The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Wake up, wake up, damn it! Walter, think of a way to fix this...

The Sleeping Sand Bell Tower in Mordway imprisons the only pure-blooded nobleman of the Heir ancestor. Furthermore, the foundation of that Ridge Ridge Secret Realm is the ruins of a colossal city at the bottom of the Abyss, containing countless arcane texts of knowledge, crucial to the entire Star Abyss Academy…

It's easy to foresee how furious those astrologers in the decision-making bodies will be.

Coincidentally, he was the one who let those three people in today. If he were to be held directly accountable, he would be culpable.

By then, being exiled to those chaotic, lawless frontiers would probably be the best outcome. Worse still, he might even be publicly executed as a warning to others.

Why do I always seem to encounter such terrible bad luck? Last month, during the full moon in Foy, I encountered an inexplicable anomaly, and after finally returning to Mordway, someone infiltrated the core of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower and vanished along with the entire secret realm…

"hiss……"

Voltaire bit his index fingernail impatiently and took a long, damp breath.

In any case, we must find a way to avoid taking primary responsibility. Or try to divert the attention of those making decisions, making them focus on external threats... at least buy ourselves some time to maneuver and negotiate.

With this in mind, he gradually calmed down and began to carefully consider the details of the letter.

The fact that she had the energy to leave a notice after completing such a sensational case shows that the power she wielded was absolutely extraordinary.

Even a high-ranking priest of the fifth tier, with divine favor, could not possibly move the entire ruined secret realm in such a short time...

The most suspicious group is undoubtedly the Six-Eyed Ravens' gang of thieves.

They were extremely enthusiastic about plotting such horrific thefts, and the apostles under the Zero system did indeed have the powerful ability to turn their ideas into reality.

However, the letter also states, "Please inform the Six-Eyed Ravens that I will be taking away their hidden treasure during the full moon this month." At first glance, this seems to be just a cheap trick used by the ravens to distance themselves from the matter.

But would an arrogant apostle with the ability to steal from secret realms really resort to such a low-level trick as "burying one's head in the sand"?

And that signature, Vivian?

A name I've never heard of before. The disciples of the Six-Eyed Raven usually use limbs of their worshipped deities as code names. Could this be his real name? But why would a thief leave his real name after committing a theft? That's incredibly audacious…

"Wow, Mr. Walter, what should we do now?"

Just as he was still deep in his thoughts, another astray person, who was equally shocked, finally came to his senses and asked his superior with some panic.

"Notify the Society headquarters. Tell them that an apostle may have infiltrated the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower."

After a moment's hesitation, Walter gave the order.

It is absolutely foolish to try to cover up such a major event that will inevitably be discovered.

What he had to do was report everything to his superiors as truthfully as possible, subtly reinforcing the description of the infiltrators in his reports.

For example, instead of "I believed the other party was a royal court attendant sent by Gunther, so I let him pass", say "The other party may have used some kind of secret technique, so all the guards were convinced of his identity as a royal court attendant and ultimately let him pass".

If the adversary is someone of equal standing, then the infiltration could only be due to one's own negligence. But if that being is an ancient Raven Feather Apostle… even if one senses something is amiss, there's no way to resist.

If a soldier ant fails to defend against an attack from other ants, it is undoubtedly the soldier ant's responsibility. But if the attacker is a human carrying a flamethrower... then the tiny soldier ant has nothing to do with it.

After his subordinates completed the on-site inspection and wrote down a detailed report, Voltien finally exhaled the heavy sigh of frustration that had been weighing on his chest.

All he can do now is pray.

I pray that the higher-ups won't take their anger out on me, or that they're not in such a hurry to find a scapegoat to take responsibility for the whole thing.

However, who exactly is this woman named Vivian? To take away the entire Ridge Realm without warning is a power that is absolutely beyond the reach of mortals.

He possesses forbidden secret arts of the Raven Feather system, yet he does not associate with the followers of the Six-Eyed Raven...

Could it be the "Secret Minister" of the Hunters?

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Foggy streets.

To break free from the cage and regain freedom has been Shitia's long-cherished wish since the Lost Age.

When it all finally happened, she felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. The burden on her heart vanished like smoke, and she was almost on the verge of tears.

Although the curse of the Abyss still exists, and the demise of the Heir remnants is almost inevitable, at least... she has escaped the endless imprisonment of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, and will not fall into utter despair in the darkness without light.

As long as she lives, Ehail is not yet destroyed.

But along with the sense of relief came intense confusion and bewilderment.

Judging from the current state of this doctor named Fran, the price she has to pay to free herself from the ruins of the palace is likely considerable. But what is her purpose in doing this? And what is she seeking?

Throughout the entire process, the doctor never revealed his true intentions.

A hint of worry crept into Xitia's mind.

Judging from the eerie mist that seized the entire ruins of the ancient city, she has at least stepped into the sixth step, which symbolizes an apostle, but it is currently unknown which deity she worships.

Such a being... in my current state, I can only be described as "at the mercy of others" in its presence.

Although Fran had previously stated that she would not ask for payment, if she were an apostle of the Moth, then her promise was utterly unreliable.

　YuhanQUn: 芭¤＄乌…°＾＝≥杉]泤↑缌 Thinking of this, she slowly raised her head and looked at the doctor under the throne.

At this moment, Haida was carrying a blood bag in her hand, while Fran had slightly loosened the collar of his doctor's coat, revealing his fair neck and collarbone.

A transparent tubing needle is inserted into the subclavian vein, slowly delivering blood.

Having learned his lesson from the Dream Flower Hotel incident, Fran specifically stored several bags of his own blood plasma in his medicine cabinet, to replenish lost bodily fluids and spiritual energy when necessary.

With the reinfusion of three bags of her own blood plasma, her complexion quickly improved. She was no longer as pale and cold as before.

"Phew, taking away this massive secret realm almost turned me into a dried-up corpse. Next time, this kind of task should be left to the backup Prayer Hand."

Fran removed the transfusion needle, then tore off a small band-aid and placed it on the injection site on his collarbone.

After completing this series of actions, she slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at Xitia.

"Ms. Shitia, how does it feel to win a bet by risking your life?"

“This doesn’t really qualify as a ‘gamble’… Dr. Fran.”

Xitia paused for a moment, then spoke.

"Judging from the power you've displayed, the current situation seems almost predetermined."

"of course."

Fran smiled, having recovered her spirituality and overcome her weakness, but she did not let Haida stop supporting her.

The warmth transmitted through the skin can alleviate the feeling of coldness caused by significant blood loss, which is very beneficial for soothing emotions.

"Manipulating the situation and odds from outside the game is also an indispensable part of gambling. I'm not a gambler who has nothing, so why should I make a risky bet? Compared to 'gambling' that prays for good fortune, 'winning' by any means is obviously more appealing."

Upon hearing this, Xitia closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering together, as if she were expressing her agreement with what she said.

"It must be admitted that this is indeed the case."

"So, what are you planning to do next?"

Although she had a vague premonition that the doctor before her was not of the same kind as those humans who coveted the Heil bloodline artifact... she still had to be wary of the worst-case scenario.

The human heart is a treacherous place; feelings are always the most unreliable thing.

"Next?"

Fran raised his eyes slightly, as if he was puzzled by the question.

"Of course, you should continue with the second course of treatment. You are still a long way from being fully recovered. You must not let your guard down just because your condition has improved temporarily... that could be a sign of a relapse."

As she spoke, she slowly walked into Xitia.

“In addition to suffering from spiritual burnout, you also have a range of mental illnesses. I hope to start with these… Ms. Shitia, would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?”

"Excuse me."

Although she didn't yet know what Fran's "second treatment" meant, she was, after all, the one who had led her out of trouble, and Shitia wasn't opposed to cooperating with her.

Besides, it was just revealing some secrets; she no longer cared about it.

"The Heir Remnants are, after all, a mythical creature race. Why were they completely defeated in the secret war against the Star Abyss Society? Even if they were in decline, they shouldn't be on the verge of extinction like they are now."

Upon hearing this, Xitia remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking after recalling the events.

“We only came into contact with the Star Abyss Society at the end of the Dust Order Era, and we were actually cooperating until the end of the Lost Era. The outbreak of the Hidden War came without warning, and... the Listeners seem to know everything about us.”

"The Star Abyss Society has imprisoned me in the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower for countless years. But it wasn't until the last hundred years that they began to use rituals to draw my blood and have me bewitch the evil creatures of the Abyss with my songs during the full moon."

As he analyzed her explanation, Fran's amber eyes immediately revealed a look of understanding.

"It wasn't a direct conflict, nor was it a long-standing grudge; it was a 'backstabbing'?"

"Just as you said..."

The word "backstabbing" seemed to trigger a delicate string in Shitia's mind, causing her emotions to suddenly become unstable.

It wasn't a sudden surge, but rather a kind of bewildered slump, as if all enthusiasm had vanished in an instant.

"Besides the Star Abyss Society, there were also some nobles within our own race who betrayed us. They wanted to completely rid themselves of the curse of the Abyss, while those astrologers coveted their ancient bloodline... The two sides eventually reached an agreement."

"The capital of Heil was reduced to ruins, and the limbs of the dead were used as materials, wantonly dismembered and dismantled, and the scattered blood stained the moonlight and the sea red."

As she spoke, she seemed to be overcome with grief due to the trauma of her past. She hugged her knees again, burying her face between her legs and the fabric of her skirt.

When she spoke those last words, Shitia's tone was melodious, like that of a song.

Even though she had no intention of using her spirituality, the pain and sorrow still lingered in the air like some kind of aura.

"..."

Although Xitia remained silent, Fran could see two tear tracks slowly running down the cheeks of this mythical creature.

Those translucent teardrops are rich in a certain spiritual element, which crystallizes upon contact with air.

Hmm... Is this how the Tears of Heil are produced?

Thinking this, Fran then approached the pale throne made of bones. He subtly wiped her cheek with a handkerchief, and casually took away the few Heil's Tears.

Shitia is now in a strange state, her responses to the outside world have become very weak, and... she no longer seems to care about the dignity and prestige of being a pure-blooded noble.

"There's even a derivative illness: a personality disorder caused by 'confinement syndrome.' The long-term concealment of sadness and loneliness has led to the development of a self-isolating subpersonality to cope with the psychological trauma..."

Fran circled the pale throne once, but the mythical creature did not react at all.

"She shows no reaction or resistance to the outside world, which is a perfect condition. You can try to have a thorough medical check-up first."

"Haida, please wait a moment. I need to protect the patient's privacy a little."

As she spoke, she took out a circular saw and a scalpel from her medicine box. Then, a few wisps of mist gathered around her, forming a thin curtain like a screen.

In fact, Haida's title at the Fog Street Clinic is "Head Nurse," and in most cases, she is able to observe the entire treatment process.

But Vivian was also there. To prevent the spiritual essence from directly confronting the mythical creature from causing her psychological harm, some measures still needed to be taken…

Compared to using imaging equipment for internal examinations, Fran prefers to completely cut open the patient for the most direct internal examination.

Perhaps this guy had some unpleasant misunderstanding about the last word, "palpation," when he was learning about the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine: observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation...

"Luara, please take Lady Siodia into a dream. She is still mentally weak and needs deep comfort."

As soon as Fran finished speaking, a faint fragrance of Dream Flower quietly appeared in the air.

Xitia's unstable state of mind gradually calmed down until she finally closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.

"As expected of a pure-blooded noble of mythical creatures, even with such poor mental state, it can still instinctively resist Luyara's dream entry."

After a brief sigh, Fran picked up the small circular saw and officially began the physical examination.

Incidentally, it's also helpful to briefly record the various racial characteristics of Shitia, which is very beneficial for research on interspecies studies.

"Oh, so these almost transparent white tentacles are part of the tail fin-like vertebrae? How peculiar, they're chordates, yet their limbs exhibit the morphological characteristics of marine invertebrates..."

“The skin around the eyes is covered with eyeshadow-like scales, some of which are of unknown purpose, but their general function is to enrich spiritual essence.”

"The legs and feet are indistinguishable from those of humans, with distinct phalanges and a lustrous pearly color in the connective tissue. There are no characteristics or traces of a fish tail. This is quite different from the descriptions of sea monsters in some literature."

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After the physical examination was completed and a large number of precious sketches of the characteristics of the Heir descendants were recorded, Fran placed a green capsule called "Cure Your Illness 3000" into Shitia's mouth.

If an ordinary person undergoes gene modification with medication, most mental illnesses caused by insufficient brain endocrine function will show significant improvement within ten minutes.

The mythical creature only gradually awoke nearly half an hour after swallowing the capsule, revealing the deep-seated illness within its mind.

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soup!