The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Dr. Fran!"

Vivian was initially pleasantly surprised, as she hadn't seen him for quite some time. But at the same time... a bad feeling also arose within her.

"There will be a penalty for guessing wrong, okay?"

Fran simply smiled as always.

"...What punishment?" she asked hesitantly, then realized the absurdity of the situation and immediately began to protest.

"Wait, didn't they say there would be a penalty for guessing wrong before we started? This is an unreasonable additional clause..."

Before Vivian could finish speaking, she saw a pair of pale hands covered in stitches enveloping her neck.

"Click."

Ignoring Vivian's protests, Fran twisted her precisely and swiftly, and her consciousness sank into darkness. It was the same "physical hypnosis" therapy used on Black Banyan earlier.

"The child's bone structure is not quite right. He probably had a habit of sitting for long periods of time before, but his posture was not quite correct."

Fran pressed his fingertips against Vivian's neck skin, checking the condition of her vertebrae from top to bottom, and then began to manually adjust any abnormalities.

About an hour later, Vivian finally awoke fully from her deep sleep. ××4〓』

As if waking from a long dream, all the fatigue and lethargy seemed to melt away, and my whole body was filled with an indescribable sense of comfort.

"Dr. Fran, I..."

She took a half-step back nervously. She worried that her feeling of pleasure was due to the presence or absence of some organ… like Sister Heda, who, despite possessing superhuman strength and energy, was somehow somewhat abnormal…

“I normally charge for simple bone-setting therapy.”

Seeing Vivian on the sofa constantly shifting backward with a cushion tucked in her arms, Fran crossed his arms and explained somewhat irritably.

"really?"

"Of course," she replied without any hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Vivian glanced at herself and, seeing no signs of surgery, breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you're worried I'm lying, there are other people here, aren't there?"

Fran pointed to the other side of the sofa, where Heda was sitting upright, holding a copy of "The Silence of Proverbs." Hearing this, she nodded, confirming that the doctor really hadn't done anything else.

"Vivian, you weren't feeling well just now; you were clearly lacking rest. It's not good to investigate a case in a state where you could fall asleep at any moment, is it?"

As he spoke, Fran casually picked up a vanilla cookie from the wicker basket and put it in his mouth.

Vivian nodded, admitting she hadn't been quite lucid earlier. Otherwise, she should have been able to distinguish between Fran and the Silver Feather Hydra supervisor by their scents... the supervisor's cuffs should have smelled of menthol.

"But...why did Dr. Fran come here?"

“I received an invitation from Sister Heda. She thought I would be interested in this letter of commission, and indeed... that was the case.”

Fran pulled a task sheet from the General Affairs Department out of his white coat pocket, which detailed the assignment.

"Mirror of Enlightenment Club"

"An attack of unknown origin occurred at the club, resulting in one death and three serious injuries. There are suspicions of external interference, and a thorough investigation is needed."

"After all, I'm still working part-time at Zero. What if something happens to Dorothy and no one pays my wages?" >san♀］Lu:′

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Chapter Two: Fading to Pure White

Tong En's consciousness was in a hazy, dazed state.

Her memory is stuck in yesterday.

It was an ordinary early January day, nothing special. In fact, there were fewer people coming to have their fortunes told than usual.

Then, in the evening, a strange guest arrived at the club...

What was I doing at the time? Well… I was greeting guests and checking the month's income and expenses. What happened after that?

She felt that her memory was fragmented, and she had to try very hard to recall even a few scattered fragments.

The human brain has the ability to filter information on its own. When people recall short-term memories, they are in a state of "retrieval". They first identify the specific event, and then related information will emerge.

Tong En's current state of recollection is more like a "projection." The events of yesterday unfold slowly and linearly in her mind. Although she is the protagonist, it feels as if she is watching someone else's experience, with no sense of identification whatsoever.

Never mind, it's not important... Why am I still standing at the door? She walked through the gray gauze by the door of the Mirror of Enlightenment Club and stepped into the deep, secluded corridor filled with the scent of Dream Flower.

After walking a few steps, she encountered several young men dressed in black hunting attire. They looked serious and deep, and most of them were unfamiliar faces... Tong En realized that they seemed to have seen her, but their gazes were somewhat evasive.

As they entered the club's main hall, the receptionist spotted several familiar figures.

Mr. Child, Miss Fran, Ms. Si Zhu, and several other people I don't recognize... Who are they surrounding?

Sou Tong'en stepped forward to ask, but a sudden, intense feeling of unease made her stop in her tracks. It was as if taking another step would reveal some unbearable, terrifying scene.

With a premonition, she finally mustered the courage to look at the gray velvet bed that had been temporarily used to place the wounded.

When Q leaned closer to examine it, she indeed saw a familiar face.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, carrying a peaceful, almost slumbering quality. Moreover, she saw this face in the mirror every day when she washed and dressed.

That's right, the person lying on the bed is Tong En.

Yi was momentarily startled, as more memories flooded her mind: the strangely dressed guest from yesterday, the pain of collapsing to the ground in panic, the pungent smell of blood, and the emptiness that seemed to be missing something…

Am I dead?

Who will take care of Lin Taolesi? She almost never looks at the club's accounts; could she be swindled out of her assets by the later accountant?

Seven, and my parents, and my little sister who hasn't grown up yet... Will they feel sad for me?

I've only just become an apprentice of the priest, and there are still so many things I want to do that I haven't tried yet...

Jiu "Waaah..."

Tong En felt a surge of sadness accompanied by an indescribable bitterness. She felt as if she had lost the strength to stand, and knelt on the ground, sobbing.

She did not try to suppress her sobs, because as the receptionist realized she was dead, some of the previously vague details became clear.

When she walked into the club, she intended to reach out and push aside the gray curtain at the door, but her body passed right through it... The sound she made was probably inaudible to others.

Just as Tong En's tears were flowing uncontrollably, she felt a soft touch on the top of her head.

who is it?

Through her teary eyes, she looked up and found Fran crouching beside her, gently stroking her head. Her gaze held a reassuring smile, as if she were looking at a lost kitten.

"Tong En, why are you secretly dropping little pearls in the corner all by yourself?"

Fran bent down to greet him, seemingly quite interested.

Ignoring the tear stains still on her face, Tong En immediately poured out all her doubts to her.

"Dr. Fran, you can see me? And you can even touch me... Aren't I dead?"

"Hmm, you could say you're dead. But you're still quite a distance from 'complete death' in the narrow sense."

Fran pursed his lips and began to explain in a gentle, deliberate manner, as if he were explaining some unclear principle to his students.

“Death is far more complex than you imagine, Miss Tong. It is the complete annihilation of both body and soul, the cessation of consciousness, and the complete merging into a cold, desolate void with no future…”

The occasion was clearly not suitable for delving deeper into this topic, so she immediately responded to another question from Tong En.

"As for why I can see you... there's really no need for explanation, because everyone here can see you."

"The area of ​​study for hunters is 'spirit,' and basic spiritual vision is a required course."

Fran raised his hand, gesturing for Tonn to look in the direction he indicated. Sure enough, the tall funeral maid and the agent beside her were both looking at him. Even Mr. Child was…

"Perfect timing. I've just finished treating your injuries, you can go back now."

As he spoke, the doctor lifted Tong En's spirit body and, with a touch almost like that of a clay sculpture, kneaded it before "stuffing" it back into her body.

"Cough!"

Almost at the same moment, Tong En opened her eyes.

The physical sensations, the warmth of the blood, and the feeling of being accepted by the world again... So this is what it feels like to be reborn?

Her first and strongest emotion was shame, and she could only cover her face with her hands to hide her slightly reddened eyes.

The thought of her vulnerable, sobbing state while in her spirit form, witnessed by everyone, made Tong En's cheeks flush uncontrollably...

Just as the receptionist was about to say something to ease the tension, a warm embrace enveloped her.

Dorothy seemed to want to hold her tighter, but was afraid that her movements would worsen her injuries. Hmm.

"Tong En, I almost thought I was going to lose you."

"Master Si...look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Seeing Dorothy's serious and worried expression, Tong En's earlier embarrassment had completely vanished. She even had the energy to comfort her teacher, the consecrator, who no longer cared much about her manners.

Sometimes, a way to quickly calm down is to feel that others "care" about you.

Fran stood quietly to the side, watching the two with a silent yet slightly amused expression, like an artist admiring his own work.

Tong En's spirit is in pretty good condition.

She was neither damaged nor weakened from being out of her body for too long. Therefore, rescuing her was easy; there was no need for additional stitching with [Soul Shaping], just put her back in.

However, both leaving and entering the body abruptly would produce abnormal reactions. Out of caution, she chose to alleviate Tong En's injuries first before guiding him to reunite with his body.

When Dorothy realized that she seemed a little unsteady, she released Tongen, and Fran stepped forward and slowly spoke.

"Miss Tong En, please allow me to conduct a brief medical examination. Hmm... are you feeling nauseous, dizzy, or experiencing any pain in your head?"

"No."

Tong En shook his head and did not feel any of the symptoms mentioned above.

"My memory is still a bit hazy; I can't quite remember what happened yesterday."

Fran nodded slightly, not surprised by this.

Then, she picked up a booklet and began manually recording the patient's condition information.

"The medical treatment has been quite effective, and there have been no adverse reactions following the separation of body and spirit. After all, it's the original body. There is some memory loss, which may be due to the spirit's protective self-closure under strong stimulation."

"Just use the 'standard medication' that we gave to Lady Solani before to stabilize her mental state."

Fran searched the medicine cabinet and found that the stock of that type of capsule was already exhausted.

She squinted for a moment, a hint of inexplicable embarrassment in her eyes.

Speaking of which, that thing wasn't actually cheap to make, but because he had the technology to manufacture it, he used it quite freely, almost extravagantly.

Solanie, Sigrid, and others often used it before in the borderlands... for example, to help the half-wolf Blaze stabilize his mind.

From Fran's slightly hesitant contemplation, Haida could roughly guess what had happened.

"Dr. Fran, is this okay?"

She took out the "Dewdrop Grail Bottle" that Ivenne had given her earlier and showed it to Fran.

“Oh, that’s just in time…perfect. It’s not even a replacement, it’s a superior alternative.”

Fran's amber eyes flickered slightly. He then took out a plastic container, drew 20ml of the azure Dettol from the bottle, and handed it to Tong En.

"Thank you very much, Miss Fran..."

Tong En took the container of Dettol and then sincerely thanked Fran.

"I never imagined that in addition to your superb divination skills, you were also such a skilled healer... No wonder you were able to serve as a physician in the Hunter of Mysteries Order."

"I was just doing my job, nothing to brag about."

Fran humbly accepted the compliment.

Vivian glanced at the doctor, who looked relaxed, almost imperceptibly.

She still remembered that Dr. Fran's title in the confidential court files was "coroner." And the first thing this coroner did upon arriving at the crime scene was to bring the patient, who had already been preliminarily determined to be dead, back to life...

At that moment, Tong En suddenly noticed that Dorothy had been turning her face to the side the whole time, as if she was intentionally hiding something.

"Master, why won't you show me your right cheek?"

"They found it so quickly...?"

Dorothy sighed softly, then reluctantly lifted the gray veil that covered her half-face.