Optional Task Branch One: Turn it into lamp oil for the Soul Lantern. Reward: +2 days of Soul Lantern usage.

  Optional Task Branch Two: Feed it to the little darling in the backyard. Reward: +50 Little Darling Goodwill.

  Optional Task Branch Three: Soak it in reagents to keep as a collection. Reward: +10 Specimen Making Experience.

  Optional Task Branch Four: Wait for the Pig-Headed Demon to come and take back his daughter. Reward: To be analyzed...

  Enno calmly looked at the four task branches the system had given him.

  “Of course, it's the fourth one.”

  Enno sat on the counter, placed the ghost infant on the table, and started tapping on the abacus, saying seriously:

  “I'm a doctor. If someone leaves their baby with me and I just get rid of it, wouldn't that make me a psycho? My moral standards won't allow me to do such a thing.”

  “……”

  “Since I'm such a principled person, system, aren't you gonna give me a little something?”

  Morality +10

  “……”

  Enno held his knife and continued to wait for the next customer.

  Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the ghost baby. He noticed that its appearance had already begun to twist into a grotesque, gnarled shape.

  Enno's Sanity -1

  Five minutes later.

  When he looked again, the baby's face had started to grow numerous cysts of various sizes, and its pitch-black mouth was emitting hoarse, wailing sounds.

  Enno's Sanity -10

  Ten minutes later.

  When Enno opened his eyes again, his face was now covered in writhing, twisted tentacles of various sizes.

  Enno's Sanity -30

  Enno's eyes twitched frantically. It seemed the system was right after all—if left unchecked, the ghost infant was indeed becoming more and more unrecognizable!

  No way!

  If this kept up, never mind whether the pig demon would even recognize his daughter. Enno himself wouldn't be able to take it! It was just too ugly! Seriously, terrifyingly ugly!

  Enno stood up with a frustrated expression (╬￣皿￣), cracked his wrists, and said:

  “Alright, consider this a favor. I'll give you a free facelift so you don't scare me now and others later!”

  He put on a mask and gloves, then tied the ghost infant to the counter with a rope.

  Squeak—squeak—

  The twisted tentacles on the ghost infant's face suddenly mutated into countless mouths, which roared terrifyingly at Enno.

  Smack—

  Enno slapped the tentacles back into place.

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  “Behave!”

  Enno put on his monocular, his expression indifferent, and cracked his knuckles.

  He reached out with both hands, grabbed the wildly twisting tentacles on its face, and began to knead them as if they were dough.

  “Waaah—waaah—” The ghost infant's body emitted sounds of what seemed like terror.

  Malevolent Blood Infant's Fear +10

  Facelifts are a technical skill. Although Enno had never given anyone a facelift before, he was very skilled at molding clay figures. In a way, these two things seemed pretty similar.

  The first step in a facelift, naturally, was to mix all the messy, sticky stuff on its face evenly, making it smooth and round. This would lay the perfect foundation for the subsequent face-shaping.

  Malevolent Blood Infant's Fear +10

  Kneading also required skill; it couldn't be too dry or too wet. You had to give it enough elasticity and toughness, which was a process that tested your hand strength.

  “Don't move around.”

  “Since I delivered you, as a doctor, I must ensure you're healthy during this period. Don't worry, I'll take care of your face.”

  Enno's face was stern, and he fully utilized his pre-traversal noodle-making skills. After kneading the mass on its face, he pulled it outwards.

  Malevolent Blood Infant's Fear +20

  He twisted it into a braid and pressed it back in.

  Malevolent Blood Infant's Fear +20

  He pulled again!

  Twisted it into two braids and pressed it back in, thoroughly mixing the sticky, disgusting mass until it was even and elastic.

  The sounds coming from the ghost infant's body became more and more terrifying.

  Malevolent Blood Infant's Fear +20

  Knock knock knock—

  At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

  There stood a humanoid monster, covered in burn marks and oozing pus from its face. Crimson and foul-smelling slime continuously flowed from its eye sockets, looking terrifying and eerie.

  “I want... a new face...”

  The monster's throat produced a low, scorched voice.

  Enno took a look.

  Burnt Ghost

  Race: Malevolent Spirit

  Level: 15

  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

  Combat Ability: Ordinary

  Introduction: A malevolent spirit that was burned alive in a fire, with 99.9% of its body burned. Its personality is twisted and gloomy, and it harbors great malice towards anything beautiful.

  Ding! Triggered quest: Help the Burnt Ghost get a new face. Reward: 50 Skeleton Coins, +50 Surgical Experience, Special Reward +1

  “Welcome! Please take a seat over there and wait for a moment!”

  Enno poked his head out from in front of the ghost infant, his eyes showing a standard professional smile.

  Pffft—

  The pus from the ghost infant's face, which had just been squeezed, splattered all over Enno's mask.

  The Burnt Ghost that had just walked in froze.

  “Please have a seat, I'll be right with you.”

  Enno smiled, then his attention returned to the ghost infant tied to the counter. To speed things up, Enno had to use both hands.

  He grabbed the two sides of the kneaded flesh.

  Pulled hard.

  “Waaaah————” The ghost infant's body made a terrifying sound of fear.

  He twisted it into a braid.

  Pressed it back onto the face.

  “Ah—ah—” The ghost infant trembled.

  He flipped the ghost infant over, applied more force, and began to knead the twisted flesh on its face vigorously.

  “Almost done, just a moment longer.”

  Enno smiled and looked up at the Burnt Ghost sitting on a chair not far away, showing a sincere expression.

  The Burnt Ghost stared blankly at the terrifying process on the counter.

  Its legs began to shake involuntarily.

  Another pull.

  Another two meters.

  Burnt Ghost: “!!!”

  Burnt Ghost's Sanity -20!

  Another knead, he picked up a rolling pin.

  Crunch—crunch—

  The ghost infant's face was flattened, and it let out terrified, squeaky noises.

  The Burnt Ghost's entire body, covered in pus, began to tremble.

  Burnt Ghost's Sanity -20!

  Something's not right!

  Something's not right!

  This pharmacy I walked into... it feels off!

  It nervously extended its burned hand and asked, “Excuse me... what exactly are you...”

  Enno, hearing this, continued to knead the flesh on the ghost infant's face, looked up, and revealed a sincere professional smile, saying:

  “Oh, this little ghost is just too ugly, even in a polluting way. As a doctor, I must give it a normal face.”

  The Burnt Ghost shuddered all over.

  It stammered, “Y-your... your technique is really... unique...”

  Its entire body became rigid, its burned eyes widened, and its hunched body somehow straightened up.

  It watched as the ghost infant's face was kneaded like noodles in the doctor's hands.

  Its legs trembled even more violently.

  In an instant, its mind conjured up the terrifying image of its face being pulled and twisted by this doctor.

  The Burnt Ghost began to panic.

  This place... this place isn't right! It's like I walked into a black market!

  And just as it started to have this thought.

  Pop—pop—pop—

  Pop—pop—pop—

  The doctor reached out and popped a dozen tumors that had grown on the ghost infant's face.

  The thick pus splattered, even hitting its face.

  It burst!

  It burst!

  “Mommy (ΩДΩ)!!!!”

  Burnt Ghost's Sanity -30!!