“Each slice, like a dagger. It swells up like a ball of meat... even a touch will send waves of excruciating pain…”

The ghost figure recoiled, wide-eyed, gripping the legs of the bench, shaking uncontrollably.

"Treat me! Treat me now! Don’t say any more, Doctor, please don’t say anything more!"

...

A few minutes later.

"This is a special Blood Saws muscle patch from my store. Apply it three times a day, one sheet each time. It will warm you up and relieve the pain significantly."

"This is an internal medicine prescription for rheumatic pain. Boil these two pounds of herbs, drink once a day for seven days. If there’s no effect, come back to me."

"Your body is very frail, I’ll prescribe some tonic medicine for you. You’ll be healthy and strong, just like Liu Xiang running a race."

Lynn calmly handed the ghost figure various medicines.

The ghost figure, dazed, held the increasingly absurd pile of medicine and said, “Doctor… aren’t we taking too many medicines?”

Lynn, unperturbed, replied, “Too many? This is just the medicine for your old rheumatism. I haven’t even told you about the other issues.”

The ghost figure trembled, "What… what else?"

Lynn sat down, pushing the medicine aside.

He looked at the ghost figure seriously and said, “In the past few days, haven’t you felt constantly cold, no matter how much you exercise or try to stay warm? The cold seems to come from within?”

The ghost figure widened his eyes, looking at his pale hands, “Yes… yes, that’s right.”

Lynn squinted, “And don’t you feel that the coldness comes in waves from your abdomen, spreading through your entire body?”

The ghost figure, stunned, said, “Exactly!”

Lynn said seriously, “Based on my initial diagnosis, you’ve contracted cold poison, and it’s malignant. This condition has caused a malignant cyst to form in your abdomen!”

The ghost figure was stunned, “That can’t be possible!”

Clang—

Lynn drew out his Night Demon Blade and said calmly, “Whether it’s true or not, we’ll know once we cut open and check.”

Ten minutes later.

In the operating room.

The slender ghost-like figure trembled, lying on the table, watching Lynn who was sharpening his knife.

"Do you really have to perform surgery?!"

Lynn nodded, blew on the shiny knife, and closed his eyes. "There’s no choice. The root of the problem is there. Without surgery, it’s impossible to treat with just medication."

The ghost figure trembled, stammering, "Can… can you give me anesthesia?"

Lynn froze for a moment.

He then gave an apologetic smile and rubbed the back of his head. "I almost forgot. Look at my memory. Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you right now, hehe—"

After saying that, Lynn quickly dropped the knife and rummaged through the jars and bottles behind him.

The ghost figure instantly became alarmed.

Why did you say "again"?

This doesn’t feel right!

Isn’t it normal for a doctor to give anesthesia before surgery?

Why do you seem like you don’t even know where you keep the anesthesia?!

[Ghost figure sanity -10]

[Ghost figure sanity -10]

He trembled, watching Lynn's back, increasingly feeling that this doctor might be unreliable.

Just at that moment.

"I found it!"

Lynn’s joyous voice reached his ears.

The ghost figure let out a sigh of relief.

"Is it expired?"

Lynn frowned as he looked at the bottle in his hand.

Crack

The ghost figure instantly became panicked.

Lynn turned around and saw the ghost figure biting his teeth, staring wide-eyed, trembling.

"How about..." Lynn frowned and said, "You bear with it?"

"No!!"

The ghost figure instinctively stretched out his hand in fear.

He absolutely did not want to endure it!

Just a tap on his leg earlier was so painful!

If they performed the surgery without anesthesia, who knows how much worse it would hurt!

He shuddered at the thought of possibly losing a kidney as well!

Seeing the patient's strong objection, Lynn thought for a moment and then raised an eyebrow. "However, there is another method of anesthesia. I’m not sure if you would be willing to try..."

"What method?" The ghost figure looked like he saw a glimmer of hope.

Lynn said seriously, "Physical anesthesia."

The ghost figure (；oдo) asked, "Physical... anesthesia?"

Bang

[ding! You have knocked out the ghost figure, you have gained 10 basic experience points.]

"..."

"..."

...

[ding! You successfully removed the ghost figure’s cyst, your surgery skill +10.]

[ding! You’ve realigned the ghost figure’s misplaced kidney, your internal medicine skill +1.]

[ding! You successfully completed an excellent suturing, your suturing skill +10.]

Half an hour later.

Lynn helped the trembling ghost figure, who looked hollow and was leaning on a crutch while getting an IV drip, stumbling out of the operating room.

His head was wrapped in bandages: physical anesthesia.

His waist was wrapped in bandages: kidney removal... no, cyst removal.

His legs were wrapped in bandages: old rheumatism.

His face was wrapped in bandages: ugly.

"Guest, everything went very smoothly. The cyst has been removed, and the residual cold toxin in your body still needs further treatment. I’ve prepared new medication for you, please take it on time."

"Remember, the drip shouldn’t stop, and the medicine should not be interrupted. In a week, you’ll be free from all sickness!"

Lynn gave a serious thumbs up.

The ghost figure stared hollowly at the IV bag hanging above, then looked at his knee and entire leg, wrapped tightly in bandages.

He leaned on the crutch, holding a warm pack in his arms, and wearing a heating pad on his forehead.

"I thank you," he said hollowly. "I wish your family happiness and joy."

Lynn (?′╰╯`?) smiled, "No need to thank me, it's all part of the job!"

"Your bill has been issued, surgery + medication, a total of 3000 skull coins. Will you be paying in cash, or will you be cutting something?"

Lynn’s smile was exceptionally friendly.

The ghost figure stared blankly. "How much?"

Lynn smiled and served him, "3000, my friend."

It’s ridiculously expensive!

The ghost figure o(╥﹏╥)o trembled as he pulled out three black skull coins from his pocket and placed them on the counter.

This single visit to the doctor cost him half a year’s worth of savings!

No wonder people say you shouldn’t go to the hospital.

You and your wallet will definitely both be lost.

"Can I leave now?"

The ghost figure o(╥﹏╥)o asked.

He didn’t want to stay here for a second longer.

He came to deliver a package, and left with a body full of illnesses.

"Of course!"

Lynn smiled and quickly packed the various medications into a bag for him, helping him carry it on his back. The few remaining scattered medications didn’t have a place to go, so he hung them on the IV drip.

"Also, check the delivery and fill out the receipt."

The ghost figure o(╥﹏╥)o took the card and said, "I still need to report back."

"Wait a moment!"

Lynn smiled and immediately took out the four scrolls from the box, carefully inspecting them. He then closed his eyes and put them back in the box, satisfied.

He didn’t notice that a strand of hair brushed his fingertips as he handled the scrolls.

"No problem, I’ll do it right away..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the system prompt immediately rang in his ears.

[ding! You discovered the target disease: congenital severe paralysis.]

[ding! You discovered the target disease: permanent skin purulence.]

[ding! You discovered the target disease: malignant toxin residue from parasitic moths.]

[ding! You discovered the target disease: intermittent limb dissolution.]

Lynn froze.

Then his gaze immediately locked onto the box.

He was sure he hadn’t touched any living organisms just now, but this prompt...

The next moment.

Lynn’s eyes caught the strand of hair on the scroll.

"What’s this?"

Lynn squinted.

Could it be that informant?

He glanced at the ghost figure and asked, "Sir, has my delivery been handled by anyone else?"

Upon mentioning his work, the ghost figure immediately became solemn.

"No, my master does one-on-one deliveries. The packaging was done personally by the master. There’s no way another being has touched it."

Once those words were spoken, Lynn understood.

He smiled inwardly.

It must have been that informant.

And it seems like they have all sorts of strange diseases. No wonder they’ve been lurking in the realm, gathering intelligence.

In an instant,

Lynn remembered the thousands of skull coins he had lost earlier from the informant’s trickery.

Lynn smiled slightly, quickly took out a pen, and wrote on the back of the card.

[Lynn:]

[Dear informant, hello. I’ve successfully received your delivery, and I’m very grateful. However, it seems you accidentally left a strand of hair in the package, and as a professional doctor, I couldn’t help but notice some concerning conditions from your hair.]

Lynn wrote about the diseases he had discovered.

[Regarding your suffering, I deeply feel your pain. If you see my receipt, please remember to come to Lynn’s pharmacy at xxxx address in the realm. Please make an appointment and bring the necessary funds. I can offer you further diagnosis and treatment. Wishing you good health.]

[Your loyal doctor: Mr. Lynn.]