The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Fran sighed softly, took out a brass pocket watch from his sleeve, glanced at it, and after confirming that there was still enough time, began to turn back along the same route with a sense of helplessness.

There's no way around it, emergency room patients always have the highest priority...

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Chapter 85 Sylvie Humphrey

Inside the house, the inchworm lay sprawled on the ground, breathing weakly.

Even though the thick blood plasma on the ground had already pooled into a small pool, he still didn't stop twisting his body in a strange way, only reducing the range of motion accordingly.

He had to keep [Cicada Dance] active at all times to exert as much influence as possible on that strange enemy. If he stopped resisting and became completely vulnerable... that guy might return and take his life.

The inchworm is now severely injured, and any movement will tear at its wounds. But it has no other choice but to do its best to maintain the cicada's dance.

Ugh... What was that thing just now? How did it manage to get so close so suddenly? I clearly saw it right outside the door...

Could it be that he had accomplices, one feigning an attack in front while the other ambushed from behind? But that doesn't make sense... I saw the person outside the door disappear with my own eyes, like a shadow that has lost its light source.

Even when trapped in a desperate situation, the inchworm still tries its best to keep thinking. 〖±…《~

The intense physical pain, however, awakened a deep-seated awareness within him, making his thoughts clearer.

However, this is merely a state of adrenaline and heightened awareness, which cannot be maintained for long. As blood loss worsens, bodily functions will further weaken, at which point he will lose his remaining lucidity and the little ability he has left to resist.

Hmph... My left eye socket feels empty, and I can't feel my eyeball moving. It's probably been removed.

At this moment, the inchworm's left eyeball, along with most of its facial skin, had been torn off, revealing faint, crimson, and ferocious muscle textures, as well as exposed white bone.

About half a minute later, he felt his spirituality was nearing exhaustion, and his mental state suddenly plummeted. The intense disorientation caused by hemorrhagic shock also appeared in his mind.

"We must...stop the bleeding..."

The inchworm struggled to stand up, but before it could straighten its back, it collapsed back to the ground.

My body was more limp and powerless than I had imagined, and after failing to muster my remaining strength, I was completely exhausted.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness, he heard a soft footstep and a thin gray veil reflected in the waning moonlight.

"Still maintaining self-awareness, that's really tenacious."

Fran looked at the inchworm in the room, which was still managing to barely react to his arrival, and sighed with a touch of novelty.

The early inhabitants of Golmouth were accustomed to struggling to survive in darkness and despair, a trait seemingly ingrained in their very being. Consequently, practitioners of esoteric arts from Golmouth generally possess an extraordinary will to survive.

Unable to fight back, one humbly bows; trapped in a desperate situation, one struggles with all one's might. Until the last breath dissipates from one's chest.

"Are you planning to just pass out like this? That won't do. If you forget about the attacker after you fall asleep, it'll be very difficult for me..."

Before entering the residence, Fran had already briefly surveyed the surrounding alleyways and courtyards, finding no one else there. The culprit had probably already escaped.

She picked up her medicine box and stepped forward, intending to first carefully observe the type of injury the inchworm had sustained.

Hmm... a large laceration on the face, estimated to be around 100cm², extending from the left eye to the neck. The epidermis and dermis were peeled off, and the left eyeball has been confirmed missing.

He had neither internal organ damage nor much physical injury; his current weakness was mainly due to spiritual depletion and acute blood loss.

Thinking of this, Fran unleashed his [Dust and Impurity Removal] hemispherical domain, cleansing away the dust and lint that had permeated the main hall of his residence. He then extended his index finger, dipped it into the pool of crimson blood on the ground, and slowly sipped it.

"Oh, it's the common type A blood. And not a subtype."

After determining her blood type, she picked up a bag of type A plasma and a transfusion needle and began the emergency blood transfusion.

In fact, Fran had already solved the problem of autoimmune rejection several years ago while researching lifespan. Even without knowing a patient's blood type, she could use "universal plasma" for rehydration.

Of course, the "universal blood" in this concept does not refer to blood type O. Rather, it refers to a special type of drug that will not cause a hemolytic reaction regardless of the recipient's blood type…

While administering blood transfusions and fluids, she also used the bio-alchemy program [Dissolving Bone and Blood] to repair some of the inchworm's missing facial skin. Although the new skin was thin and fragile, it was still better than having muscles, blood vessels, and other subcutaneous tissues exposed.

The crimson substance surging in the transfusion tubes seemed not to be blood, but rather a manifestation of life. Moments later, the inchworm's condition visibly improved.

After confirming that the inchworm's vital signs had stabilized, Fran placed a green capsule into its mouth.

Antibacterial, antiviral, promotes self-healing, and stabilizes mental state. With so many superior medicinal effects combined, it's almost impossible not to overuse it…

About half an hour later, the inchworm, which had been in a state of shock and unconsciousness, struggled to open its eyes, and its consciousness gradually returned.

Fran had removed the medical equipment that had been used earlier and sat calmly in a square chair in his home, watching as the disciple of the Moth Cult regained consciousness.

"Mr. Inchworm, how does it feel to be on the verge of death?"

"...This is terrible."

Upon seeing Fran, the inchworm tried to offer a polite, respectful smile. However, it accidentally aggravated its eye injury, causing it to wince in pain.

Although most of his missing skin has been reconstructed through alchemy, the wound inside his eye socket remains, and he continues to experience tearing pain.

"I am utterly sorry, Lady Hermit, for making you see me in such a disheveled state. I even need your help... I am extremely grateful."

"No need to thank me, saving you was just a side thing." Liu

Maintaining his "hermit" image with his usual cold indifference, Fran showed no emotion in the face of the inchworm's thanks.

“I’ve been tracking down the guy who attacked you recently.”

"His title on the Hunter's Funeral Court's wanted list is 'Nightmare,' while Six-Eyed Raven classifies him as 'Traitorous Raven.' Besides that, his real name is Lyons..."

"This guy possesses some taboos that shouldn't be spread. Tell me, what distinctive features did you see in him?"

Upon hearing this, the inchworm roughly understood why the hermit lady had suddenly appeared near its dwelling. She was chasing that man and had followed his trail to find it... It made perfect sense.

Although her tone and expression were cold and she did not accept the thanks, the inchworm still could not suppress the gratitude in its heart... After all, most of the high-ranking priests of the Misty Society did not care much about the lives of their subordinates or even colleagues when they were pursuing their targets.

The fact that the hermit lady was able to stop and heal herself is undoubtedly a sign of "benevolence".

The inchworm sorted out its chaotic thoughts and forced itself to recall what had just happened.

"He was tall, wearing a black wool coat, and his face was hidden in the shadow of a fedora."

"Focus on the key points."

Faced with this information that he already knew, Fran displayed a perfectly timed hint of displeasure.

"Yes, Lady Hermit. I'm very sorry, my mind is still somewhat confused..."

The inchworm readily and earnestly admitted its mistake, and then began to focus on describing what it considered to be more important.

"That guy might have mastered the secret art of creating illusions or controlling shadows. His figure was originally outside the door, but suddenly attacked me from inside the house. At the same time, the figure outside the door disappeared like an illusion."

"Secondly, this 'Nine Nightmare Guest' has a very strange spirituality. It's not that it's unrecognizable, but rather that his spirit is fundamentally incompatible with the Five Secret Arts. What emanates from him... is a spirit of the nature of lamplight. In the instant he turned around, I saw his right eye flashing with the light of a lamp."

"Besides that, that guy's body seems to be only at the level of an ordinary person. He only stared at the [Dance of the Cicadas] for a few seconds and already showed slight limb disarray. Logically speaking, this spell should not take effect so quickly."

After speaking, the inchworm frowned slightly. Counting these strange discrepancies, he himself couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Good, I understand."

Fran did not explain it to him, but simply nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

However, she herself had already made up her mind.

The Nightmare was injured by [S-66 Faded to Pure White] and was unable to awaken his own spirit, so he could only forcibly drive the Radiant Spirit Element in Dorothy's eyeball. Moreover, he took Dorothy's right eye... and naturally took the left eye from the Inchworm.

It was based on this that she concluded the attacker was Nightmare.

"Greymark also said that Nightmare had escaped to the fallen city of Morion, but today he appeared in Foy without any warning... It seems that he is indeed an expert in counter-tracking and creating a false impression, and he has mastered the trick of hiding in the dark."

Fran commented with a hint of approval.

To achieve this level of accomplishment before even reaching the High Priest level is truly commendable. If he were to complete the ascension ritual, the Six-Eyed Raven Order would likely be in for a major headache…

Fran was also curious to see just how far he could go.

After completing the routine questioning, she glanced at the inchworm's empty eye sockets. She turned her head slightly, lost in thought.

"Alright, Mr. Inchworm. Let me see how to fix your eyes..."

"Lady Hermit, it is already a great fortune that we have survived. Losing an eye is nothing to trouble you."

The inchworm's expression became visibly fearful, as if it didn't want to cause her any burden because of its own affairs.

　№∧↑=～?,〗々〔〈∏novelqun： “Oh?”

Fran simply smiled noncommittally at his statement, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue.

"So, you're planning to reject my offer?"

"No, how could that be? I just... wanted to share your burdens."

When he said this, the inchworm adopted a very humble posture, and his words were quite interesting.

This statement, besides being a gesture of goodwill, also implicitly suggests a desire to submit and pledge allegiance. It seems this guy has truly had enough of the oppression from the Misty Society and is planning to find a new boss…

"Now is not the time."

“However, given your honesty, I can give you a chance. There are some minor matters I haven’t been able to attend to lately, but they are something I’m concerned about… related to the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower of the Star Abyss Society.”

"Please leave it to me," the inchworm readily agreed.

For any practitioner of esoteric arts, serving the apostles is a great honor, for these beings are walking oracles. Even serving as their henchmen, lackeys, or dogs would attract countless people.

Seeing his expression, Fran nodded slightly, acknowledging the Moth disciple's allegiance.

"Once you find the relevant information, try entering a dream, and my messenger will come to you."

As she spoke, she leaned down slightly and placed her hand, clad in a silk glove, on the pool of still-cold, crimson blood on the ground.

As the alchemical process [Dissolving Bone and Blood] was activated, the blood on the ground quickly intertwined and converged, forming the shape of an eyeball.

"Hmm, the bone-blood dissolution method cannot directly plasticize blood into human tissue... It still lacks some special spiritual elements as catalysts."

Fran muttered to himself, then seemed to remember something.

She then used her other hand to reach into her eyes and extracted a wisp of Karmion's cold, blood-red spiritual essence.

As Karmion's power surged into the pool of blood, the eye tissue and nerve networks proliferated and grew at a visible rate until they took shape.

The inchworm, with its remaining eye, witnessed the entire process and felt an indescribable sense of bewilderment and shock.

Among the Moths' disciples of the Obscure Society, he was one of the more learned types, with a broad knowledge of various esoteric fields. But at this moment, he felt no different from those ignorant fools.

can't read.

Within the inchworm's understanding, no secret ritual could explain the specific principles behind what was happening before his eyes. He was currently in a state akin to a top elementary school student trying to comprehend advanced mathematics.

"Remember, my gift didn't come without a price."

While the inchworm was still in a daze, Fran had already put the newly shaped eyeball into its eye socket.

The doctor had previous experience creating physical bodies for Luara, so he handled the eyeballs with considerable ease. The entire process was smooth and quick, taking very little time.

"Yes, as you wish..."

His empty eye sockets were filled again, and the inchworm endured the throbbing pain and tingling sensation deep in his brain, trying to respond to Fran as clearly as possible.

['Inchworm' Cyril Humphrey's missing eye has healed. Your April monthly house call is complete, completion rating: S. Your next monthly house call will be randomly triggered the following month.]

[This consultation fee: 1 unknown item (unidentified)]

The house call was over, and Fran didn't plan to stay any longer. However, out of habit, she still asked the patient how they were feeling.

"How does the new eye feel? Oh, it might not be 'new' since it was made with your blood."

“Excellent, no difference from the original, such a harmonious fit... The tricks of the Cup Cultists are no match for it.”

The inchworm felt its left eye return, and its body trembled slightly with excitement.

At this moment, Fran really wanted to say something like, "Patient satisfaction is my highest priority," or "Welcome to visit again."

However, because she had to maintain the inherent impression of the hermit, she simply pursed her lips and held back.

However, before leaving, she still gave the inchworm a reminder.

“Mr. Cyril Humphrey, you’d better be more careful next time. You won’t be so lucky every time.”

After saying this, Fran did not turn around, but stepped into the deserted alleyway illuminated by the crescent moon.

Upon hearing her words, the inchworm suddenly snapped out of its overwhelming joy, and even its breathing slowed down.

The Hermit knows my real name? All my information is sealed in the archives of the Misty Society; it shouldn't be possible for it to be leaked. Moreover, I even remember my direct superior who has access to these documents.

However, if she were truly an ancient, anonymous priest within the society, possessing unrestricted authority, then that would be reasonable...

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