The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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At this moment, Fran was wearing a moth-patterned gauze robe, and beneath the velvet skirt embroidered with lights and scales, a white doctor's coat could be vaguely seen.

"How is your experience using the new eyeglasses? Have you experienced any discomfort? For example, burning, itching, or your eyeballs moving around erratically, or even crawling out of their sockets in a spider-like state... or something like that."

"No." Dorothy pursed her lips.

Although Fran had assured that there would be no safety issues with the eyeball, it did come from a Red Cup aide, which inevitably caused some concern.

Moreover, the examples this doctor cited were inexplicably unsettling...

"This eye has better vision than my original one, and it's even more sensitive when I'm in a state of spiritual vision."

"That's good."

Fran nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with the situation.

"This means that its flesh and blood consciousness has been completely eradicated, and it can be safely used as an implant organ... If there are any other issues later, you can contact me through Sister Haida, and I will provide follow-up medical support services."

The organs of believers in the Red Cup are generally overflowing with the spirit of the cup, which allows the flesh and blood to blend and function harmoniously.

Therefore, as long as the issues of residual consciousness and rejection are resolved, xenotransplantation can be performed in the simplest and most direct way...

Under normal circumstances, eye transplant surgery is extremely complex because it requires anatomical connection of the optic nerve to the brain, and even when performed by Fran, it takes some time.

The spiritual cup will completely simplify these complicated steps; all you need to do is "take out the eyeball and put it back in the eye socket."

What excellent medical materials... It's a pity that Norrington probably doesn't have many Red Cup followers left. I should have collected more as spares...

After confirming that the patient's condition was normal, Fran checked the "Post-treatment Follow-up" booklet.

Just then, Tong En came over carrying two porcelain teacups and placed them lightly and skillfully on the table.

"The 'Summer Call' from Loreton in the North. It's much more affordable than 'Winter Bud', but it's perfect for drinking in winter."

She looked at Fran, blinked gently, and her expression was warm and friendly.

"Thank you very much, Miss Tong En."

Fran picked up his teacup and took a sip. The flavors of brown sugar and ginger immediately turned into a warm current that seemed to dispel some of the winter chill.

Dorothy took out two sugar cubes, placed them in a teacup, and gently stirred them with a silver spoon. Her deep green eyes flickered slightly with the rising steam, as if she were lost in thought.

After a long while, she finally spoke.

"Ms. Fran, I'd like to know... what happened to you in the library of the Son of the Tree?"

Even though the White Cup Order kept the entire exploration of the ruins a secret, she could still sense danger from certain signs.

The hunters reinforced the town of Dorlin with mopping-up troops during their exploration, while White Cup also deployed heavy firepower there. She thought this setup meant a natural disaster was imminent.

Moreover, there were originally two Sons of the Bearded Tree who came to Norrington, but now only one remains. And this remaining person has lost an arm…

The situation inside the library ruins is probably much more dangerous than we imagine.

"A little incident."

Fran finished the slightly hot ginger tea in his cup, his eyes languid, seemingly unconcerned.

"The mythical creatures that feed on ancient banyan trees attempted to revive their population through the first type of ritual, 'Return to the Sea,' but failed."

"'Eating from ancient banyan trees'..."

Dorothy's gaze hardened slightly.

She knew, of course, what Fran meant by "ancient banyan tree," but that referred to an ancient deity worshipped by the Son of the Tree. What kind of mythical creature could possibly feed on Him?

Dorothy recalled the scene from a recent dream she had undergone.

The colossal tree that had blotted out the sky collapsed, and endless swarms of insects poured out from its cracks. Only when everything within sight had been devoured did she awaken from her dream.

Could this be just a minor hiccup...?

Seemingly sensing the emotions of the person in front of him, and adhering to the professional ethics of a psychologist, Fran gently comforted her.

"Don't worry, Ms. Dorothy. That library has been rendered harmless."

"Now, once we finish treating Suki no Son, the finishing touches will be complete."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Dorothy's slightly tense nerves relaxed a little.

Regardless of the magnitude of the natural disaster that occurred, it has been completely eliminated.

But what role did this mysterious doctor play in all of this?

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[Dear Dr. Fran, this month's outpatient appointment has been triggered. The patient's target is 'Son of the Suzuki', Albert Schneider. Please select the appropriate arm for him based on his specific condition.]

Upon entering the calcite chamber, Fran removed the velvet robe he was wearing and hung it on the coat rack beside the door.

She patted her doctor's coat, then straightened the collar of her inner blazer, before officially beginning her monthly consultation with Albert.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Albert.”

Fran wore a standard business smile, his amber eyes gleaming in the dim light.

She waved quite amicably, and the brass pocket watch hanging from her cuff swayed slightly.

If someone familiar with Fran were present, they would likely notice something amiss. Generally, the appearance of this brass pocket watch indicates that the hypnotic mental disturbance has begun…

"Me too."

Albert returned the greeting politely, his expression slightly complicated.

"I just don't know how to address you, Ms. Flamel... or Dr. Fran?"

From the identification and business card Fran had given him earlier, he learned of Fran's identity within the Order of the Hunters: Fran, the Funeral Court's external "autographer."

"A name is just a form of address; I suggest you choose one that you are most familiar with. Just call me Flamel."

Fran waved his hand lightly, glossing over the topic.

Let me see your hands.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Albert lifted his empty sleeve, revealing the spot on Lu's arm where the decapitated throne had severed it.

His entire forearm, including the elbow, had been completely amputated, leaving only a short section of his upper arm.

A thin layer of gray shadow can be seen covering the cut surface, which, while preventing blood loss and infection, also inhibits the formation and self-healing of granulation tissue.

"So it seems that even without beheading, the Throne of Execution possesses a certain ability to prevent the growth of flesh and blood. However, the effect is not absolute and can be dispelled..."

Fran carefully examined the exposed section of the wound, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

She snapped her fingers, and the clear, bright light of the [Dust-Cleansing] technique enveloped the entire calcite chamber. Although she didn't intend to perform surgery according to professional procedures, a sterile environment was still more suitable for the treatment.

"I wonder if Mr. Albert has any requirements regarding the arms?"

Before officially starting treatment, Fran asked the patient about his needs, as was his habit.

But in reality, most of her treatment plans had already been decided in advance, and the final outcome would not change regardless of the other party's opinion...

“Ms. Flamel, you are the doctor. Please choose the option you deem most appropriate.”

Albert seemed quite at peace with losing his arm.

"However, I hope it won't look too strange, and ideally, its shape shouldn't be too different from my original arm..."

He sounded slightly guilty as he finished speaking, after all, the doctor in front of him was hardly "normal" by any measure. And on the Hunter's official identification, Fran's position was listed as "Coroner"...

For some reason, the enigmatic smile on Professor Terence's face when she recommended her to treat his arm flashed through his mind.

"Oh, don't worry. Cosmetic procedures are also within my medical services."

Fran slightly pursed his lips, his amber eyes sparkling with excitement.

Albert's words, "Please choose the option that you think is most suitable," were nothing more than "Please feel free to do whatever you want" to her.

For example, ∏∽jiu‰。 …〗偲±仨∽【呜*≮鑥、咝中≤∥转＆≠羣：This combination of patients, and also rare materials imbued with the spirit of the Ficus microcarpa... truly inspires.

"Albert, could you temporarily give me 'The Mystery of Time'? I will return it to you after the treatment is over."

...Is Ms. Flamel interested in the Book of the Bearded Tree?

“Of course. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to obtain this scripture. Or rather… I probably wouldn’t even be standing here alive.”

After a moment's thought, Albert took the heavy, thick book from the chest of his shirt and handed it to Fran.

If she wanted to seize the mystery of time, she didn't need to act now; the best opportunity would have been deep within the library ruins. There, she was almost completely isolated from the outside world, and even if she died, it could be attributed to an accident.

As for the contract with the White Cup… Nigel had already broken it. Professor Terence's decision to hand over the scriptures to me was not due to the contract's constraints, but rather out of respect for the promise.

Fran took the book, and its texture felt both heavy and strangely soft.

The book cover and pages appear to be made of some kind of tanned leather, but they are distinctly different from ordinary leather products...

smooth.

Both sides of it have an indescribable smoothness and suppleness.

Very good... The Sugi-no-Ki Text is indeed made from the skin of the Time Aphid. This way, I won't have to go back to the extra clinic to get the materials.

She opened the book and quickly scanned the contents written on the pages.

Aside from ancient epics praising the ancient banyan tree, the texts mostly consisted of prayers and esoteric arts, along with some instructions on constructing ritual arrays and corresponding spiritual materials. About ten minutes later, Fran put down the Book of the Bearded Tree.

She had already memorized the document and planned to review it carefully when she returned to the Foggy Street Clinic. It would be impolite to make the patient wait while she finished reading it, as she was still undergoing treatment.

“Thank you for your trust, Mr. Albert… Now, I should ‘return’ it to you.”

The faint glow of the alchemical process illuminated Fran's hand. The faint light originated from flesh and bone, seeping through the skin and the black stitches covering it, giving it a touch of crimson.

That was the alchemical formula [Dissolving Bone and Blood] that she had asked Sigrid to inscribe on her arm.

The mystery of time begins to twist and deform under the catalysis of the alchemical process.

The skin of the Time Aphid, which had long lost its vitality after being soaked and tanned, now seemed to be given life again, wriggling and wrapping around the severed part of Albert's arm.

The shadow that had covered the section of his severed arm had also vanished and melted away under the light that cleansed away the dust and grime.

"This is……"

In the instant Albert was stunned, the pages of "The Enigma of Time" transformed into the shape of muscle fibers and attached themselves to his upper arm.

Fran then took out a quartz material container from the medicine box, took out two pieces of grayish-white bone, and placed them between the newly formed muscles.

The "spirit bones" of the Adaling tribe.

As a subspace crystal unaffected by linear time, it has a very high compatibility with the Time Aphid material and can be used as the skeleton of this arm.

Alchemy program? Is she planning to use the Susanoo Codex as material for her arm?

"hiss--"

As the nerves and capillaries were reconnected, intense pain, accompanied by a tingling sensation that penetrated to the bone, disrupted Albert's thoughts. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his jaw clenched tightly.

Albert felt a wave of weakness wash over him, as if his spine had been removed, and he almost uncontrollably bent over, lying face down on the divination table.

"It seems the connection process will cause pain of grade III or higher, so relief measures are still needed..."

Fran opened the brass pocket watch and rhythmically tapped the cover with his index finger, producing a crisp ticking sound.

"Pain is a complex perception that originates from the brain's self-defense mechanism. To some extent, it is also a kind of bodily functional illusion."

"Hallucinations do not actually exist in the material world; they are merely mental illusions."

"...Therefore, pain does not exist."

Albert was in intense pain, his mental state was weak and easily manipulated, and hypnosis was easily achieved.

"Pain...does not exist?"

He raised his eyes in confusion, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly.

As they spoke, the discomfort emanating from the connection point was shielded, almost completely disappearing... as if it had never existed.

In fact, Fran did not use anesthesia or other pain relief measures at the beginning mainly because he wanted to test the level of pain that [Bone Dissolution] would cause.

Therefore, she connected the two people's senses beforehand with a pendulum clock so that they could experience it firsthand.

A moment later, Albert's arm was complete.

Its skin is fair, and a bluish-green tube can be faintly seen. On the surface, it looks no different from an ordinary person's arm. But once it is imbued with spirituality, prayers and ritual formations will appear like ants marching in formation.

"Give the new arm a try. I will follow up with you after the recovery process, so don't worry about any maintenance issues."