Lynn was taken aback.
Auntie?
That old flame of his teacher?
What was she doing here so late at night?
He quickly got out of bed and walked to the front door, hesitantly peeking through a small hole in the door panel to look outside.
Instantly, a breathtakingly ample view reflected in Lynn's pupils.
Whoosh—
Lynn's eyes widened as he pulled the door open and said:
"Teacher's wife, what brings you here so late?"
The Doll Mistress stood before Lynn with a smile, her three-meter-tall frame making Lynn appear particularly miniature.She was about to speak when she noticed two streams of blood trickling from Lynn's nose and asked curiously:
"Lynn, your nose seems to be bleeding?"
Lynn wiped the blood away, rubbed his temples, and said calmly:
"It's nothing, just a bit of internal heat lately. I'll be fine after some rest."
The Doll Mistress didn't think too much about it, her smiling eyes scanning Lynn up and down, finding him increasingly full of vitality and strikingly handsome.
However, the Doll Mistress hadn't forgotten her main purpose for visiting.
"It's like this."
The Doll Mistress showed slight discomfort on her face, holding her forehead and appearing weak as she said:
"I've been running around outside these past few days, especially after helping your teacher deal with those Demonkin Association puppets, my energy just won't recover. My whole body aches, my limbs feel weak, and I can't sleep at all during the night..."
"I don't know what's wrong, so I wanted to ask you to take a look at me, Auntie..."
[Ding! Host triggered task: Help the Doll Mistress check her body. Task reward: 200 Skeleton Coins, 200 basic experience, high probability of triggering special rewards.]
There's actually a high probability of triggering special rewards?!
Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately stepped aside without hesitation and said:
"Auntie, please come in quickly."
Then he felt somewhat puzzled.
If this lady was feeling unwell, why didn't she go see his teacher instead?
His teacher's medical skills were far superior to his own.
But soon he heard his teacher's thunderous snoring coming from outside.
Hmm...
Alright.
Probably because she knew he was still awake and didn't want to disturb his teacher, especially since the teacher had just finished surgery.
Click—
After inviting the Doll Mistress inside, Lynn turned and closed the door.
As soon as he turned around, Lynn immediately saw the Doll Mistress stretching vigorously with a big yawn, making a strange, comfortable sound, causing her ample curves to surge like tidal waves.
The sight made Lynn's heart race wildly.
Damn!
Auntie, take it easy!
Do you know how much psychological impact displaying your figure so casually in front of a young man can cause?
But Lynn was, after all, a doctor, and quickly regained his composure.
He quickly put on his White Coat, pulled out a chair and sat opposite the Doll Mistress, calmly taking out paper and pen as he inquired:
"Auntie, where exactly do you feel unwell? Could you tell me specifically?"
The Doll Mistress secretly observed Lynn's reaction while holding her forehead and said weakly:
"My head feels heavy, my back aches, my muscles are sore, everything hurts, and for some reason, I just feel like I have no strength."
Lynn thought while recording: "Could you be overworked? Haven't had adequate rest and recovery these past few days?"
The Doll Mistress tugged at the collar of her pajamas and said weakly:
"I'm not really sure... even though my sleep quality has been quite good... I just can't muster any strength..."
She seemed to be feeling hot as she pulled at her collar, making Lynn's heart race again.
Lynn quickly snapped back to attention.
He thought for a moment and said seriously: "How about this, Auntie, let me check your pulse to see what's really going on!"
The Doll Mistress smiled while holding her forehead: "That would be wonderful."
With that.
The Doll Mistress rolled up her sleeve and weakly extended her hand.
She secretly glanced at Lynn with amusement.
Of course, she wasn't actually sick.
She just wanted to use this pretext to connect him with her daughters.
He definitely wouldn't be able to diagnose anything, and later she would just have him prescribe some blood-activating, stasis-removing supplements, or give her a massage or some physical therapy.
Then she could reasonably give him a thank-you gift.
Perfect.
...
Lynn reached out and placed his fingers on her wrist, closing his eyes to carefully sense her pulse.
After about ten seconds, Lynn showed a puzzled expression.
Because the pulse feedback indicated everything was normal, with no abnormalities whatsoever.
But that couldn't be right!
If she were truly overworked, the pulse should have given some indication, but there was none. Had his diagnostic ability declined?
"Doctor, how is it? Is it serious?"
The Doll Mistress asked "worriedly."
Lynn came back to his senses and said thoughtfully: "Wait a moment, pulse feedback takes some time, don't rush."
Lynn narrowed his eyes, then opened his System panel.
Since pulse diagnosis couldn't reveal anything, he would activate his diagnostic skill.
After all, for most creatures in this world, it was difficult to determine symptoms using human diagnostic methods.
[Ding! You are using the passive diagnostic effect of "Random Diagnosis Technique." Would you like to activate it immediately?]
"Yes!"
And in that instant.
Lynn's ears immediately rang with a series of system notification dings.
[Ding! You discovered target disease: Bone Compression]
[Ding! You discovered target disease: Flesh Pathology]
[Ding! You discovered target disease: Bloodline Curse (Residual)]
Lynn jolted, immediately standing up and gazing intently at the Doll Mistress before him.
The Doll Mistress was taken aback: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Lynn looked at her seriously and said deeply: "Auntie, you're quite seriously ill!"
...
A few minutes later.
In the potion shop's front hall.
The Doll Mistress sat bewildered at the counter, watching Lynn rapidly searching through various medicinal ingredients in the cabinets.
Wait!
This isn't right!
I'm not actually sick at all, I just wanted to use this pretext to connect my daughters with him.
How come after a simple diagnosis, it seems like I'm critically ill?
"Lynn? What exactly is going on? Shouldn't Auntie just be overworked?"
She looked at the grave and serious expression on Lynn's face, her eyes widening as she inexplicably began to feel somewhat nervous.
"Not overwork."
Lynn carried a large pile of medicinal ingredients, turned around deeply, and put on his Monocle.
He sat back down at the counter, placed the ingredients aside, and looked at her seriously:
"Auntie, first let me ask you, and you need to be completely honest with me. In recent years, have you frequently felt a strong sense of weight bearing down on your entire skeleton? During high-intensity activities, have you often felt like your body might collapse at any moment, requiring long periods of rest to recover?"
The Doll Mistress was stunned.
"Not at all!"
What nonsense!
She was the mistress of Doll Manor. Although she hadn't reached Monarch-level, few in the Dark World dared to provoke her.
If there were truly some serious illness in her body, wouldn't she have noticed it herself?
She became doubtful, her perception of the young man before her beginning to waver with distrust.
She wasn't sick at all!
Could he really be fabricating some illness through his diagnosis?
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and gazed at her deeply:
"No, Madam, it's not that the symptoms aren't there, but rather they're being masked by something, making it difficult for you to notice the symptoms appearing in your body."
The Doll Mistress said doubtfully: "What nonsense are you talking? Don't try to fool me! Even your teacher wouldn't dare fool me!"
Lynn's gaze remained serious: "Madam, let me ask you another question. What form does your power take?"
The Doll Mistress frowned.
She lightly raised a finger, and a mysterious black halo instantly appeared at her fingertip.
"Cursed arts, why?"
Cursed arts, a mysterious magical energy existing in the Dark World, a type of secret power often used by wizards, demons, warlocks, and others.
Lynn said calmly: "Madam, have you been maintaining vast reserves of cursed art energy within your body for many years?"
The Doll Mistress raised an eyebrow: "Yes."
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said profoundly: "Then what about situations without the support of cursed art energy? Have you experienced those?"