The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Her right eye was completely black; the beautiful, eerie green pupil was nowhere to be found. There were no other external injuries, making it all the more bizarre and unsettling.

"The attacker took one of my eyes."

Dorothy gritted her teeth slightly, her tone tinged with resentment.

"But he also suffered serious injuries. Under the influence of 'S-066. Faded to Pure White,' the attacker will be unable to use any secret techniques for at least six months."

In fact, given more time, she could even use this relic to erase the attacker's memories and self-awareness, completely eliminating their ability to move...

But the man seized an opening and attacked Tong En. If Dorothy hadn't come to her aid, the waitress's spirit would likely not be so unharmed now.

"Please let me take a closer look."

Fran lifted Dorothy's chin and began to examine the specific injuries to her eyes.

"Oh... such a beautiful technique, it's practically a work of art."

Although it was somewhat inappropriate to say it like that, she couldn't help but praise the perpetrator's method of removing the eyeball. Precise, efficient, the severance of nerves and blood vessels was clean and neat, a world apart from simply digging it out.

"Dr. Fran."

Haida called her name softly from the side, signaling her to be serious.

"Excuse me."

Fran pursed his lips slightly apologetically, then briefly explained the situation to Dorothy.

"The nerves and blood vessels are well preserved, and there are no obvious signs of trauma or infection. It only requires simple treatment. If the missing eyeball is found later, I can help with optic nerve anastomosis."

"That's what that guy came for. Now that my eyes have been taken, even if I get them back, they're probably useless."

Dorothy, however, was quite open-minded about it.

At the gambling table, once the chips are out of your hand, they no longer belong to you. The same goes for the body... Even if the attacker is caught months later, this eye will probably be made into a specimen or a material for nurturing spirits.

At least she still had her other eye, and it was the other person who fled in panic, not herself.

Lin: "That's true. Eyes are generally difficult to preserve for a long time, and most are preserved as specimens."

Fran agreed with Dorothy's statement.

Upon hearing this, Qi Tong'en's eyes dimmed slightly.

She vaguely remembered that Dorothy had been trying to get help from her when the attacker found an opening...

"Miss Fran, is it possible to donate my eyes to the priest?"

After a moment's hesitation, she looked at Fran with great seriousness.

Dorothy then turned her gaze to Fran, but the warning in her eyes was clear... As a senior and teacher, she could not possibly accept the eyes of her apprentice.

"Oh, that's a question that requires a lot of medical knowledge."

Liu Fran took out the silver-rimmed glasses he usually wore when making teaching materials from a small box in his medicine kit, and gently placed them on his nose, looking like a young professor eager to begin his lecture.

"The human skull has 12 pairs of extremely complex cranial nerve structures, and the related anastomoses are incredibly intricate, even under a microscope they're not precise enough. Just the eye-related ones include the optic nerve, ophthalmic nerve, trochlear nerve, abducens nerve, and that damned trigeminal nerve..."

"Under these circumstances, let's not even mention the difficulty of transplanting an eyeball... the rejection reaction alone is a problem."

She seemed to be explaining some medical knowledge, but Haida inexplicably detected a hint of resentment in her voice...

Although Tong En didn't understand what Fran was saying, she felt that she had made a very impolite request.

"Sorry……"

"But is there really no other way?"

Fran smiled faintly, stroking the rim of his silver-rimmed glasses with his fingertips, before taking a small box from his medicine chest.

"Of course there is a solution... Although the above problem once troubled me, I solved it many years ago. Fortunately, I happen to have a pair of eyes that no one else wants. Let's use them to help Miss Dorothy in the meantime."

As she spoke, she opened the small box. Immersed in a colorless solution... was an eyeball with a black pupil.

Vivian and Haida carefully examined the constantly shifting eyeball, sensing that something was amiss.

The eyes held a faint, almost imperceptible, glimmer of light, a hint of something familiar. Who could it be?

It seems that Fran took one of Lady Solani's eyes back then, right...?

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Chapter Three: Nightmare Guest

"A spirit bearing the image of a cup. Miss Fran, are you sure this thing is really safe, and... where did it come from?"

Looking at the eyeball resting quietly in the small box, Dorothy's expression shifted several times, momentarily undecided.

Although Fran was both a contracted physician for the Hunters and a fellow member of the Mirror Cleaner faction of the Lamp Cult, he had no reason to harm himself...

But the thought of her accepting this organ of unknown origin was somewhat unsettling.

Upon hearing the word "origin," Vivian and Haida tacitly turned their heads away, remaining silent and not participating in the conversation.

Fran answered Dorothy's questions quite meticulously, seemingly having a deep impression of the patient.

“A newly promoted Red Grail Auxiliary Priest received my treatment and recovered as desired… and this eye is my payment.”

"While preserving the vitality of the original eye, I removed the 'emotions' and antibody repulsion from this eyeball. It's ready to use right out of the box and can be easily installed and removed... If you later find your original eye, I can offer a replacement service."

It was indeed Solani… Haida’s eyes darkened slightly, and she immediately understood.

She vividly remembered how Solani's eyes had crawled out of their sockets, leaping into Fran's hands like some kind of arachnid. The impression that scene left was indeed powerful and unforgettable. Lu

"Red Cup Aide..."

Dorothy hesitated for a moment, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

"You healed her at the cost of your eyeball, so... what do you want from me in return?"

As a mirror-shiner who peers into fate and enlightenment, she doesn't believe in free lunches.

Fran was quite pleased with her cautious attitude.

There was neither excessive paranoia nor indifference. Dorothy's questions were indeed quite valid.

"As Zweig said, 'All gifts of fate come with a price tag attached.' And my share of the payment to you... I have already received it."

"So, this time it's free."

Fran crossed his fingers, his amber eyes gleaming subtly, their meaning unfathomable.

Dorothy bit her lower lip and fell silent.

"All gifts of fate come with a price tag attached," this statement is indeed quite philosophical... but who is Zweig? And what does "already received" mean?

As a mirror polisher, she often spoke to those seeking divination in this ethereal tone. Who would have thought that one day she herself would become a victim of riddles? Truly, fate has a way of catching everyone…

"Are you sure you won't charge? I can afford to pay up to 1,500 standard silver coins."

Fran seemed somewhat tempted by the suggestion, but in the end, she firmly shook her index finger.

"free."

"Guarantee security without infringing on privacy?" Dorothy pressed.

"I guarantee it," Fran replied patiently.

Dorothy gently touched her empty eye sockets and finally made her decision.

"Write a document."

"I will write the contract, and I will provide the paper and pen."

Fran nodded slightly, clearly having no objection.

"Of course, a reasonable service agreement is also an indispensable part of the medical process."

Soon, Dorothy took out the ceremonial paper and skillfully drafted a service agreement with contractual force. Fran then neatly signed his name on it.

The spirit of the law quietly establishes an invisible connection.

"Are you relieved now, Miss Dorothy?"

"……Um."

Seeing how readily the other party agreed, Dorothy realized she had been overly cautious.

But if given the chance again, she would still do it… just as the Hunter's code states, “Caution is a mutual courtesy.” And the disciples of the Lamp Cult deeply agreed. The Road

Having completed the preparations, Fran used [Dust Removal] to disperse the dust particles floating in the surrounding air. Then, he put on rubber gloves, took the eyeball out of the box, and placed it in front of Dorothy.

"Okay, open your eyes wide, don't resist too much. It might be a little itchy when you first start fitting..."

Dorothy could feel the eyeball "crawling" into her eye socket with a wet, sticky sensation. It was almost as if it possessed an independent life. Death

A deep, tingling sensation spread through the inside of the eye sockets, rippling with the slightest movement, like fresh blood plasma re-entering long-numbed limbs with the vitality of life.

Nerves, blood vessels, skin, flesh—everything is merging on its own.

"Finish."

A moment later, Fran took out a mirror and handed it to Dorothy. She took the mirror and carefully examined her current state.

One pupil was a ghostly green, the other a deep black, giving it a somewhat strange appearance. But it also added an indescribable exoticism to its face, like a Persian cat with unusual colors. In any case, it was far better than having an empty eye socket.

"How is your vision? Is it normal?"

As is customary, Fran began the post-treatment consultation.

With the sensation of nerve connection, Dorothy began to look around.

"I can see it clearly, even more clearly than before."

The subtle cup-like structure within the eyeball makes it more active and functionally superior than ordinary organs.

"Okay...then we're even."

Fran withdrew [Dust Removal] and ended today's medical services. Dorothy was left completely bewildered... She still couldn't remember when she had paid the doctor.

Haida then spoke seriously and began to perform her official duties, inquiring about what had happened the day before.

"Miss Dorothy, could you please describe in detail what happened during yesterday's attack?"

"Ah."

Dorothy rubbed her temples and began to recall.

"Around 18 PM, a man wearing a black robe entered the club. He was of medium build, and I couldn't see his face clearly at all, probably because he used some kind of secret technique or relic..."

"His actions are very strange, his methods of casting spells are hard to describe, and the nature of his spirit is unfathomable. Judging from his actions, he pulls out other people's spirits by tugging at their bodies. It is because of being touched that Tong En experienced the symptoms of separation between his spirit and body."

Vivian, who was standing nearby, was taking notes of Dorothy's description. She then remembered that Dr. Fran seemed to have used a similar secret technique when he put Tong's spirit back in.

"Some kind of method of manipulating spirits?"

"Maybe."

Dorothy neither confirmed nor denied this, and then proceeded to recount other information she knew. °⌒¤」⌒＃［〖▲◇

"The way he took my eyes was also through 'touching'. Before the contact, the man seemed to have applied some kind of ointment to his arm, which I speculate might be a consumable relic or a spirit-enhancing potion."

"That guy originally wanted to take both of my eyes along with my spirit, but Mr. Child happened to be nearby at the time. With his help, the attacker could only escape wounded."

"...Without external help, he will be unable to activate the secret technique for at least six months."

【S-066. Faded to Pure White】is an ancient relic from the Lamp Cult, shaped like an earring. It is because of this that Dorothy, with her mystical divination skills, was able to suppress the mysterious person in a direct confrontation.

"That's all I know."

Dorothy pondered for a long time before finally confirming that there was no more information worth telling.

Vivian tried to press for more details.

"Can't we track his movements through 'divination'? Besides, I remember there should be a [Mirror Image] set up inside the Mirror of Enlightenment Club?"

"The reflection in the mirror was just a constantly shifting black shadow. As for divination... he left no trace, so divination from scratch is very ineffective."

Dorothy pursed her lips, clearly having already tried it before.

For the Mirror Wipers of the Lamp Cult, the analysis and spying on the enemy were already completed simultaneously during the battle. That guy maintained a high degree of secrecy throughout, carrying relics that could conceal their spirit and essence... clearly, he came prepared.

"That's troublesome."

Vivian's secret service also handles some criminal investigations and is aware of how tricky this situation is.