The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Seeing that Dr. Fran didn't seem inclined to do anything about it, she put it back in its original place herself.

Fran walked briskly down the long corridor into the kitchen, then reached out and tied on the bear apron.

She was getting ready to cook lunch for the day.

Having previously processed Schmidt's brain, she suddenly developed a craving for roasted pig brains these past few days. Therefore, this morning she went to the North District market to purchase fresh cow brains, coriander, and garlic... With all the ingredients and equipment ready, she was just waiting to begin preparation.

Fran called out to Sigrid, but the usually responsive young lady, Miss Sigrid, did not appear for a long time this time for some reason.

Was something holding you back in the collection room? But there's the highest level of security there, so nothing should go wrong.

Fran walked into the main hall with some doubt, but still did not see him.

Just as she was wondering whether she should go through the corridor to the collection room, a fluffy little deer nudged her from behind.

"Na."

Luya carefully watched over her long, glassy horns, making sure they didn't scratch the doctor in front of her.

"Luyala, is this one of your pranks?"

Upon seeing Luara appear, Fran immediately realized she was in a dream. In this state, Sigrid naturally couldn't hear her calls…

She chuckled and leaned down to pinch the downy hair on Luya's cheek.

The little deer pouted as if trying to feign anger, but then her slender hooves trembled slightly. Her eyelashes were half-closed, and she leaned weakly against her chest.

As a young deer, Luara was very light. Through her warm, soft fur, one could feel her erratic heartbeat, and even her breathing rhythm carried a trace of lingering panic, which gradually subsided under Fran's soothing words.

"You child, you've gotten yourself all injured again. Didn't I say you could go find Sister Haida when you went out to find food?"

Fran helped Luara up and noticed bite marks on the side of her neck; her once beautiful, frost-colored fur was now stained with mottled blood.

The condition of this wound is quite strange; it doesn't resemble the bite of a wild animal, but rather the wound left by the jaw teeth of some kind of ant.

"The injuries are less severe than the previous two, and the contamination did not penetrate deep into the body... This should allow for a simplified medical treatment plan."

As Fran's hand touched the wound, the clear, faint light of [Dust Removal and Purification] shone forth.

The ant-like contaminants that swarmed and crawled around the wound began to writhe wildly, but they were still unable to stop themselves from disappearing in the next moment.

After last year's house call at Silent Hill, Fran's [Dust Removal] skill has advanced from "Proficient" to "Dominant". It not only supports the removal of even the smallest foreign objects but also enhances their strength, making it quick and effective at eliminating ant-like contaminants.

Yiluyala opened her bright eyes, somewhat surprised, as the contamination that had lingered in the wound on her neck completely disappeared.

In Lin's memory, although the doctor at the Fog Street Clinic had superb medical skills, the treatment process was often accompanied by severe pain.

Whether it's the first time the contaminated flesh and blood are severed, or the second time the contamination is dispelled by the scorching heat...

But today her treatment was so gentle that she didn't even feel any pain.

Six “Hey…”

Luya rested her head on Fran, her expression soft and languid. If she weren't already dreaming and unable to fall asleep again, she probably would have already drifted off.

"Given your racial characteristics, you shouldn't need any additional stitches. After cleaning away the contamination, it should heal on its own in a short time."

The reason why Sifulan was able to complete the treatment so easily and comfortably was not only because of the advancement of [Dust Removal and Purification], but also because she had mastered a large number of Luyala's physical parameters.

3 Now she knows the entire structure of this mythical creature like the back of her hand, from every bone to every organ... so she is naturally no longer as hesitant as she was when they first met, worried that a wrong cut might blow up her clinic.

Although Luara doesn't seem like the type to have fire pouches, it's always good to be cautious and take precautions.

Without the disturbance of pollution, Luyala's wounds quickly began to heal, and thin scabs could be seen under her azure fur.

Now that the treatment is complete, a new problem immediately arises...

"Oh, dear Luara, how shall you pay for this consultation?"

"Na?"

A human and a deer locked eyes, their gazes meeting.

Fran knew, of course, that expecting a mythical creature to pay her was unrealistic... so since she asked, she must have already thought about what she would ask for in return.

"Luya, how about joining the Fog Street Clinic?"

"I will provide five social insurances and two housing funds, free medical care, stable salary, holiday benefits... and the highest standard of employee meals. As for working hours, I will call you when needed, and the rest of the time is all holidays."

"As for the position, let's make it 'messenger'."

She maintained a persuasive tone, her amber eyes shining like a lamp.

"Na!"

After a moment's thought, Luya nodded slightly, accepting Fran's olive branch with a light and joyful expression.

Without this clinic hidden in the gray fog, she would probably have been captured after her first injury, and her fate would have been uncertain. Rather than getting injured again and causing trouble for the doctors, it was better to simply join them and seek refuge.

In fact, Luyala had already had a similar idea before.

The reason he didn't mention it was twofold: firstly, he hadn't yet mastered human language and didn't know how to express himself to Fran; secondly, he was afraid she would reject him and subsequently dislike him…

Fran then took out a parchment contract from his sleeve, as if he had planned this all along.

Since Luara had already agreed, the signing of the contract was a natural next step... As Fran's name and Luara's small hoofprint were imprinted on the contract, an invisible connection was established.

"It seems like I mentioned wanting a messenger back in last year, and I never expected it to only come true this year."

Fran put away the contract documents and breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

After nine months of being fed, Luara finally willingly became the Fog City Messenger, and from now on, she could be tormented at will...

"Welcome to the company, Luyala. I'll prepare your welcome gift within this quarter, so stay tuned!"

She stroked the fawn's soft fur around its neck with great pleasure, and just as she was about to bury her head in it to breathe, a faint yet familiar voice called out from afar.

"Dr. Fran?"

The sense of loss that followed the dream vanished upon waking, and everything in the dream turned into a dazzling bubble.

When Fran opened her eyes again, she found Sigrid supporting her waist to prevent herself from falling. Clearly, it was she who had called her.

"Didn't you get enough rest? How come you fell asleep in the kitchen?"

Sigrid asked, somewhat puzzled.

There haven't been any high-pressure research projects lately, and Dr. Fran's schedule is very healthy, so why would she suddenly fall asleep in the kitchen? She didn't even have time to take off her classic bear apron...

"I just processed the onboarding for a new member of the Foggy Street Clinic. You might have the opportunity to work together in the future."

Fran raised his hand to cover his lips, trying to dispel the weariness brought on by the dream.

Sigrid looked bewildered at first, then her eyes narrowed as if she had a sudden realization.

"Is it... that patient who exists in the dream dimension?"

“That’s right.” Fran confirmed Sigrid’s guess.

"She will be a competent messenger."

After explaining briefly to the maid, she once again focused her attention on the fresh-looking pink pig brains in front of her.

This kind of grilled dish doesn't require much skill in knife work or controlling the heat; as long as the seasoning is good and the ingredients are fresh, it's fine...

—誀◆★。 ‰4↓鲮※（~#~∝五≯賯』‰謀：—

That night, dusk had fallen, and the bright moon shone like a mirror.

Sigrid lay on her soft bed, wrapping herself in the quilt.

She vaguely recalled the dishes she had eaten at noon.

It's so spicy, and the ingredients are so strange, but it has an irresistible magic... After this experience, your taste buds feel like they've been branded with some strange mark.

"call……"

Sigrid breathed evenly and slowly, even though she didn't need to supply oxygen to her organs. But this rhythm of breathing had become a means for her to regulate her mind.

Since Fran lives alone most of the time at the Foggy Street Clinic, he doesn't prepare clothes for anyone else. In other words... the pajamas Sigrid is wearing were picked out of Fran's own bedroom closet.

These nightgowns and casual clothes, given to Sigrid, were all handmade by Fran and carried the faint scent of myrrh and osmanthus on her body.

It was a calming aura, as if it could soothe a chaotic and disordered mind...

Sigrid is a "perfect" alchemical being, for whom eating and sleeping are not essential. However, under Fran's tutelage, she still maintains the senses and routines of a normal human being... and sleep is naturally an indispensable part of it.

As mental fatigue slowly crept in, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Consciousness was rising higher and higher, as if breaking free from the shackles of gravity, and bathing directly in the rolling clouds.

"Sigrid, did you sleep well?"

A familiar voice rang out, and Fran was seen resting her chin on her hand, looking at her with great interest. A graceful white deer stood beside her, occasionally licking its lips with its pink tongue.

"Let me introduce you, this is Luyala."

"Na!"

The little deer nuzzled Sigrid affectionately, then, realizing it had been too enthusiastic, shyly turned its head away.

"Oh... hello?"

Sigrid looked at Luara, a hint of surprise flashing in her molten gold eyes.

Although Fran had told her that this was a "lovely" patient, she was worried about the doctor's peculiar aesthetic sense... so she couldn't really guess what she looked like.

It wasn't until I saw it with my own eyes that I realized Dr. Fran was right. This little guy is almost unfairly cute.

Good night, Miss Sigrid.

Heda, who was standing to the side, straightened the hem of her nun's robe and then nodded to her.

"You are one too, Sister Haida."

Sigrid looked up at her eyes, which were the color of molten gold, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Why is Sister Heda in my dream too? Besides introducing new colleagues... is Dr. Fran doing something else?

"Sigrid, there's a special event tonight. We're going to sneak into someone's dream."

When this was mentioned, Fran smiled mysteriously.

"Hey... how about we treat this as the annual team building activity for Foggy Street Clinic?"

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If I had any votes, I might be motivated. (Tears)

Chapter Twenty: Ruins and Wasteland

Sigrid walked through the bizarre dreamscape with a sense of novelty, her molten gold eyes occasionally flashing.

One moment she was clearly walking in a dark forest, the next she was in the bustling main street of Norrington.

Carriages, horses, and pedestrians flowed by like a river, their noise never ceasing.

Such illogical scene changes had occurred countless times along the way, leaving her somewhat disoriented.

The ownerless dream is composed of a vast amount of old memories, overflowing with chaotic and disordered fantasies... This makes the surrounding scenery extremely unstable, illusory and dazzling.

But the path Luya trod was like frost and snow, the flawless light gradually turning everything pure white.

Sigrid was eager to know where they were going.

But seeing Fran's slightly furrowed brows, as if pondering some serious matter, she didn't want to disturb her. Therefore, she suppressed her curiosity and patiently followed behind Luyara.

It's rare to see this doctor looking so serious; she must be thinking about something important.

Fran lightly touched her lower lip, her amber eyes slightly darkening, making it difficult to discern her thoughts.

Ok……

A somewhat frail leader, a very capable eldest brother, a very interesting second brother, and a white ungulate... Now, all that's missing is a reliable and hardworking third brother to complete the journey to the West—a group of four people and one mount. (Dove)

However, the order is a bit off. Sigrid already meets the criteria of being reliable and hardworking, so is placing her in the second position inappropriate? But putting her after that makes the order a bit messy...

As the pure white path came to an end, Fran finally put the obviously unserious question aside and stepped into the dream at the end of the path. Zero

Silver birch and calamus, a long, shaded path.

Many students and professors in casual clothes walked among them. Some were leisurely enjoying themselves since they had no classes afterward, while others hurried along because they were about to be late.

Without a doubt, this is Norlington Central College. (Wu)

Sigrid surveyed the towering wall beside the road, covered in star anise flowers, and quickly determined its location within the academy.