The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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At this moment, the Marquis of Jude also entered the prison cell.

He did this mainly because he was worried that the doctor's methods of controlling Edros might fail halfway through.

Lady Flamel not only symbolizes the Order of the White Cup, but also represents the hope of completely eradicating the blood plague. Therefore, from every perspective, he must ensure her personal safety as much as possible.

"I was just doing what any father would do to save his child."

Jude showed no emotion in response to Fran's statement.

Over the past century, he has consumed countless precious spiritual materials and experienced countless cycles of hope and disappointment. At this moment, his only concern is whether Edros can truly be healed as the other party has claimed.

The Moonkin are descended from undead beings, which makes their reproduction process long and difficult. Edros was his first and only child.

Upon noticing the Marquis of the Moon's unusual affection for his offspring, Fran slightly pursed his lips and stopped what he was doing.

“In that case, I would like to ask Mr. Jude for a favor.”

"Please say."

Jude was curious to see what the doctor would ask for.

Prior to this, Flamel chose to provide his own materials for the shells and declined any help in this regard.

That's an ancient relic from before the Dust Order era, its value far surpassing that of ordinary materials... If she were an opportunist looking to profit from it, she would never miss out on such a huge gain.

“I hate being disturbed in any way during the treatment of patients. Therefore, Mr. Jude, please do not interfere with whatever you see during the subsequent treatment process, okay?”

Fran said in a relaxed tone, "Eight o'clock... Seven cedars four ⊙ novel ± [qUN: .

Upon hearing her words, Jude quickly nodded in agreement.

"I believe this is the most basic consensus: laymen should not meddle in the affairs of experts."

"Oh...that puts my mind at ease."

With that, Fran picked up the small circular saw and cut Edros's arm off at the shoulder blade.

"what!"

Edros, under the mental interference and suppression, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and then quickly fell into a coma again, remaining silent.

Jude's lips twitched stiffly as he looked at the splattered blood and bone fragments.

Rosalie gently traced her index finger across her palm, trying to ease her tension with these small movements.

She was praying incessantly to the Moon of Rebirth, hoping that Dr. Fran could truly cure Edros...

"Hmm... the bone marrow condition isn't good. The blood plague is no longer just a pure curse state; it has also formed a certain amount of contaminated entity. As expected, the second-stage patients still need to be treated with a more aggressive approach."

At this moment, Fran had completely blocked out information from the outside world and entered a state of carefree self-forgetfulness.

"Let's peel off all the parts that are not needed first."

"Arms, legs, the skin and muscles of the torso, and organs other than the heart and brain..."

This doctor's execution speed is astonishingly high when conducting medical consultations. Often, he will already be making corresponding hand gestures while talking to himself.

With each precise strike of the circular saw's steel blade, Edros quickly transformed into a "scorpion" from which only his skull and spine were visible.

Even though the process was so horrific, he still did not wake up.

Rosalie slowed her breathing and cautiously glanced at Marquis Jude beside her, wondering what he was feeling at that moment.

To her surprise, Jude showed no anger or worry; instead, he intently observed the entire process, as if unwilling to miss a single detail.

1 Most parents would lose their minds after witnessing their children in such a miserable state; this is the human instinct to protect offspring.

Lin, however, is an ancient being who has existed for nearly a thousand years and does not belong to the conventional sense of "human." He knows how to suppress his emotions while being able to examine everything he sees in a purely rational way.

No matter how bloody and cruel the methods and processes may be, as long as the ultimate goal of curing the blood plague can be achieved, it is all worthwhile.

Moreover, this matter is not only related to her own child, but also to the continuation of the Moon Familia.

"Okay, let's begin the intrathecal injection..."

After manually opening Edros's vertebrae, Fran used a syringe to inject the extracted and purified shell material into his body.

It must be said that the Moon Familia's resilience and regenerative abilities saved her from many complicated steps. She didn't need to use antibiotics to prevent infection, nor did she have to worry about patients experiencing blood pressure imbalances or spinal injuries…

After Edros fell into a coma, Luara caused his mind to sink into a deep dream. This safeguard minimized the possibility of him suddenly waking up in a delirium.

To some extent, Luyara actually has a real talent for being an anesthesiologist.

As the pale golden shell extract flowed through Edros's body, the filth that had formed solid within him was gradually transformed into powdery dust.

His previously contorted and ferocious expression gradually relaxed, as if he were sleeping peacefully in bed.

"Hmm... There was no severe spiritual reaction, so the danger period should have passed."

Fran patted his gloved hands, then picked up Edros, who was now only a head and a spine, and shook off the mottled scales that were constantly emanating from his body.

“I have done all I can. Mr. Jude, you can try to wake him up.”

"……it is good."

Jude paused for a moment, seemingly unable to believe that the whole process had gone so smoothly.

He scratched his palm with the sharp nail of his index finger, and then a drop of hot blood containing a huge amount of spiritual energy condensed from the wound and dripped it onto Edros's body.

As blood dripped, crimson flesh sprouted anew on his spine. Muscles coiled around the gaps in the bones, organs began to take shape, and the growing skin then completely enveloped it all.

Although Edros has not yet awakened, he no longer carries that repulsive aura of blood plague.

"Incredible skill."

After hesitating for a long time, Jude finally uttered the compliment.

The Moon Clan did consider using the Moth Spirit Essence to cure the Blood Plague, but they gained nothing except a massive number of failed cases and a group of out-of-control lunatics.

To concoct the right potion ratio, besides needing countless failed attempts, sometimes a bit of luck is also required...

However, the "courage" to spare no expense is also indispensable.

If Dr. Flamel hadn't demonstrated the cure for the blood plague on the spot, probably no one would have been willing to use such precious ancient remains to make medicine. The research and development of medicine has always been a long and arduous process; no one knows exactly how much upfront investment is required before it is fully completed.

After completing the examination, Fran Jiu took off his medical gloves and then moved his wrists, which were a little sore from using the circular saw for a long time.

"Pain, temptation, excitement. All things that bring pleasure will cease to be mere whispers in the mind."

"In fact, the basic principle for solving the blood plague is not profound. It's just that we must follow the original idea and do our best to implement it to the extreme. Hmm... I have already written the formula for the blood plague drug, and I will leave it along with this bottle of shell extract."

Upon hearing her words, a hint of admiration flickered in Jude's eyes.

Human life is so short and finite, as fleeting as flowing water.

But they truly possess unimaginable creativity. The ancient people of Baibei once created a glorious but lost era, while this terrifyingly young doctor... effortlessly eradicated a blood plague that had lasted for millennia.

However, Jude quickly averted his gaze and did not express his approval.

Within the White Cup Order, most of the Refutationists who attain honorary professorships exhibit a degree of narcissism, much like Grantham in his youth.

He could probably accept any praise without batting an eye...

His thoughts returned to the present, and he inquired about the "return" the person in front of him desired.

“Professor Flamel, I have witnessed your superb medical skills, and I thank you for everything you have done for the Moon Familia and Edros. We cannot remain indifferent to this gift… May I ask, does the White Cup desire anything?”

Although the White Cup and the Moon Familia have reached the Moon Oath, they are still separated by the vast ocean and are of different races. "Intimate friendship" is just an unrealistic delusion; tangible exchanges of interests are the most reliable thing to maintain the alliance.

Upon hearing his words, Fran's amber eyes curved slightly.

Communicating with reasonable people can indeed reduce a lot of unnecessary social trouble. Edros's first treatment session is now complete; next comes the process of collecting payment…

"I originally intended to use your church's library, but since Mr. Jude is here, perhaps there is no need to make the extra trip. In fact, I came here simply to inquire about a few secrets."

"Oh?"

Jude had been prepared to let the person in front of him take away half of his treasure trove, but now that he heard she only wanted to ask a few questions, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

“I am willing to answer as long as it does not involve any core secrets that could endanger the Moon Familia.”

Having received his assurance, Fran then raised his first question.

What is the essence of the Abyss Curse?

Upon hearing this, Jude's gaze turned somewhat solemn. This matter was indeed not directly related to the Moon Familia, but it was still a deeply entangled secret.

After carefully considering his words, he spoke.

"It is 'the death of Fuchii'."

"In fact, quite a few people know this. But what they know is mostly just superficial hearsay. Unlike most deities, He has been dead since the Star Abyss Society first worshipped the Well. In other words... the Listeners have never worshipped a living deity."

"The Abyss fell into a lightless void with death, but the traces of it that remained in the world gave birth to countless evil creatures of the Abyss. They hate the land and the living, and are always eager to come ashore and devour everything."

"But the evil creatures of the Abyss can be cut by the broken yet sharp light of the crescent moon, so they can only appear during the tides of the full moon."

As expected of an ancient being who has lived for nearly a thousand years, when others recount this history, it sounds like they are telling a story. But he speaks with a familiar ease, as if it were his own personal experience.

Why did the Abyss Clan not disappear?

Fran then asked his second question.

With the first question laid in mind, Jude had a general idea of ​​what she was going to ask next, and answered quite fluently.

"The Abyss Clan? Oh... In our time, the more formal term for this group is 'Hail's Remnant Clan'. They rarely set foot on land, but the reason why there is no trace of them is mainly related to the Star Abyss Society."

"The Tide Listeners wiped out the remnants of the Heir through a clandestine war and stole their rites. If nothing unexpected happens, those Sleeping Sand Bell Towers standing in every coastal city... are the legacy they usurped from the Heir."

Rosalie, who was standing to the side, listened with trepidation, her lips tightly pressed together the entire time.

She felt that she shouldn't be involved in this level of conversation given her position, but her curiosity as an investigative journalist compelled her to continue listening...

Fran was quite satisfied with Jude's answer; the Marquis of the Moon's intelligence depth was far beyond what a speculator like Louisa could match.

"Mr. Jude, do you know anything else about the singing of the Sleeping Sand Clock Tower?"

As she spoke, she even hummed a tune softly.

"This is the secret of the Hail people. They sing with the moon and the tide, and their voices can directly soothe the soul, allowing the listener to fall into a state of peace where even death is forgotten."

Jude answered with a confident expression.

Fran had basically asked everything she wanted to know, but instead of leaving immediately, she made a request.

“I have obtained what I wanted. However, I still need some detailed documents. May I borrow them from the library of the Order of the Moon of Metamorphosis?”

“Of course. Except for matters concerning the core secrets of the Order, Ms. Flamel can view them on her own.”

Jude did not refuse and agreed in a deep voice.

Compared to the gifts Ms. Flamel gave, her request was... utterly insignificant.

But precisely because of this, he cannot afford to be negligent in this regard.

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After Fran went to the library, Jude also took the recovered Edros back to the bedroom in the mansion.

The first thing he did was remove Regis's heart from the container and bite a piece from the beating heart muscle with his fangs. He then activated the Noralian family's secret technique, searching for Regis's memories from his previous life through the remaining blood.

The next moment, Jude saw in Lin his thirst for Lin's fresh blood, the glee as he tore flesh apart, and the unbridled schadenfreude as he mocked the hunter.

And then... a vast, desolate darkness.

How can I describe that feeling?

Vast and silent, devoid of light and sound. Regis was trapped in a dark void. But this was not death; his thoughts remained.

After the panic and confusion subsided, a deep-seated fear followed.

But letting his emotions run wild is meaningless. He is now a "brain in a vat," oblivious to the outside world, trapped in an endless prison of thought.

Jude moved the timeline of his memory forward a little and saw Regis's perspective in the last moments of his life.

That was a familiar figure... Flamel, dressed in a doctor's coat.

At this moment, she stood outside the petri dish, gazing at the owner of this memory, her amber eyes shining brightly in the shadows.

Those eyes were like two lamps, burning with pure and intense fervor.

"call……"

With a long sigh, Jude ended his probing of the Regis blood.

"Grantham, you always manage to recruit these bizarre and frightening fellows as professors. Is your luck still abnormally good, as always? Or is it that you 'kindred spirits' are attracted to each other?"

"Perhaps in a few hundred years, this lady will represent the white cup..."