The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Fran straightened the collar of his scholar's smock, then walked slowly toward him with light steps.

"Mr. Albert, it's a pity you couldn't save your arm. However, we offer Norrington's most advanced prosthetic services. Would you like to inquire about that?"

“Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Flamel.” Albert looked at the severed cuff without any regret.

This was the price he had to pay; in fact, it was far too lucky that the price of blasphemy was only the loss of a hand.

At the same time, he felt confused.

Flamel's face now showed none of the student-like naiveté or confusion she had displayed at the academic seminar. Her amber eyes were clear yet profound, like a deep pool, seemingly bottomless yet unfathomable.

As expected, she was hiding something about her identity...

"The injury on my arm is not life-threatening at the moment and can be treated simply."

Before he could finish speaking, the ritual array within the altar shattered and crumbled into sand. A book then appeared.

The book cover features "The Mystery of Time" written in ancient Loretonian.

“Take it,” Terence said slowly.

"'Shadow of the Future' has been taken by the disciples of the Six-Eyed Raven who came here. This ancient scripture written by the Son of the Tree of Susan is also a sacred relic of equal rank. According to our original contract, it is yours."

The Shadow of the Future, wasn't that Haida Xiu sousuO: two※跉肆“∽、～坞—liu⌒℃si woman……

Albert's eyes flickered slightly, and his lips moved slightly.

Seeing that he was looking at the other Sister Haida beside him, who was holding the throne of execution, he quickly realized what was going on and nodded rather obediently.

"Indeed."

Although the resurrection ritual of the core layer was destroyed and the ancient banyan tree was angry, its spirit still sustains the entire library ruins... Infinite inclusiveness is also the manifestation of the principle of prosperity in the material world.

Therefore, the collapse and escape scenario did not occur.

"Besides, there's one more thing."

After clearing away the hidden disasters lurking in the ruins, Terence's tone was unusually less serious.

"I hope you will give serious consideration to Ms. Flamel's proposal of a 'prosthetic limb'."

Upon hearing this, Fran's lips curled into a slight smile, and he placed a business card of the Hunter Order in Albert's hand.

The Hunter of Secrets...

Thinking about Sister Heda's attitude towards Flamel along the way, a sudden realization arose in his heart.

With everything settled, the exploration of the library ruins has come to an end.

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Foggy Street Clinic.

Slightly weary, Fran walked through the gray mist and pushed open the wooden door of the clinic.

Sigrid removed Fran's academic smock and hung it on the coat rack in the main hall. She placed her fingers on Fran's shoulder and began to knead it with moderate pressure through the lining of his suit jacket.

Sigrid's hands were warm, which made her touch a pleasant comfort on a cold winter day.

"Dr. Fran, is this considered a 'charity' house call?"

Haida obtained the Ancient Banyan Fruit [Shadow of the Future], Albert obtained the Beard Tree Canon from the Dust Order Era, and White Cup obtained ownership of the entire Library Ruins... It seems that only Fran did not gain anything.

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Fran's voice rang out softly, carrying a faint hint of laughter.

"I simply charged for the consultation in my own way."

She reached out and opened the small medicine box, taking out a translucent green "Time Aphid".

Physiologically, it appears to be still alive, just currently dormant...

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Chapter 40 Static Fields

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Inside Fran's operating room.

With antennae slightly open and limbs twitching, the dormant aphid gradually awakens. Here, there is no rich, vibrant atmosphere of ancient banyan trees, nor is there any familiar vegetation cover... only a cold, hard expanse.

It looked around at its completely unfamiliar surroundings in terror, and then realized that it was trapped in a metal container. The container's openwork was covered by layers of transparent quartz walls, leaving no gaps.

The aphids sensed anger and, almost instinctively, adopted a defensive posture, beginning to secrete transparent honeydew.

It can rewind time for specific individuals and accelerate the flow of time within a certain range. If this container were made of ordinary materials, it would probably be rotten, rusty, and broken by now... But right now, the abnormal flow of time is completely locked inside the container, with no sign of leakage whatsoever.

Moreover, the container itself showed no signs of damage, as if the rapidly passing time had no effect on it.

“Little one, my advice is that you don’t have to waste your energy.”

Fran, dressed in a white coat, appeared beside the container, looking at the nearly frenzied Time Aphid with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

"While you were asleep, I opened your abdominal cavity and carefully examined your body structure. You may not believe it, but I now know you better than you know yourself."

Her expression was serene, her amber eyes glowing like candlelight in the dim light of the operating room.

As a mythical creature, the Time Aphid possesses near-human intelligence. This is why it was able to forge a contract with Nigel and establish a bizarre symbiotic relationship. It understood the arrogance in Fran's words and became even more agitated.

But this almost futile frenzy seems more like an attempt to mask a deeper fear in his heart.

"The honeydew of aphids is actually their excrement, so if you use honeydew to corrode a container, wouldn't that be considered a form of 'striving for excellence'?"

Fran observed the aphid's behavior with great interest, holding a light quill pen in his hand and quickly recording its reaction information.

Honeydew contains the spirituality of time, capable of causing at least a century of erosion. Yet the entire container seems unchanged, as new as ever.

This specially made container uses spirit bone as its main material, and the essence of spirit bone is subspace crystallization... There is no linear concept of time in subspace, so the erosion of time naturally has little effect on it.

Without the connection of the insect swarm or the protection of the ancient banyan tree, the Time Aphid's fear finally overwhelmed its anger. It stared intently at Fran, then lowered its body to lie dormant and recover its strength.

"Finally gave up?"

Fran looked at the Time Aphid, and the two exchanged glances, their expressions conveying a sense of confrontation.

If it is impossible to erode this container by accelerating time, is it possible to rewind time and return it to before it was made? A strange thought flashed through the Time Aphid's mind. After recovering its strength slightly, it began to try to rewind the entire container.

But soon, it sensed a completely reversed spirituality that forcibly stabilized the chaotic flow of time.

After a moment of near-horrifying astonishment, the Seven-Times Aphid felt a strange familiarity with this unusual spirituality. Originating from flesh and blood, disrupting the order of time... this... is its own power!

"It seems you've noticed something."

Fran extended his slender index finger and tapped the container lightly with his knuckle, producing two heavy metallic sounds.

"The Necromancers of space are highly skilled in imprisonment and binding techniques, and coincidentally, I also know a little about them. This container can absorb more than 80% of your own spirituality to stabilize the timeline; on this basis, the more you unleash your power..."

"The more stable the container itself is, the more stable it becomes."

Seemingly filled with despair, the Time Aphid curled up. This nearly impenetrable prison truly offered it no hope of escape.

But the smiling human woman before him was far more despairing. Her gaze was clear and deep, as if she could pierce into the very depths of one's soul and flesh, and no secret could escape her watchful eye.

Moreover, this person communicated with her entirely in the ancient Loredon language, the language commonly used by the Sons of the Tree of Susans during the Dust Order era. There was no hesitation or awkwardness in her speech; it was as if it were her native tongue…

The aphid stretched out its legs and, covered in honeydew, wrote several ancient Loretonian characters on the container wall.

Humans, what do you want?

"Being able to communicate in writing means you're a bit smarter than I thought."

Fran's luscious lips curved into a slight smile, her usual professional one.

“But you don’t seem to understand your position and situation. The question ‘What do you want?’ is usually only asked to the other party in a transaction. But now, I can take all the value you have myself.”

"Including the soul, memories, and power."

Shi Zhiya sensed a profound chill in her gentle tone, and her body involuntarily began to tremble slightly.

"In fact, my communication with you is merely for routine observation of live specimens. Therefore, please abandon any unnecessary fantasies..."

This human, though seemingly "communicating" with itself, doesn't actually care about its own responses.

She strolled around like a museum exhibit or a biological specimen, casually uttering a few exclamations.

From beginning to end, this human was just talking to himself...

madman!

At this moment, the Time Aphid's panic reached its psychological limit. It violently slammed into the container, and in an instant, its body was covered with dents and wounds.

Death is its last means of resistance.

Perhaps this human could gain something from his own corpse, but that doesn't matter. In any case, the value of a living mythical creature is ultimately greater than that of an inanimate object.

But as time rewound for a fleeting moment, it regained its physical integrity.

“I have a life support device installed inside the container, you know? Of course, it uses your spirit as well…”

Fran's voice drifted over from afar.

“This is Fog Street Clinic, and I am the only doctor here. Therefore, even if you want to die here… you need my permission.”

Ignoring the Time Aphid, who had fallen into utter despair, Fran summoned Sigrid and moved the container into the dark and gloomy collection room.

……

If we use a simple nine-square grid to categorize factions, then the Time Aphids undoubtedly belong to the "Chaotic Evil" category. They originate from the cracks in the turbulent flow of time, and are themselves "errors" in the material world.

They disrupt the established timeline and devour all living matter in sight.

Therefore, being permanently imprisoned in this vessel of spirit bones is its best fate... Fran's previous patient communication with it was mainly to observe its biological information and emotional reactions.

The experimental results were even more interesting than she had imagined.

The previously frenzied Time Aphid, after struggling in vain, attempted to make contact with her, seemingly wanting to reach some kind of deal… like Nigel. It seems that even separated from the swarm, the Time Aphid, existing as an individual, still retains a considerable level of intelligence.

Besides its research value as a mythical creature, the Time Aphid (8_5! ∪76∽63>44%2 Month.×Fei∷↑Group←{: can also produce some special spiritual materials, such as honeydew. After extraction, it can be used to make some special spiritual elixirs.)

As long as it can survive, it can continuously provide surplus value...

Even if the aphid stops eating, it's fine, because the container Fran made is designed with a complete life support system. Even without food, this container can forcibly maintain its health and vitality.

If Fran could fully analyze the organs within the Time Aphid that disrupt the flow of time, she might be able to create a bio-driven static force field. This thing could elevate the security level of the collection room to another level; she'd wanted it for a long time…

"Speaking of which, there is one more thing that urgently needs to be dealt with recently."

Fran raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze falling on the calendar in the main hall of the clinic.

After leaving the library ruins, she devoted herself to the study of the Time Aphids, staying at the Fog Street Clinic for about half a month without leaving the premises. It is now early March.

The monthly outpatient schedule for March has not yet been released, and I happened to be treating Albert's severed hand, which triggered it.

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Chapter 41 Replantation of Severed Limbs

Norrington, West End, Mirror of Enlightenment Club.

Inside the calcite chamber, Albert waited somewhat anxiously.

On Professor Terence's recommendation, he finally decided to accept Ms. Flamel's offer to implant a "prosthetic limb" in him. It's just unclear why she chose the divination house belonging to the Moth Cult as the location for the consultation.

Judging from the manuscript of "The Lariman Organs," Ms. Flamel certainly possessed profound knowledge of the human body. However, the study of blood and flesh cannot be equated with medicine... What form would her "treatment" actually take?

Furthermore, the woman's identity is equally shrouded in mystery and difficult to ascertain.

The Star Abyss Society, the Mysterious Hunters, the White Cup, and many other secret churches all seem to have an inexplicable connection with Flamel.

Oh, this even includes the Moth Cult, which has been hiding in secret realms for years...

Choosing the Mirror of Enlightenment Club as the consultation location presumably requires the permission of the Misty Society. However, the reason for this remains unknown…

While Albert waited in the calcite chamber, Fran was in the main hall, having his monthly routine meeting with Dorothy.

Peach Blossom brushed aside the jet-black hair on her forehead, revealing her heterochromatic eyes.

One is a deep green, the other a dark black, both possessing an indescribable exotic charm.