The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Family Relatives' Recipes

As expected of an Apollyon-rated medical visit, Shitia's situation is far more complicated than it appears.

The ingredients in the green capsule are specifically targeted to human needs, making it difficult to achieve the highest efficacy for her. However, the medication contains extracts from Fran's blood, thus providing strong psychological stability.

But a single capsule is not enough to cure this Heir surviving member.

Soul essence, spirituality, thought, and physical body—all the elements that determine the biological state of Xitia were in a broken and weakened state, long past their last gasp. If it weren't for the inherent resilience of mythical beings supporting her, she would probably have died long ago.

"The ideal state for the Heir remnants is to restore their spirituality through the nourishment of the Abyss, while Xitia is imprisoned in the secret realm, where the spiritual energy she can draw upon is rapidly decreasing, and she must constantly maintain the stability of her surroundings..."

"No wonder she looked so tired."

Upon seeing this, Fran couldn't help but feel disdain for the Star Abyss Society's captive breeding techniques.

They seemed completely indifferent to Shiodia's survival. Furthermore, they relentlessly exploited her abilities, draining her blood every full moon without any regard for the sustainability of their experimental subjects.

"Mythical creatures are clearly the easiest to raise, yet they've managed to turn it into this mess. These guys are all lab lab geeks, how can they be so wasteful with rare individuals..."

She sighed as she commented, then thought of Luya, who had barged into her clinic last year.

Oh my, that child feels wonderful to the touch, and it's incredibly easy to raise, requiring only occasional provision of dreams as food.

Most importantly, she doesn't even have the need for excretion like a normal organism, so she doesn't need to be cleaned up...

Just then, Xidia opened her eyes in a daze and looked at the doctor in front of her.

"Ms. Fran... what did you do to me?"

"It's just a few minor checks, so please don't worry. As a highly professional doctor, I will abide by the established doctor-patient confidentiality agreement and will not disclose your private information."

The comprehensive examination for the deceased was extensive, and the subject was an ancient mythical creature, whose structure differed fundamentally from that of humans. Scythia possessed many organs not found in the human body, and their specific functions were difficult to ascertain without arousing spiritual awareness.

Therefore, Fran simply made clear and detailed records.

Tsutia won't be leaving Misty City anytime soon; we can observe the details later.

Q. Incidentally... out of consideration for Xitia's dignity as a pure-blooded noblewoman and her mental state, she refrained from undergoing procedures such as "primary sexual characteristics examination," "Skien gland examination," or "digital examination."

It's really a pity.

Xitia only remembered that she was in a dream, and then a deer-like creature kept licking her cheeks and seemed to be chewing on something.

It was a pleasant and enjoyable feeling.

Both spirit and flesh are nourished in the deep slumber of dreams, and the memories of the past, soaked in blood and tears, no longer erode one's reason. It is as if, with the chewing of that deer, all the chaotic noises have quieted down.

All that could be heard was the rhythmic chewing sound of the other person.

After regaining full consciousness, Xitia recalled what had just happened and realized that she had fallen into delirium while answering a question.

"I'm sorry, my mental state is a bit abnormal, and I'm prone to losing control briefly due to certain memories."

"This is a consequence of prolonged confinement and spiritual exhaustion, which can be recovered with some medication. Um... I will finish all my treatments this month."

Fran lowered his gaze slightly, then offered a word of comfort.

Unlike other patients, Shitia's treatment requires time and cannot be rushed. Although she is extremely patient with every patient and doesn't care about the time involved, the emergency room requires the patient to recover within this month.

Therefore, this doctor doesn't mind using some potent drugs with exceptional effects when appropriate...

“Ms. Shitia, although this palace has been incorporated into Fog City and, strictly speaking, has become part of my clinic... you can still consider it your own property, so please don’t mind living there.”

“During your convalescence, you can choose to stay at your own residence or come with me on house calls in Golmouth. I will take care of your safety.”

Upon hearing her words, Xitia pondered for a moment before carefully choosing her words in response.

"I... really want to leave here and go out to see the world. I don't know how many years ago it was when I last saw the sunlight."

As she spoke, a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"Dr. Fran, why do you smell of shellfish downy feathers and also have a warm, sunny scent? Is it noon outside?"

"No, it's late at night now. It's estimated that there are only a few hours left until dawn."

Fran's amber eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant he knew the source of that sunny aura.

Sigrid.

I just never expected that her spirit, so deeply concealed, could still be detected by Xidia. Perhaps the olfactory system of mythical creatures deserves further study…

"As for the scent of sunshine, that's from a maid I hired at my clinic. You can call her Sigrid."

As he spoke, Fran lifted his doctor's coat and took out the ceremonial sword "False Sun," which had been molded from Sigrid, from the sheath at his waist.

The blinding sunlight transformed into a burning incandescent flame, and Sigrid was reshaped into human form. She did not speak, but merely gave a reserved, slight nod to Sydia.

An alchemical creation of the Sunforge Order? No, her existence is far more bizarre. She possesses both the humanity and reason of a living being, yet also approaches the level of a pure creation-based heir.

Even with Sidonia's knowledge and experience, it was difficult to accurately describe what Sigrid really was.

After introducing Sigrid, Fran suddenly seemed to remember something and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

"Now the entire Ridge Recess will be stabilized by Fog Street, Ms. Shitia, you are truly 'free'. But before that, there is one more thing I want to ask you..."

"This has nothing to do with the old story of the Heirs, so it shouldn't cause you any mental illness."

As she spoke, she released her hand from rubbing her eye sockets.

When that eye opened again, the eyeball and pupil had turned upside down, becoming a deep crimson color like blood.

Do you recognize this eye?

Upon seeing those pupils that seemed to be soaked in blood, Xitia was momentarily surprised, and the confusion in her eyes intensified.

"It's that mad monk Karmion... Why do you possess his eyes?"

"A small piece of material obtained during a house call. It doesn't exist in reality; it's just a faint wisp of spirituality."

To avoid upsetting the patient who was already in a bad mental state, Fran flicked his index finger, restoring his eyes to their deep amber gold color.

"Since Ms. Xitia knows something about him, please tell me more."

Xiaoxi Tia sorted out her scattered impressions and then slowly began to recount them.

"Carmion... He was a fearsome high priest. Although he spent his entire life without gaining divine favor and failing to become an apostle, his obsession with prolonging his life was so strong as to be almost tangible."

"He possesses a vast amount of forbidden knowledge and is willing to pay any price to achieve his goals. He draws life from infants, drinks the flesh and blood of his own kind, and even consumes the marrow of holy offspring... That sorcerer once attempted to launch a large-scale sacrifice in Gormouth, but we ultimately stopped him."

"Stopped by 'you'?"

Fran was quite concerned about what Shitia said.

If the failure of the sacrifice by Karmion was the work of the Heir remnants, then it means that what they knew was not hearsay, but their own experience.

Xitia nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

"He wanted to use the entire city as a hall and the flesh and spirit of all living things as delicacies to set up an unprecedentedly grand feast. If this ritual succeeded, he might be able to transform himself into a pure mythical creature and thus enter the ranks of the 'Drinkers'."

"As a person who has reached the end of their road and is rejected by God, this may be the only way to ascend."

As she spoke, her eyes gleamed with a touch of emotion.

"Back then, we were still fighting side by side with Xingyuan Academy. Our relationship could even be described as 'intimate'."

Fran pursed his tongue and lightly licked the corner of his lips, a hint of something intriguing in his eyes.

The striking resemblance to the present day piqued her interest.

Karmion desired to transform into a mythical creature, as did Crown Prince Murphy of the Garonson court. However, one was prevented by the remnants of the Heir, and the other was murdered by the Lord of Funerals.

"This information is very valuable and useful. Thank you for informing me."

She thanked her, then gave a gentle word of advice.

"Lady Sigrid, if you wish to go out, you can first leave the palace and stroll around Fog Street. Heading towards Foy, you will reach my temporary clinic. In addition, Sigrid will provide you with some care during this time."

"If you wish to see me, you can summon my messenger Luyala after you fall asleep. Oh, you've already met her, so she shouldn't be unfamiliar to you."

"She's a little shy, but she's actually a very enthusiastic child."

"Okay, I know."

Xitia reached out her hand from her leg and stroked the slender, fair skin of her ankle. The absence of the tightness of shackles... she even felt strangely unaccustomed to it.

At the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the messenger she had longed for.

Even though the two are completely different in form and have no similar features whatsoever, Shiodia can tell at a glance that they are her "kind". They do not belong to the same species, but there is no doubt that the ancient blood of mythical creatures flows in both of their veins.

After giving his instructions, Fran waved his hand to dispel the mist surrounding him. He then prepared to leave for the time being.

Now that Mordway and Foy have both established clinics in Fog Street, she can now appear anywhere in either city, thus leaving Sigrid to care for Sydia.

The treatment of patients with Abyss Rating cannot be viewed by ordinary standards, and being impatient for quick results is a major taboo for doctors.

She plans to prepare a sufficiently effective final treatment course within this month to bring this emergency room visit to a perfect close.

"please wait."

Xitia stopped Fran, a complex look appearing in her eyes.

“Ms. Fran, thank you for everything you’ve done. But I still don’t understand… why did you help me? And what do you want in return?”

In response to her question, Fran stopped and replied with a relaxed look in his eyes.

"Hmm~ Let me think about how to answer this question."

"Being a doctor is my main profession. But seeing, understanding, and treating patients with various symptoms is my personal interest. In most cases, I collect the consultation fee along with the treatment and it will not exceed the patient's ability to pay."

"Not charging consultation fees is a special privilege for patients with special conditions. The process of treating you is more valuable than any so-called consultation fee."

“In fact, you have already paid the price without even realizing it, Ms. Shitia.”

After she finished speaking, she led Haida and Vivian away from the sea ridge palace and stepped into the boundless, hazy gray mist.

Seated on the pale bone seat, Shitia fell silent for a moment.

She could sense that Fran was telling the truth. The reason was simple... although the doctor gave off a gentle and approachable vibe, she possessed an underlying, ineffable arrogance.

It seems that when discussing matters related to the field of "medicine," she disdains using lies.

Just then, Sigrid, dressed as a maid, stood with her hands at her sides and greeted him shyly but with a touch of enthusiasm.

“Um, Ms. Shitia…you can call me Shitia Greed. I am currently a maid at the Fog Street Clinic, and I can also be considered a craftsman of the Sun Forging Order.”

"If you don't mind, I will provide you with care during this time."

Although the Sun Forger was a harsh and merciless deity, after the lost ages, his followers gradually displayed fervent qualities, much like the primordial sun of the past…

It means giving light and warmth to all living beings without seeking anything in return, regardless of who they are.

"Good work."

Although Sigrid was a pure-blooded noblewoman of Heil, she did not possess the arrogance of someone in a superior position. She responded to Sigrid in a friendly manner.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry too. In the past, the Listeners of the Star Abyss Academy would send me spiritual materials every half month, which were not enough to satisfy my hunger, just enough to keep me on my most basic vital signs."

Upon hearing this, Sigrid patted her chest.

"Please leave it to me."

"It's almost dawn now, so... Ms. Shitia, what would you like to eat for breakfast? Are there any dietary restrictions?"

As she said this, she actually felt a little guilty.

Although her cooking skills had gradually improved to near normal levels thanks to Dr. Fran's careful guidance, and she no longer turned into a coal-making machine every time... it was still quite a challenge for her to provide food for a picky Heil nobleman right from the start.

"Fish. Silver pomfret is best, or cod."

"I can accept it whether it's sliced ​​thinly and eaten raw or grilled."

After a moment's thought, Xitia revealed her dietary preferences.

"Oh, you actually like to eat fish?"

Sigrid was slightly surprised by this, and couldn't help but raise her eyes slightly to carefully examine the Heil nobleman in front of her.

The fish-like bony scales around her eyes, the tentacles resembling marine mollusks beneath her dress, and the tiny, gill-like appendages on her neck that gleamed with a delicate sheen.

Ms. Xitia's form is like a magical being from a fairy tale, capable of communicating with marine life.

The thought that the Heir, a race akin to sea fairies, also fed on other creatures of the Abyss filled her with a sense of the cruelty of reality…

"Is this... so hard to understand?"

Xitia tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes carrying a hint of self-righteousness.