"Because I can see you're not looking too good—you've got dark circles under your eyes, a pale complexion, and your wrists are icy cold. Have you been feeling constantly hungry lately, no matter how much you eat?"

The pig-headed demon hesitated for a moment and sat back down.

Although things had seemed a bit off before, this time, he was actually addressing a real issue.

He had indeed been feeling constant hunger recently, even after binge-eating, but it never seemed to go away.

"How did you know?"

Lynn stood up without a hint of surprise. He walked behind a counter and retrieved a wooden basin, filling it with clean water. He then took a pale green bottle from beneath the counter and poured it into the basin.

Whoosh—

A wisp of green smoke shaped like a skull rose from the basin.

Lynn calmly clapped his hands. "This is a Demon Calling Potion. If there's an evil spirit or any other strange, abnormal growth inside you, this potion will help reveal the truth."

The pig-headed demon looked at him warily, sniffed with his pig nose, and, after determining that there was no apparent danger, he cautiously stuck his hand into the basin.

In an instant, he felt a coldness rise slowly from his stomach.

"This... this is!" His expression changed slightly.

The water in the basin started bubbling, and strange black mist began to rise from his body.

Then, in the next moment, his stomach clenched in excruciating pain, and a laughing face suddenly appeared on his belly.

"Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee!"

"Ahhh—ahhh—" The pig-headed demon's fur stood on end.

"My stomach! My stomach!"

The laughing voice abruptly shifted into an eerie wail.

"Wah—wah—"

Seeing this, the pig-headed demon froze.

"What the hell is that?!"

Bang—

Lynn swiftly grabbed a nearby frying pan and swung it at the protruding face, flattening his stomach.

The crying and laughing noises instantly stopped.

Thud—

The pig-headed demon collapsed back onto the bench, dazed. "This... this..."

Lynn casually pushed the basin aside and calmly said, "Preliminary diagnosis: Evil spirit parasitism. But judging by the way it reacted to the frying pan, this little demon hasn't fully formed yet. You’re lucky to have encountered me."

At that moment, the pig-headed demon fully believed him.

He immediately dropped to his knees, trembling. "Little brother! I was too hasty earlier! Please don’t take it to heart. Please save me! Please save me!"

He was genuinely terrified!

If it were just an evil spirit fighting him head-on, he wouldn't be afraid.

But having an evil spirit growing inside his stomach—he had no way of dealing with that!

Lynn, without changing his expression, asked, "Do you remember eating anything unusual?"

The pig-headed demon trembled and said, "A month ago, while I was out, I ate a little demon. I swallowed it whole. Other than that, I only eat pigs and humans."

Lynn thought for a moment.

Then he looked up and said seriously, "Let’s cut it open and have a look."

...

Moments later.

In the dimly lit operating room.

A few candles and copper mirrors cast light on the pig-headed demon’s greasy belly.

The pig-headed demon shuddered, lying on the operating table, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "You're really going to cut me open just like this? You're not going to make a proper diagnosis first?"

Lynn put on his gloves and mask, calmly sterilizing the scalpel. "Quick and decisive, that's the way to go. You need to trust my diagnostic ability and moral standards. I’ll cut open your belly. If I can remove it, I’ll cut it out. If I can’t..."

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The pig-headed demon trembled. "I’ll cut you instead!"

Lynn shook his head.

He took out the bone-scraping knife his teacher often used, then began sharpening it in front of the demon.

Whoosh—whoosh—

The pig-headed demon lay there in a daze, watching the iron hooks descend from above and the terrifying monster organs soaking in large jars around him.

For some reason, he felt like a pig ready to be slaughtered on a butcher’s table.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Sparks flew.

"Stop sharpening it! Stop sharpening it!!"

Unable to bear the screeching sound of the sharpening, the pig-headed demon screamed and begged.

"Almost there."

Lynn washed the now-sharp scalpel in disinfectant and picked it up again, its edge glinting under the light.

He walked up to the pig-headed demon, pressing his ear against the greasy belly to listen.

Then, with great precision, Lynn took a pencil and drew a cross on the lower part of his stomach.

Lynn calmly asked, "Are you ready?"

The pig-headed demon trembled. "I... I’m ready..."

Click—click—click—

Lynn pressed a button under the operating table, and immediately, the demon's limbs were shackled by four iron manacles.

"Ahhh—ahhh—" The pig-headed demon screamed in terror.

Lynn frowned and said, "Don’t scream. I haven’t even started cutting yet. The shackles are to prevent you from struggling and interfering with my surgical skills. It’s for your own good."

The pig-headed demon trembled. "Have you ever performed surgery on someone else before?"

Lynn nonchalantly sharpened a knife and fork, then replied calmly, "I’ve watched my teacher slaughter pigs. You’re my first patient, but I have full confidence in my surgical skills."

"..."

A brief silence.

"Ahhh—ahhh— I won’t do it! I won’t do it! Ahhh—let me go! Let me go!!"

The pig-headed demon yelled loudly, struggling furiously.

Lynn's gaze turned violent in an instant, and he shouted, "What nonsense! The knife is already sharpened, and now you say you won’t do it?! Are you not afraid your stomach will get bigger and the evil spirit will burst out?"

"Since you’ve already come onto my operating table, I must be responsible for you! You’re getting surgery whether you want it or not!"

Thud—

Ahhh—

...

Half an hour later.

[Knife Skill Experience +10]

[Knife Skill Experience +10]

[Surgical Ability +1]

The pig-headed demon lay on the operating table, twitching uncontrollably. He didn’t even know how many times he had lost consciousness from the pain.

Then, in the next moment...

"Wah—"

A loud wail echoed through the entire operating room.

Lynn smiled, holding the little demon and wiping his sweat. "Congratulations, the surgery was a complete success."

At that moment, a page featuring the baby appeared in front of his eyes.

[Evil Spirit Blood Baby (Unformed)]

[Race]: Evil Spirit

[Attributes]: Chaotic Evil

[Level]: 1

[Description]: A ghostly spirit formed from resentment and ghost energy, this Evil Spirit Blood Baby absorbed a large amount of beastly blood energy during its formation. Once fully formed, it will devour its host’s soul and flesh, growing into a calamity.

The pig-headed demon lay there dazed, muttering, "Sew it... sew it back up..."