novelraw Chapter 380: I'm Down, You're Up
Chapter 380: I'm Down, You're Up
Returning to the counter, after temporarily settling the little cat girl, Lynn continued his duty for the night.
Miaomiao was also very obedient, because Miaomiao also knew that she couldn't stay by her master's side for too long at one time. Otherwise, when she opened her eyes and woke up the next day, it wouldn't be good if she turned her master into a strange shape too!
So, although reluctant to part, she obediently hopped and skipped away as Lynn arranged for her to go to the rest room.
Back at the counter.
Focusing his gaze.
A new piece of parchment on the counter caught his attention.
Clearly, this should be a new message left behind by that Doctor Aier who was on duty during the day.
Lynn carefully opened it and read.
[Welcome again, Good Doctor, sir. I heard about what happened this morning, and I'm truly very comforted that Miaomiao has stepped out of the shadows of her past under your care, nya.]
[You really are a very competent and kind Night Doctor. With your assistance in the Abnormal Creatures Center from now on, I feel a lot more at ease!][♡~]
[The thing is, Good Doctor, sir, two patients from our sanatorium made an appointment with me in advance for treatment today, but they didn't show up the entire day. So, if they come back tonight, you can go ahead and see them, nya.]
[Of course, there's no need to specifically fulfill their conditions. They are, more or less, a bit not quite normal. You'll get used to it. I'll personally give them a follow-up examination during the day tomorrow~]
[That's all, Good Doctor, sir. Wishing you health~]
Putting down the parchment in his hand, Lynn adjusted his monocle.
Truly a strange person.
And their off-duty time is really very punctual.
But that's fine too. After all, he was on the night shift. Last night, with only Miaomiao as a patient, could already be considered very relaxed.
Lynn sat on the chair, closed his eyes, slacking off while he waited.
He didn't know how much time passed.
*Knock knock knock—*
Three knocks came from outside the door.
Darkness spread.
Outside the tightly shut door, one could faintly hear strange, wriggling tones and smell a special stench, like rotting salted fish.
Lynn immediately opened his eyes and sat up straight quickly.
He knew new patients must have come for treatment.
"Please come in!"
Lynn adjusted his monocle, a professional smile appearing on his face.
But the door was not pushed open from outside.
Under Lynn's watchful gaze.
Threads of sickly green mucus, like someone taking a dump, squeezed themselves bit by bit through the door crack with great effort, then plopped down onto the floor in clumps.
Under Lynn's stiff, smiling gaze.
The green mucus squeezed for a full five minutes, like suffering from severe constipation, finally squeezing itself in through that narrow crack, one clump after another.
"Hello, are you the new Night Doctor who was transferred here?"
That clump of mucus wriggled together, a sticky fissure splitting open in the middle, yet it emitted a normal tone of voice.
A smell, as if one had fallen into a cesspit and received a thorough drenching, wafted over.
And Lynn's eyes instantly displayed his status panel.
[Foul Slime]
[Level]: 71
[Race]: Special Mutated Slime Polymer
[Alignment]: Chaotic Neutral
[Combat Ability]: You absolutely do not want to fight him.
[Introduction]: A special type of Slime polymerized from a large amount of feces and filth, a collective entity of the products of the five grains' cycle. A favorite of certain eight-stroke creatures. Where he exists, it's usually accompanied by a whole set of ecological manifestations centered around him. You can understand him as a wriggling...
Lynn calmly finished reading the introduction, adjusted his monocle, and glanced again at the gradually coalescing greenish-yellowish unidentified polymer.
He smiled composedly and said:
"That's me. I'm the new night shift doctor. You can call me Good Doctor, sir. How may I assist you?"
The Foul Slime wriggled forward, climbing, leaving a long trail of foul-smelling, unidentified residue behind, then slowly climbed onto the chair. An eyeball slowly opened above the fissure.
A wave of foul stench immediately assaulted the senses.
"Don't you think I'm very smelly?" the Foul Slime inquired hoarsely.
Somewhat hesitant.
Because without exception, in this City of Night, wherever he appeared, no matter who it was, they would immediately put on a Plague Doctor Mask, then turn on the air purification system before communicating with him.
But this Night Doctor before him appeared completely composed, not shying away because of his unpleasant odor.
Lynn adjusted his glasses, smiling professionally. "Is that so? Maybe I'm used to it. When I followed my teacher before, I did proctology nursing for a long time. I've seen all kinds of devastating scenes. This level of impact is still small potatoes for me."
"Is that so..."
"Yes. An excellent doctor must possess the ability to eat two big bowls of rice with great relish even in an environment of flying feces and urine and blood everywhere. For example, last year, a Giant was constipated. I saw my teacher use his bare hands to..."
"Stop. Let's not elaborate on the specific details. Can we skip this topic..."
Lynn nodded, indicating it was fine.
The Foul Slime wriggled its body, organized its thoughts, pondered, and emitted a rustling, sticky sound from its mouth.
And from the sound, one could vaguely sense a trace of unnaturalness and embarrassment in its words.
"It's like this. I had an appointment with Doctor Aier a few days ago. It was always Doctor Aier who treated me before. So, regarding the specific situation, let me explain it to you in detail."
Lynn listened.
"And I'm different from the other freaks here. Among these abnormal monsters, I'm actually the most normal. I basically don't have any illness."
Lynn nodded. That could be seen.
"And I don't think there's anything wrong with me eating shit. Beings like us rely on this to make a living. It's just like you eating food. It's clearly a very normal thing."
Lynn nodded and said, "I agree with that. Everyone's tastes are different. What I might think is inedible could be soft and delicious in someone else's mouth. Society really should have more tolerance and encouragement."
[Ding! Foul Slime's Affinity towards you +10]
In a distant place, Miss Puppet, wearing a mask, quietly sat on silk threads, propping her chin, listening quietly to their discussion of those not-very-normal topics.
"Thank you. I've always thought so too. But recently, I've encountered some difficulties."
"What difficulties?" Lynn inquired calmly.
The Foul Slime furrowed what might or might not be considered its eyebrows and said:
"I've fallen in love."
A brief silence.
Lynn's mind instantly conjured an eerie image of two indescribable, unidentified existences being intimate together, all lovey-dovey.
Lynn's expression remained calm. He adjusted his monocle and said, "Isn't that a very high thing?"
The Foul Slime took a deep breath. It raised its eyeball, its gaze somewhat blank and vacant, looking up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.
"It is indeed a very high thing. After all, in the long years I've existed, it's the first time I've felt this stirring in my heart. I vaguely remember, that day, the night was dark, the wind was high..."
"I went to the restroom to forage for food as usual. I was down below, she and her master were up above. I hid in the shadows, while she was there in the lamplight..."