Enno kept his cool and said, “If that's the case, I'm gonna go ahead and say you ate the wrong thing. What you ate was probably your doll's arm.”
The girl's smile froze.
But the doll kept giggling, “Doll loves mommy! Mommy loves doll! Hehehehe!”
Enno looked up, his eyes deadpan, and asked, “Have you been feeling any stomach discomfort lately?”
The girl replied stiffly, “My stomach's been growling, and it feels like something's tickling around in there.”
Enno nodded, jotting it down in his notes, and casually said, “Yeah, that pretty much confirms it. It looks like it hasn't been digested yet. Do you want surgery or physical therapy?”
The girl asked nervously, “What do you mean by surgery...?”
Clang—
Enno slammed the bloodied flensing knife into the table.
“Cut open your belly, take out your doll's arm, and then sew you back up.”
Instantly, the doll's laughter stopped short.
A chill ran down the girl's spine.
“What about physical therapy?” she asked.
Enno stood up, grabbed some gloves and a mask from the counter, and looked at her indifferently, “That's easy. No surgery needed. You can either take it from the top or the bottom—I can handle either way, and it's cheap.”
Girl: “!!!!”
Doll: “!!!!”
Girl's Sanity -20
The girl stammered, “U-um... the top...”
“Alright,” Enno pushed the stuff on the counter aside, cracked his wrists, and said, “You're pretty small, so no need to go to the operating room. I can do it right here. But you gotta hold still and not bite my arm off.”
Under the girl's terrified gaze, Enno's huge shadow loomed over her, wearing a mask and leather gloves, his eyes calm and steady.
The girl sat on a small stool, clutching her doll tightly.
“Can I not watch?” she asked.
Enno replied flatly, “Nope. My teacher says once you're in this shop, you gotta get treated, or you gotta leave something behind.”
The girl shuddered and finally gave in, “O-okay...”
She forced her mouth wide open.
“Wider!” Enno said.
Crunch—
The girl stretched her mouth back to her neck, opening it wide.
A foul smell hit Enno's face.
Enno, still calm, grabbed a brace from the counter, clamped it on her upper and lower jaws to prevent any reflexive reactions. Then he flexed his arm and stuck it into the girl's mouth.
It went right in!
Deep throat!
The girl's eyes widened instantly.
“Ugh—Ugh—”
“Don't move,” Enno said sternly, calmly feeling around inside her stomach.
“It'll be quick. If you don't want your doll to be incomplete, stay still.”
Ding! You obtained 50 hairs
Ding! You obtained 2 unknown body fragments
Ding! You obtained 5 pieces of rotting flesh
Ding! You obtained 1 comb
The girl's eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, making fearful, muffled noises.
“Found it!” Enno thought.
His fingers touched something that was still wriggling around.
Ding! You obtained 1 lively arm
Crunch—
It was the doll's arm she had eaten.
Enno calmly washed the arm, placed it on the counter, and said, “This is probably it. You must have been really hungry that night and unconsciously ate your doll's arm. Your doll didn't want to remind you 'cause it saw you were starving.”
“But you gotta be more careful in the future. Don't just eat weird stuff; it's hard to digest.”
The girl, still held open by the brace, couldn't say a word.
“Physical therapy costs 10 skeleton coins, and stitching is 30 coins.”
Enno, wearing a mask, calmly took out some twine and a sharp, gleaming needle.
“Should I stitch it now?” The doll in her arms started crying and flapping around, trying to escape.
“Stitch—it—now—”
The girl, her mouth held open by the brace, said dully.
Enno put on his gloves and said indifferently, “Alright, hold it down for me, and I'll get to work.”
The girl immediately glared and pinned the flapping doll to the counter. The doll's eyes reflected the cold light in Enno's eyes, and it let out terrified screams.
“Let's begin.”
Stitch—stitch—stitch—
Stitch—stitch—stitch—
Ding! Basic Surgical Experience +1
Ding! Basic Surgical Experience +1
Ding! Basic Surgical Experience +1
Half an hour later, with the doll's screams echoing, Enno took out some scissors, cut the thread, and said, “All done. Apply this potion once a day, and within a week, the arm should be back to normal.”
Enno found a bottle of green potion from the counter.
He opened it and poured it onto the stitches. The doll let out a terrified scream.
The girl asked dully, “Is... is it over...?”
Enno clapped his hands, calmly saying, “All set. You can pay now. Physical therapy is 10 coins, stitching is 30 coins, and one bottle of potion is 10 coins. You need seven bottles, so that's a total of 110 coins! Thank you for your patronage, and we hope to see you again.”
The doll quickly flew back into the girl's arms, trembling and looking at Enno fearfully.
Clearly, Enno had left a deep, traumatic impression on her.
The girl fumbled through her clothes.
After a while, she took out 20 coins and placed them on the counter, saying, “I... I only have twenty...”
Enno replied indifferently, “That's fine. You still owe me 90 coins. Which part of you do you want to leave as collateral? I can cut it off for free.”
With that, Enno picked up the flensing knife.
The girl's face turned (ΩДΩ), and she took a step back.
“I have ten more coins!” The girl quickly pulled out another ten coins from her clothes and put them on the counter.
Enno said calmly, “Still short 80.”
The girl (ΩДΩ) put down the six bottles of potion, saying, “I'll come back for these potions later.”
Enno took back the potions and said, “Still short 20.”
The girl trembled, “Can I pay on credit?”
Enno, holding the knife, walked out and said, “No credit for a small business like mine. I can't do that. But 20 coins isn't much. Leave one of your eyes, and I'll give you the potions and even give you 40 coins back.”
The girl, holding the doll, took a step back, covering her eye, and said, “Can I pay with something else?”
Enno replied, “You tell me, and I'll appraise it.”
The girl swallowed hard and said, “How about... if I let you... you know... will you forgive my entire debt?”
