The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Without a moment's hesitation, she instinctively extended her deeply insect-like forelimbs and lunged at Fran.

The next moment, the Sphinx, with its skeletal frame, deftly swung its sharp tailbone, severing Louisa's hand from her shoulder.

"what!"

A near-piercing scream rang out, and before Louisa could make any move, Fran had already taken her severed arm.

"The blood in most of your capillaries has become almost colorless, and your muscles and bones have also undergone abnormal changes. It seems your condition is deteriorating very rapidly..."

She meticulously examined the cross-section of the severed arm, quickly assessing the true condition of the body.

At the same time, confusion and fear, like snakes, lingered in Louisa's mind, gnawing at her remaining sanity.

Even the bone and flesh that the pseudo-physical body couldn't cut through with steel could be easily removed from her spine with a simple swipe? Could it be that the difference between different stages and methods of transformation is really that huge?

Louisa felt the turmoil in her mind was becoming unbearable. In an attempt to alleviate the deep-seated frustration, she recklessly swung her other serrated claw at Fran.

"They're losing their minds faster than I thought; they'll probably be assimilated by the remains of the Holy Heir very soon."

Seeing that she had lost her initial caution, Fran decided not to continue the consultation. With a casual gesture, she used the Sphinx's blade-like feet to sever Louisa's remaining arm.

Before the Moth Cult's intelligence dealer could react, Fran had already taken the arm.

She tapped her two severed arms together with great interest, as if she were holding two inflatable batons used in concerts.

"Actually, I've always had a question. Chitin is such a soft substance, and its physical structure is almost weak, so how did it become so hard? Materials science is truly amazing."

"Perhaps they are just substances with the same name, but different molecular arrangements. If they can form more stable connections using the covalent bonds of organic compounds, they won't need to rely so much on the fragile van der Waals forces..."

Fran's oblivious mutterings only fueled Louisa's agitation.

She couldn't beat him, she couldn't escape him, yet this guy hadn't killed her. As a follower of the Night Moth, this was the first time she had felt so agitated... almost driven mad by this strange fellow before her.

Noticing the hysterical stare, Fran reluctantly lowered his two severed arms.

“Oh, my apologies. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Ms. Louisa…”

She snapped her fingers lightly, and as the crisp sound rang out, Louisa felt a strong sense of powerlessness welling up from the depths of her mind.

It wasn't drowsiness or a daze, but a feeling of "powerlessness." She wanted to use her remaining legs to escape again, but all the commands to control her body seemed to be locked inside her mind, unable to escape even a trace.

There were no traces, no spirituality, and no signals; all the interference occurred silently.

"Hmm, the fusion is already quite deep; we need to peel it all off..."

Fran unleashed the faint light field of [Dust Removal and Purification], and then took out the Spirit Bone Willow Leaf Knife from the medicine box.

As the blade flashed with an almost white-hot light, she began the separation surgery.

It was a long and agonizing process, and even with Louisa's near-priestly pain tolerance, she still felt extremely intense agony. If she could still speak, she would probably only beg the person before her to give her a quick death.

The dignity, pride, common sense, or anything else of a disciple of the Moth... had all been destroyed before.

Despite his continuous chanting of the "Cicada Song," the doctor easily interfered with his own mind and deprived him of his ability to act, all without revealing any signs of it.

What a humiliation this is!

Despite the intense pain, Fran's surgical movements were swift and precise. In no time, the ground was littered with carelessly discarded, blackened carapaces.

With the final cut, Louisa's chewing mouthparts were completely removed, leaving only her bloodied jaw.

"Alright. Ms. Louisa, you are no longer affected by the remains of this Holy Heir."

Fran spent some time reattaching her cleaned arms and then performed some wound treatments to promote healing.

After ensuring that Louisa would not die from subsequent wound infections, she summoned the surrounding gray mist and threw it out of the misty street.

Still seemingly in a daze, Louisa realized she had left the nightmarish, gray streets. The seemingly endless sea of ​​fog had vanished without a trace.

8. "Phew... I feel so good."

Fran squinted his eyes with satisfaction and let out a sigh of relief, almost with a sense of liberation.

She then removed her blood-stained rubber gloves and began collecting the scattered fragments of nail plates. It wouldn't be good if this dangerous medical waste got out and was picked up by cats and dogs.

As for whether Louisa would die of old age after that, that was not within Fran's scope of business.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of human nature; how could she presume to interfere?

Furthermore, this was merely a spontaneous medical treatment, not a scheduled "monthly house call." To have gone to such lengths undoubtedly demonstrates a high level of humanitarian concern.

After collecting the remains of the shelled creature on the ground in a specially made storage box, Fran raised his index finger and gently poked into the soft breast feathers of the crow on his shoulder, giving it a soothing, slight scratch.

"Little Mu Ning, don't tell Vivian, okay? I hope this is a secret between us."

"Gah."

Mu Ning nodded crisply in agreement.

Although it had witnessed the doctor's methods at the Suki no Son Library, seeing them up close now was even more astonishing. The intimidation was also much stronger…

In the shadows of the deep alley, Louisa's gaze was almost unfocused, and the muscles in her body trembled uncontrollably.

Pain, frustration, confusion, and fear of the doctor filled her thoughts, haunting her like a nightmare from which she could not dispel.

"Hey, hey...hee..."

"I saw new life emerging from the pupa, I saw the dappled light in the midnight woods... What a melodious chant, what beautiful feathered garments, what a real deception... Hey..."

After a while, Louisa finally made a sound, but it sounded strange and indescribable.

It could be a look of fear, tears, or even fawning.

This intelligence broker who believes in moths... she's gone mad.

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117 Oddington Street. In a simple little building in an alley.

"Phew, I never thought intelligence work would involve physical labor... This uncle is much heavier than the sandbags on the dock."

After a fierce chase, Bartley finally collapsed from exhaustion. Derica initially tried to help him up, but the man, weighing over 80 kilograms, was simply too heavy for her to move.

What's more, this guy also has a set of incredibly heavy equipment.

After several unsuccessful attempts, she went to the street and got a small wooden cart used for deliveries, and finally managed to take it home.

After dragging Bartlett into the house, Detrica collapsed to the ground, almost completely exhausted.

If she hadn't been engaged in heavy physical labor at Foyport docks since childhood, she probably would have been forced to give up halfway through the journey.

"No, if we just leave him like this, he'll probably bleed to death. We have to think of something..."

Detrick had some experience in treating external injuries and kept some simple medications at home. However, Bartley's condition was clearly not something that could be solved with a simple "bandage".

He had three or four deep knife wounds under his ribs, penetrating to the bone; it was unclear whether they had damaged his internal organs. There was also a bullet hole on his shoulder blade, deep enough to expose the bone.

"How could he chase me for half a block with injuries of that severity...?"

Detrica only needed to briefly examine the wound before she immediately felt it was in a difficult situation.

With my limited experience in bandaging, I might even worsen his injury.

Also, he's left a trail of blood all the way; hopefully, the police or the Xingyuan Society won't come looking for him the next day...

Just as she was feeling troubled, there was a knock on the door.

"Is this Miss Detrica's house?"

Outside the door, it was Fran's voice.

Although Derica only met Fran once aboard the Leviathan, he left a very deep impression on her. She couldn't forget him even if she tried.

The visitor was someone she knew, which relieved Detrika.

Just as she approached the door, wanting to check again through the peephole... she heard the sound of the lock opening. It was as if the door had never been locked from the inside.

Good evening, Detricka.

With an almost contented smile, Fran pushed open the door and walked in.

"Ah, hello, Ms. Vivian."

For some reason, Detricka sensed that the doctor seemed to be in a good mood. Besides... there was a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood about her.

"Thank you for getting Bartley to safety. I'll take care of his injuries. Looks like today's my lucky day of the month, one interesting patient after another is coming to my door..."

While Detrick was still considering whether she should go get a cup of tea, Fran had already quickly begun the rescue efforts.

Although she doesn't mind making house calls at any time, today was indeed too busy, almost constantly depleting her spiritual and physical energy.

"The force of the knife wound was mostly absorbed by the ribs and muscles. Although there was some blood loss, the internal organ damage was not serious. As for the bullet in the shoulder... this kind of round bullet is relatively easy to remove."

While Detrick was boiling water and making tea, Fran had already stabilized Bartley's vital signs.

Of course, she also used medication to stabilize his mind during this treatment to prevent his brain from being damaged by the two secret techniques, [Blood Burning] and [Cicada Song], which would cause mental deterioration.

As the most commonly used and most effective oral medication, green capsules can easily lead to dependency in novice doctors... The reason Fran combined multiple effects in this medication was largely to avoid having to prescribe it every time.

"Alright, all done. What a tiring day..."

Fran rubbed his slightly bluish eyes and yawned wearily.

"Ms. Vivian, would you like some tea?"

Just then, Detrick walked over with a cup of floral tea that emitted a gentle fragrance. Judging from the aroma, it seemed to be "Misty Sleep" from the Dream Sleep Flower Hotel.

From this, Fran recalled the box that the thief had used to take the tea leaves, which seemed to have the logo of the Dream Flower Hotel on it.

"Thank you for hospitality."

She picked up the teacup and took a sip; it was indeed that familiar taste.

"By the way, Detrica. I've cleaned up the traces you left on the road. Don't worry about anyone coming after you anytime soon."

Upon hearing this, Derica was slightly taken aback, and then couldn't help but admire Ms. Vivian's professionalism.

As expected of someone from the Secret Guardian's Secret Court, their thinking is meticulous; they can handle even the smallest details with near-perfect precision...

“Well, Ms. Vivian. The Black Sea Tavern has been attacked, and no intelligence brokers will dare to trade there for a while… and I may be slow at gathering intelligence myself, so your request may need to be delayed.”

Detrika said somewhat nervously;…≮〗÷search:

Fran was clearly unconcerned; she was always patient with things that required a gradual approach.

"No need to rush. You've already done your best to save Bartley from Louisa. Besides, I don't need you to search for information about the Abyss Familia for the time being... The plan has changed."

"So what should I do now?"

Detrika looked slightly puzzled.

With a hint of amusement, Fran issued her his new task.

“Detrica, I need you to take me to the Six-Eyed Ravens' stronghold. If you know the location of their headquarters, that would be even better. I want to borrow something from them…”

"But not now. It's too late today, I need to go back to the hotel and get some sleep first."

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Chapter Seventy-Two: Crow Feather Comrades

"Ms. Vivian, are you heading to the Order's stronghold?"

Upon hearing this request, Detricka's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Is there any difficulty?"

Seeing her somewhat unnatural expression, Fran pressed her for an answer in a gentle tone.

"No, it's just that most of our internal communication takes the form of temporary gatherings, and the location is not fixed. While the location of our headquarters, 'Oak Shadow Nest,' remains unchanged, it is mostly known only to high-ranking and steadfast raiders."

At this point, Detricka looked slightly embarrassed.

Clearly, she didn't quite meet either of the requirements of high rank or unwavering faith.

"Don't worry, this situation is also within my expectations."

Fran seemed unsurprised, as she had never intended to find the core location of the Six-Eyed Raven directly through an outer follower.

“Every gathering has its leaders. I can gradually deepen my understanding of your cult by observing the leaders at each level of the gatherings…”

Her original plan was to get clues about the Six-Eyed Raven Cult from Louisa, but the intelligence dealer's mental state deteriorated too quickly, and she was too immersed in the joy of healing patients... so she didn't have time to ask.

But it doesn't matter.