The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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After all, a superior brain is humanity's greatest asset in standing at the top of the food chain. If we can't even compete with that, then we have nothing else to offer...

But Fran made a premise before we started: "Except for those incomprehensible mythical creatures."

If we were to truly compare those species that exist in hidden histories... then the human brain, which we are so proud of, would probably find it difficult to gain the upper hand.

"cough."

After a long silence, Durnan coughed.

The reason the Sunsmith had remained silent was mainly because he was worried about disrupting Fran's train of thought. After all, she seemed somewhat inexperienced, but the topic she was discussing was so enticing... that he couldn't bear to interrupt her.

The Sunforge Cult possesses alchemical organ technology, which is part of bio-alchemy. However, the problem is that the alchemical organs produced generally carry extremely high risks; they may either affect one's psychic consciousness or cause continuous rejection reactions, resulting in a high mortality rate.

"Ms. Flamel, your presentation was excellent. May I ask... what academic achievement are you presenting?"

His question touched on the main topic of the day, and Fran raised his eyebrows slightly, suppressing the smile in his eyes.

“Physiological defects are innate. What I offer… is the technology to repair these defects, true bio-alchemy.”

“I will provide a harmless implantable organ that does not cause rejection. It can accelerate blood clotting when the recipient is injured and quickly remodel the skin, reducing the formation of scar tissue.”

As wounds heal, scars naturally form, a product of the rapid sealing of the wound. However, in the case of large-area burns, the extensive contraction of scar tissue can even distort the patient's muscles, nerves, and even blood vessels…

The organ Fran refers to is Larraman's Organ, the fifth stage of the remodeling surgery.

Because of her modular approach to the technology she has mastered, she is able to extract and use any one of the techniques in the modification surgery individually.

This is why Haida was able to get out of bed and finish treatment after only four surgeries, instead of having to complete the entire transformation process in a formulaic way.

"Biological Alchemy..."

After a moment's hesitation, Durnan's interest grew even stronger in his cloudy eyes.

The Sunforge Order has always had some shortcomings in bio-alchemy, so he was very interested in the technique proposed by Fran.

The envoy from the Star Abyss Society demonstrated an extraordinary understanding of the human body in Qi's previous few words, making his credibility quite high. Moreover, this is an academic seminar of the White Cup Order; the scholars will naturally discern the truth from falsehood.

Can you demonstrate the specific effects?

"I ask you with some hope," Durnan asked.

Fran seemed ready to agree, but a strange light suddenly appeared in his amber eyes, subtle and fleeting.

She then shook her index finger somewhat lazily, clearly intending to end the lesson there.

"I will open-source this technology, so you can go back and test it yourselves."

As she spoke, she placed a thick stack of paper manuscripts on the table, then gently pulled down her blouse and quickly left the podium in the council chamber.

Open source... what an idealistic move, just like when I was young.

Duernan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled softly.

He then gently closed his hands, and applause followed.

In academic conferences conducted in a white-collar setting, exchange is merely a formality; the ultimate essence is transaction. Therefore, those who share academic findings free of charge appear somewhat naive. But this "naiveté"... is not offensive.

Or rather, that was the original concept behind the academic conference.

Compared to the crowded outer hall, the number of invitees in the inner hall was small, and they were all esoteric Buddhist disciples with high status.

At this moment, most of them echoed the Sun Forger, rhythmically clapping their hands to show their respect and gratitude to this young scholar from the Star Abyss Society.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Thoughts of Desolation

Amidst thunderous applause from the audience, Fran, clutching the hem of her smock, hurriedly stepped off the stage.

She looked somewhat nervous, like a startled fawn, and ran into the bathroom with light, yet slightly clumsy, steps. When it came to disguise, this guy was indeed excessively dedicated; it seemed he would never reveal a flaw...

Seeing Lan's current state, Haida couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her gray-chestnut eyes.

Hmm...Does Dr. Fran also need to go to the toilet in a hurry?

Obviously, no.

Eating, sleeping, metabolism—most of humanity's physiological needs are unnecessary for this doctor. Haida had already demonstrated this during her previous cross-disciplinary medical visits.

So... Fran put down his almost-finished lecture and went to the restroom, there must be some other reason.

Given this doctor's perfectionist nature, she would normally have chosen to fully showcase her academic achievements before ending the lecture.

Thinking of this, Haida quietly stepped down from her seat and followed her into the washroom.

Because of the limited number of users and the use of a self-cleaning ritual, the White Cup Order's council chamber's restrooms were very clean and much more luxuriously decorated. There was no unpleasant odor in the air; instead, there was the smell of drafts and camphor wood powder.

Heda pushed open the door and saw Fran leaning against the sink, one hand on the mirror, breathing softly as if he were unwell.

Was there a hidden danger left over from previous cross-disciplinary medical visits, or is there some other situation?

After a moment's thought, she put down her power sword "Nie" and used it to jam the bathroom door to prevent anyone from suddenly entering.

Those invited to the inner hall are mostly esoteric Buddhist disciples of a certain rank, whose physiological needs are largely suppressed. Therefore, this place is rarely used, and even if it is closed for a short time, no one will notice anything unusual.

After doing this, Haida stepped forward to help Fran, who was hunched over and looked unwell.

"Ms. Flamel, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing serious."

Fran lowered his gaze, took off his silver-rimmed glasses, which were damp with a few strands of moisture, and placed them tremblingly into the pocket of his graduation gown.

She gently touched her cheek; her already pale face now flushed with a sickly redness, and a glistening drop of saliva glistened at the corner of her lips. Her overall condition resembled that of someone with a flu-like fever.

Haida instinctively wanted to gently touch the doctor's forehead to see if it was hot, but considering the doctor's obviously unusual constitution... she ultimately didn't do so.

"It's the curse on that skinner."

"Although the contact time was very short, a trace amount of virus still invaded the chimeric spine, causing some impact on me. This product of the Star God even has an incubation period..."

The Skinner's Curse spreads as a virus, but in most cases it only affects inorganic matter.

For example, mechanical instruments, integrated circuits, operating systems... were created specifically to target the undead in space.

Fran wasn't originally within the scope of those susceptible to infection, given her unrelated expertise. However, her previous connection to the chimeric spine "Sphinx" gave the curse the opportunity to infect her.

However, due to her talent [Strange Doctor] and her extremely high mental resilience, the mental disturbances caused by the curse could not affect her sanity at all... But apart from that, she did genuinely develop a desire for flesh and blood.

I want to put on a warm body, I want to drink hot blood, I want to swallow throbbing organs...

A cold, boundless sense of nothingness traveled up her spine and penetrated her limbs and bones.

That was the venomous curse of the Skinner Star God Landugor before his demise, and also the deep longing of the mechanical undead for the warmth of his former flesh. In the silent slumber of millions of years, this longing grew ever more twisted and intense under its silent torment…

Even the smallest influence, like a speck of dust, is as deep-seated as a carbuncle on the scalp, difficult to eradicate.

Haida, who was still supporting him, was slightly taken aback. She felt Fran reach out and wrap his arms around her neck.

The doctor's face slowly drew closer, her breath brushing lightly against his ear. Her body was soft and slender, but beneath the warmth of her touch, Haida felt a profound loneliness creeping over her.

So far away, so cold...

Even the slightest hint of psychic empathy sent a suffocating feeling through her, as if she were falling into an abyss.

“Dear Sister Heda, you have come at just the right time... I need a little help now.”

Fran's voice slowly drifted over.

After speaking, she gently licked her lips, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Haida's eyes narrowed slightly, and a turbulent emotion quietly arose within her, only to be quickly concealed in the next moment.

"...Is there anything I can do?"

"Let me take a bite."

Before Haida could respond, she felt the soft touch of lips and tongue on her neck... and a slight sting.

Fran lightly tapped his silver teeth, biting into the skin of Haida's neck.

Her amber eyes gleamed with ecstasy, as if an insatiable, starving ghost were feasting on delicacies.

The muscle strengthening surgery had given the nun superhuman skin resilience, so Fran's awl didn't pierce the epidermis, leaving only slightly reddish teeth marks. If it were an ordinary person… that guy would probably have had his throat bitten through and be forced to drink their blood.

If what was in front of Haida was an evil offspring, or a ghoul or something similar, she would have already drawn her gun and emptied the magazine the moment it took action.

Now... she could only suppress her instinct to defend and retaliate, waiting for the other party to end this seemingly overly intimate behavior.

The two were so close that Haida could feel the beating of the person in front of her.

This gave her a strange sense of disorientation... So Dr. Fran's body was also powered by the heart in his chest?

A faint blush inexplicably appeared on her cheeks, but it quickly disappeared thanks to the hunter's excellent expression control.

A moment later, Haida felt the conical teeth embedded in her skin on her neck gradually loosen, and her disordered breathing, which carried the scent of myrrh, returned to calm.

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Fran breathed a satisfied sigh of relief, then slowly released the slightly stiff nun.

"Thank you for your cooperation and trust, Haida. The self-treatment was even more effective than expected."

"..."

Although she wanted to say something in response, Haida's thoughts were somewhat sluggish, so she remained silent for a moment before starting to gather her words again.

"Please tell me the details, Dr. Fran."

Fran pursed his lips slightly upon hearing this, seemingly still savoring the lingering sweet taste of blood on his lips and teeth.

"Since you crave flesh and blood, you need a 'full meal'... I'm using self-hypnosis to alleviate the effects of the Skinner's Curse. Your presence is similar to a catalyst; while not essential, it makes self-hypnosis much smoother."

Guiding spirit also requires certain external assistance.

For example, a quiet environment, gentle incense burning, and intimate whispers... In addition, it would be best to have a "medium" directly related to the hypnotic content. And since the goal is to deceive oneself into believing that one is already full, there naturally needs to be an object to be devoured whole and completely consumed.

Before Haida arrived, Fran had already been practicing self-hypnosis in front of the mirror, but it would take a little more time.

Meanwhile, an excellent and familiar real-world medium came knocking. Delicious and fragrant, mouthwatering... how could she not make the most of it?

"ease……"

Heda astutely grasped the key point in Fran's words.

"So, it can recur?"

"Indeed."

Fran nodded, then blinked slightly, as if he found it somewhat troublesome.

"The essence of the Skinner's Curse is an electronic virus carrying the rules of the curse, so there is no effective way to remove it. But it is only a mental influence after all, and it can be violently cleansed through some special methods."

"I need to go back to the clinic to develop a medical plan. I'll leave the rest of the seminar to you. ...Oh, and remember to collect the payment from the White Cup Order for me. 800 standard silver coins, or one spirit-infused material."

As she spoke, she pushed open one of the washroom doors, and the gray mist inside was already overflowing.

0 "Oh, wait, there's one more thing..."

Fran glanced at Haida behind him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the nun's neck, a hint of guilt in his eyes.

She put her hands behind her back, fumbled around for a moment, and took out a finely cut silk scarf.

The scarf was entirely black and embroidered with a horizontally oriented holy emblem resembling an eye or mouth, which matched Haida's usual fitted nun's robe quite well. It was hand-knitted with leftover fabric from Xingyuan Academy's graduation gown, originally intended as a winter stipend for Haida.

6 But now it seems that this scarf has other uses.

4 Before Heda could speak, Fran had already draped the silk scarf around Heda's neck and tied it into a neat cross knot.

"Thanks……?"

Feeling the lingering warmth of the scarf, Haida's gaze darkened slightly, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.

The scarf couldn't possibly be knitted on the spot, meaning it was a gift that Dr. Fran had prepared long ago.

However, its current purpose is to cover up the still red bite marks on its neck... which seems rather strange.

Her thoughts were now a jumbled mess, and it would take her some time to gather them together.

In addition to this, there was another point that Haida could not ignore.

As she held Dr. Fran in her arms, the deep, ancient loneliness emanating from her... did it stem from the so-called curse of the Star God, or from the doctor himself?

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