The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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[Dear Dr. Fran, your monthly outpatient appointment for February has been triggered. The patient is Dr. Fran Hesser from Fog Street, and the illness is 'The Skinner's Curse'. Since you are the one suffering from this illness, please plan your treatment schedule yourself.]

Back at the Fog Street Clinic, Fran took off his Star Abyss Academy bachelor's smock and casually hung it on the coat rack in his bedroom.

But instead of changing into her familiar white coat, she picked out a blue and white striped hospital gown from her wardrobe.

After all, the one who needs treatment right now is myself...

"Dr. Fran, is the Skinner's Curse troublesome?"

Sigrid asked from the side, a hint of worry in her eyes.

In fact, she did participate in the academic seminar. However, she was worn by Fran in sword form the entire time, so she was almost invisible... Even Sister Heda didn't notice that there was someone else observing her.

"Hmm... how should I describe it? It's like chewing gum stuck in your hair. It's not insurmountable, but it's definitely troublesome enough."

Fran stretched his waist, his expression slightly languid.

Feeling sleepy after a full meal is perfectly normal...

However, she still has monthly outpatient duties to handle, so she can't just take a long break like this. ［▲≌3￡''

Thanks to Sister Heda as the medium, the self-hypnosis was quite effective, and the feeling of fullness could last for several days. In fact, even if the craving for flesh and blood surged again, it wouldn't really affect her mental state... she could just endure it.

Simply out of the good qualities of a clinician, Fran is used to maintaining his best condition during treatment.

During surgery, even the slightest tremor of the fingertip could lead to unexpected and serious consequences... After all, the patient's delicate internal organs are in direct contact with the blade of the scalpel.

Stepping out of the bedroom and into the main hall, Fran took the quill from Sigrid and began writing down the treatment plan for this month's outpatient visit.

Option 1: Immerse the entire body with psionic energy to thoroughly remove the curse. Estimated time: 7 days. Rating: High risk.

[Option Two: Attempt to dispel and absorb the curse with a bacteriostatic crown tainted with demonic fire. Assessment: High risk.]

[Option 3: Use the 'Summoning Potion' to summon 'Queen of the Borderlands' Ivenne, allowing her to cleanse the curse with divine power. Rating: Risk: Low.]

[Option Four: Eliminate the purely psychological impact by allowing Luya to enter the dream world deeply. Rating: Risk level: Medium.]

She gently raised her hand and handed the quill back to Sigrid, then began to consider the feasibility of the various options.

"While the position of the lysozyme crown is sufficient, it is almost uncontrollable, and the situation may even become more complicated at that time."

“Sending Ivani would be relatively safe, but we only have one last dose of the Hookshot Potion left. Besides, I gave it to Haida during our last house call…”

Psychic energy is a universal solution.

The world in which Fog Street exists does not have a "warp." The scattered spiritual energy gathers in the astral plane, the abyss, or other hidden realms, and is not so easy to get out of control.

"Let's go to sleep, Erjiu. △Silk〖Lin∩Four∶Three÷＝ThingsSixSpirits＝Hedgehog＇『Collection Agent: .

Ultimately, Fran finalized the specific plan.

Offering a panacea for a disease that hasn't been thoroughly researched is like applying L'Hôpital's rule to a derivative, using a combo card to treat a headache, or using a Divine Monument deck in Yu-Gi-Oh!... There are bound to be some problems with that.

She still prefers to use unique and effective methods, which also makes it easier to make corresponding technical optimizations later.

After choosing a treatment plan, Fran leaned back on the soft velvet sofa in the main hall, relaxing and embedding his entire weight in it.

As her pale, frosty eyelashes gently closed, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

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Soup! So good!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Old Dreams Fading Away

"Professor Flamel! I've prepared the potion for the assessment. Please check it."

A female voice, tinged with anticipation, reached Fran's ears.

Her tone was gentle, radiating a reassuring and approachable charm.

Fran slowly opened his amber eyes, and what came into view was a girl wearing a horizontal ridged pendant.

She was wearing a thin black blouse, which was now soaked with a thin layer of sweat and clung tightly to her skin... as if she had just finished preparing the medicine.

That was Viola before the Great Plague.

Because she had to wear heavy protective suits while developing pharmaceuticals, Viola was always soaked in sweat. Things only improved after Fran specially modified the air exchange system of the suit for her.

"Ah."

Upon seeing the familiar face before him, Fran's gaze faltered for a moment before he accepted the samples Viola presented to him.

The first solution was brightly colored and dazzling, looking more like a work of art or some strange toxic agent... but in fact, it was no different from a potent poison, and even more potentially dangerous.

Spook (a type of psychic drug).

It can temporarily awaken a certain spiritual ability in the user, but it also carries a high risk of willpower collapse. It is a well-known forbidden drug of the Empire.

Fran brought the bottle close to its opening, fanned out the escaping aroma, and sniffed it a few times before completing the quality assessment.

"The quality is average, the completion rate is over 80%, and it does meet the stability standard. It's much better than the finished products made by ordinary Chaos Madmen, but compared to a real senior pharmacist... it's still a long way off."

After putting down the first dose of medicine, her gaze quickly turned to the second sample.

It was a small bottle of murky gray liquor, exuding a heavy, gloomy atmosphere that was both desperate and intoxicating.

The final kiss.

Extracted from the last breaths of a loyalist, it carries the cold fragrance of death... Although it is an alcoholic beverage, it is neither addictive nor will it truly make one drunk.

It can awaken the deepest will to live in a dying person, giving them a last chance at survival.

Fran optimized the formula, making the collection and extraction of aura much easier, allowing him to obtain aura from ordinary severely injured individuals. Of course, the effects were also weakened, becoming relatively milder.

She extended her index finger, dipped it in the wine, and gently sipped it on her tongue. After closing her eyes and savoring the taste briefly, she gave her evaluation.

"The completion rate is over 90%, and the quality is quite good. Most of the hunters are loyal enough, and the number of wounded has been consistently high, which makes the raw materials of excellent quality. In addition, your brewing skills have indeed improved a lot."

"Hey... thank you for the compliment."

Seemingly surprised that her usually strict teacher would suddenly encourage her, Viola touched her cheek and smiled somewhat shyly.

A sense of disorientation, relief, despair, regret, or perhaps resentment... The dying breath transforms into the aroma of wine, lingering on Fran's lips and teeth for a long time.

Fran remained silent for a moment before beginning to examine the last sample of medicine.

The container for this medicine was tightly sealed, unlike the previous two which had their openings left open.

8. Because it is indeed dangerous enough that even Fran would not have the idea of ​​trying it.

Five bud stimulation (Bylestim).

Qi is refined using demon blood and spirit bone powder, essentially a liquid subspace crystal. Its effect is to greatly enhance the drinker's physical attributes and perception, but it is essentially a potent stimulant with severe and potentially fatal side effects.

Incidentally, the most frequent user of this drug is Lucius, the chosen one of Slaanesh. This guy is a severe drug addict who can't even move on his own without stimulants…

Oh, so that means... all three of these potions come from the Slaanesh system. After all, only these guys pursue the ultimate sensory stimulation and pharmaceutical expertise.

3. Coincidentally, Fran's 40K medical knowledge largely stemmed from his academic plagiarism of Fabius Bayer during a single house call...

Although Fabius was an unbeliever, even an atheist, he still had intricate connections with Slaanesh.

"Hmm... the most dangerous potions are actually the best in quality. Viola, it seems you only show your talent in these situations."

Erfran chuckled softly, gently shaking the potion container as he examined the somber, dark green liquid within, which emitted a melancholic glow.

Viola blinked, seemingly pleased that her work had been recognized.

“Teacher, you said this was the last set of materials, so I spent a long time preparing to coordinate them. Now I can recite all the manuscripts you left behind.”

"Diligence is your finest quality, Viola. You will be a very competent doctor."

"Hmm~ You passed your pharmacy exam."

"As for your clinical surgical skills, I won't put you through that further. The Hunters have a large number of patients requiring surgery every year, and your experience is probably no less than mine..."

Fran nodded slightly, announcing his acceptance of her.

"You're ready to graduate."

"If you achieve something in the future, don't worry about me. Similarly, if you cause any trouble, don't expose me. Be proud, now you are also a doctor from Fog Street."

"Oh, it seems you've become the Medical Minister of the Hunters, one of the leaders of the Four Courts... You should be able to handle things on your own by now, right?"

Viola's hands hung down in front of her abdomen, a mixture of exhilaration at being recognized and a hint of sadness and hesitation at the impending separation.

"Thank you for your continued guidance and care, Professor Flamel."

"I...I will remember you..."

Fran rested his cheek on his hand and tapped Viola's forehead with a hint of annoyance.

"Don't put up these weird flags for me, making it seem like I'm entrusting my children to someone on my deathbed. Your teacher isn't dead yet."

“I do have to leave for a while, but it’s not goodbye forever… After all, I live on Fog Street and I’m not moving away.”

"Ok!"

After being reprimanded by her, Viola's lips curled into a slight smile.

Within the Order of the Hunters, she was hailed as a true prodigy in the field of medicine, having almost single-handedly built a completely new medical system.

With the assistance of the chief hunter and the approval of half of the General Affairs Council, she was finally able to assume the position of Medical Secretary.

At the same time, the social status represented by her position became a mask covering Viola's face. She had to maintain the mystery and authority of the Medical Secretary, but at the same time, she needed to balance her true self so that she would not be alienated by empty fame and power.

Aside from the brief moments of leisure spent with Marian, Viola could only truly revert to her unmasked self at the Fog Street Clinic.

The teacher is the best psychologist; no psychological change can be hidden from her.

Fran gazed at his newly graduated student, his amber-gold eyes reflecting the dim light and Viola's face.

She gently raised her hand and brought it close to the face of the person in front of her, but ultimately did not touch them.

"Twenty years have passed so quickly, I can hardly remember your face anymore."

"Even if it's a malicious trap, please let me see it a little longer..."

Before she could finish speaking, Viola's cheeks were already cracked with layers of spiderweb-like fragments, like faded and peeling old photographs.

Black ants surged out of the skin, revealing the decaying bones and flesh encased within.

Faced with the sudden change before him, Fran's eyes remained unchanged, showing no emotion whatsoever.

To see a beautiful woman as if she were a skeleton is a state of mind created to suppress desire. But to glimpse a former lover in the gnarled bones... requires even greater perseverance and tranquility.

As her face crumbled, Viola's gentle smile turned strange and chilling, like a demon from the abyss whose disguise had been torn away.

“Professor Flamel… if you hadn’t fallen asleep before that natural disaster, would I still be alive and able to complete that unfinished wedding?”

"If your technology had never existed, would the Corrupted Crown Cult not have coveted it? Would the cytokinesis and the Corrupted Crown not have manifested in Norlington? The cult's colleagues, the children at the medical station, and all those who struggle to make a living..."

"Would that mean the swelling would subside and I could escape death?"

Faced with her questioning, Fran simply closed her eyes and sighed softly.

"Perhaps so."

"In the past, I was stubborn and arrogant, believing that everything would proceed according to my own blueprint. But reality is always far more absurd. Without warning, a being of a higher rank abandoned all restraint and dignity, and overturned the chessboard..."

"but."

She changed the subject, her lips still curved into a smile, but with an indescribable chill in them.

"You are nothing but an echo, a trace, a nightmare... Who gave you permission to use my apprentice's face and voice to question me?"

The tailbone of the Sphinx, a fused spine, swept out from beneath the hem of her white coat in an instant, piercing Viola's chest. Then, with a flick upwards, it tore the skin of her entire upper body in two.

Beneath the shattered skin, ants and insects surged like a black tide... and a skeleton with eerie green eyes. Howling spirits coiled around it, like a dress or a veil.

"The combination of trace amounts of Star God's lingering resentment and the contamination of the Ant Scale Gate is more troublesome than expected; it's full of troublesome things."

Although he complained about the trouble, Fran seemed to be in high spirits, so much so that the whole dream was filled with intense heat.

"Luya La".

"Na!"

A small, glass-like deer appeared from one side. She trotted lightly on her toes, her movements elegant, almost like a dance.

She had been lying in wait for a long time, and the reason she hadn't shown herself was... because she was waiting for the doctor to finish reminiscing about the past.

A ripple of pure white light spread across the ant-like, skeletal body, gradually devouring it.

Once all the colors on its body have faded, it will be cleansed.