The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Fran, meanwhile, began collecting the fawn's biometric information to use as a diagnostic tool. …∮^%

She's not naive enough to think a deer would pay.

“You have antlers and no reindeer features, so you're probably a boy. But your name is ‘Luyala,’ so you must be a girl. Let me see…”

"Oh, it's a girl."

Fran meticulously examined the fawn's body, leaving no detail overlooked, and even took out his notebook to sketch it on the spot. The little creature before him truly deserved to be called a "mythical creature," and it would be a real shame not to give it a thorough examination.

The fawn even slightly closed its eyes and stretched out its hooves to cover itself, displaying a very human-like shyness.

Fran quickly finished his dozen or so high-speed sketches from different angles, then stroked his chin and began to speak thoughtfully to Luyara.

“Your emotions will change based on what I say, so you should be able to understand my language. Therefore, it would be more appropriate for me to refer to you as ‘she’…”

Just as Fran was about to have some more conversation with her, the notification that the treatment was complete arrived.

Luara's malignant infection has been cured. Your routine monthly outpatient visit is complete, completion rating: S. Your next monthly outpatient visit will be randomly triggered next month.

[This consultation fee: Unknown biological raw material x1 (high quality, unidentified)]

[Your resolution changes: Xenomorphology (27% → 33%), Bio-prosthetic technology (30.5% → 32.5%).]

"The alien species knowledge increased by 6% directly. It seems she really cherishes mythical creatures..."

Fran was somewhat surprised by the results of this house call. Although it was indeed a lengthy and sophisticated surgery, it shouldn't have resulted in an 8% increase in resolution in one go... This meant that Luara's race was even rarer than he had imagined.

Luya Erla had already stepped off the operating table. She possessed an indescribable resilience, so much so that she regained her mobility immediately after the surgery.

Fran bowed slightly to Luya, who was standing in front of him.

"Although it's a bit late to introduce myself now, it's just basic courtesy."

"I am your attending physician, Fran Hesser. Miss Luara, you are a truly excellent guest. Fog Street Clinic welcomes you back anytime. I'll give you a 10% discount, okay? Well then, our doctor-patient relationship ends here..."

She took a pure black membership card from the pocket of her white coat and placed it beside Luya.

Luya raised her head slightly, her glistening eyelashes fluttering, deliberately avoiding looking at Fran... seemingly still angry about her slightly offensive observation earlier.

But Fran had already stepped forward and begun to gently stroke the soft fur on its neck.

Her technique was extremely skilled, not only relieving mental fatigue, but also soothing physical pain... Physiotherapy is also a part of medicine, and it is essential to learn it!

Although Luara tried her best to maintain her composure, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

Fran's skills were so exceptional that no mammal could resist them; she was a veritable furry killer. How to describe it? ...She once soothed a rune bear that was about to go berserk to sleep with her bare hands.

"Please forgive me if my previous actions were offensive. After all... that was the payment you made for this treatment."

"Magic and miracles don't come for free, you know?"

Fran spoke with a smile in her eyes, her voice steady and soothing, carrying a strong sense of reassurance.

Luya's previous sullen demeanor had vanished, replaced by a hint of shyness.

She slowly straightened up on all fours and walked towards Fran, sticking out her tongue to lick her cheeks and hands. Slightly warm, the touch felt like some kind of jelly.

Luya then walked out of the operating room, through the corridor and living room, and out of the clinic through the misty doors.

Before leaving, she bowed slightly to Fran. Was it a thank you, or perhaps a farewell?

"Although it has a bit of a childish temper, this mythical creature is not difficult to get along with... and is quite cute in some ways."

Fran certainly hoped Luara would stay at the clinic longer so she could fully observe her recovery process and further refine the information model for this species. But since Luara chose to leave after recovering, she wouldn't try to persuade her to stay.

After all... she'll come again.

Fran looked back at the table; the black membership card was nowhere to be seen. He must have put it in his mouth and carried it away when he left.

At the same time, she turned her gaze back to her hands. Her once fair hands, covered in stitches, were now broken and riddled with signs of erosion and decay.

The wounds healed incredibly quickly, returning to their original state almost instantly… seemingly due to Luara's licking before she left. However, the distinctive stitches remained.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, pinching a living contaminant squeezed from a healed wound. After crushing it to death, she held it to her nose and sniffed it lightly.

"It really is an ant."

"It actually involves an extraterrestrial deity. It seems Luyara has quite a background, and this trouble is no small matter..."

As she spoke, Fran suddenly felt everything around her rising at an extremely fast speed, while she plummeted as if falling from the clouds.

……

A pair of deep amber-gold eyes suddenly opened; she was awake, and then she yawned.

"I performed surgery on a deer that could understand human speech and even gave her a membership card. Oh my god... how could I have such a dream?"

The next moment, Fran threw off the quilt that he was wrapped tightly in and stood up.

Who invented the idea that "everything is a dream"—a concept that should have been swept into the dustbin of history ten years ago?

She glanced at her bear-patterned pajamas and her expression turned somewhat strange.

Wu: "But I did just wake up, and my memory of last night before going to sleep is very clear."

Fran immediately looked at her hands. The wounds on her hands from the living contamination had healed, but some traces could still be seen.

Ryu "unfolds the panel of technical mastery".

Your command has been received and will be executed shortly.

[Technical Mastery: Abyss Applied Science (17%), Terra Medicine (3%), 40k Medicine (37.9%), Mechanical Prosthetics (10.1%), Bio-Prosthetics (32.5%), Xenomorphology (33%), Modern Neuroscience (21%), Clinical Psychology (20%), Anatomy (79.5%), Genetic Research (27%), Soul Shaping (17.1%), Forbidden Alchemy (21%).]

"The resolution has increased, and there are traces of contact with live contaminants on my hands. That means I did have surgery... Have I completed my outpatient visits for May?"

4. [Dear Dr. Fran, your monthly outpatient rounds are now complete.]

The system module's response immediately confirmed her idea.

Fran wasn't surprised or confused for long. She checked the membership cards she had issued and found that one was indeed missing.

Although the previous experience was in a dream, everything that happened was not fiction. This is probably what makes Luara special.

This also explains why I couldn't put her to sleep through "swinging the heart bell" or drug anesthesia, because the two of us already existed in a dream... her dream, or my own.

"Today's patient is indeed very interesting..."

Fran pursed his lips, then smiled with obvious enjoyment.

Chapter Twenty-One: Atavism

Following the incident at the Norrington Central Museum, the hunters of the Order of the Mystics returned to their usual routines. Whitecup, however, was overwhelmed by the massive cleanup work…

Haida was also commended for her performance in the previous incident.

First, she was promoted to "Head Maid" of the funeral maids. Second, she was forced by the General Affairs Department to take nearly a month of leave and recuperation, so she had no duties for the entire month of May.

Because Vivian was assigned to Haida's action group, she also enjoyed this rare vacation.

But this was not a happy thing for Heda... it meant that she would be pestered by Ms. Marian for medical checkups for a long time.

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In the afternoon, Vivian returned to the preparation room.

As soon as she opened the door, she couldn't help but squint. She looked at Haida, who was training, with a hint of worry.

Heda, her long eyelashes furrowed and her eyes closed, brandished a wooden-handled folding knife amidst several practice dolls.

Her movements carried a sense of effortless ease, like dancing water flowing through the gaps in the puppet's position. Yet, at the same time, each strike she made was decisive and ruthless, almost perfectly targeting the puppet's vital points.

Throat, heart, eye sockets, every artery that could be severed, and vulnerable primary sexual organs... like a butcher, showing no concern whatsoever for the deprivation of vibrant life.

"Sister Heda, isn't your training regimen a bit too intense and unhealthy...?"

When Vivian left the preparation room, she saw Sister Heda practicing firearms against a target.

After lunch and a nap, she returned to the preparation room and discovered that her training was not over yet... she had simply switched from practicing firearms to melee weapons.

“I know my body very well, and I’m far from reaching my limit... There’s no need to worry.”

Haida recognized Vivian's voice. She opened her eyes, deftly flipped the wooden-handled folding knife in her hand, and then neatly put it back into the pocket on the outside of her thigh.

Fine strands of sweat trickled down her face, down her fair neck and beautiful collarbone, soaking her black, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt. The supple lines of her muscles were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

Although she had successfully expended some of her energy through long hours of regular aerobic exercise, Haida still did not feel tired at this moment.

Her physical strength seemed inexhaustible; this level of training could only allow her to adapt to her own changes, but could not bring her any closer to her true limits.

"All right……"

Vivian was just casually expressing concern for her team leader, since the other person's health was regularly checked by professional doctors from the medical department.

Oh, besides Ms. Marian, there was another, more mysterious and professional doctor who was also very interested in her.

But that might not be a good thing…

Haida let out a soft sigh of relief and picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from her face.

Now that Vivian has returned to the preparation room, it means the afternoon's schedule has already begun...

Ms. Marian is coming.

Soon, the door to the preparation room was pushed open again, and Ms. Marian stepped in gracefully, wearing high heels tied with black ribbons.

"Little Haida, you're as energetic as ever... How was today's training intensity? If you're still not feeling noticeably tired, we can add more anaerobic exercise."

Marian approached Heda, touched her face, and swept her gaze over the beautiful curves of her obliques with admiration.

After the latter coughed twice, she smiled and got down to business.

"This is your medical report, which also includes many items from your mental health testing. Hmm... some parts of this might be a bit hard for you to accept, so I came over to explain them to you."

As she spoke, she glanced sideways, looking at Vivian with a gentle and calm gaze as she prepared to take soda crackers from the small wicker basket on the table.

"Ah... I suddenly remembered that I have to go back to the Secret Service to submit a recent performance report. My apologies to both of you, I'll take my leave now."

Vivian immediately understood and left the preparation room without even taking the cookies.

Although she belongs to the Secret Service, which specializes in collecting information, it is precisely because she is an agent who is frequently exposed to secrets that she is even more aware that... it is better to remain unaware of some secrets that should not be known at this time.

"Speaking of which, ever since I was grouped with Sister Heda, my training volume has increased quite a bit..."

There was no other way; Sister Heda was honing her skills at an intense pace, meticulously completing each training exercise with the focus of a master swordsmith...

She couldn't possibly be enjoying reading a novel while munching on soda crackers in the same room, could she?

"Since I don't have anything to do during my vacation, I'll go to Old Will's bookstore this afternoon and see if they have any new books on the shelves..."

Vivian walked through the narrow corridor, lost in thought about what to see next.

bait……

After reading the medical report, Haida's expression was neither surprised nor calm.

3 Although she had been mentally prepared, she was still somewhat surprised when she learned the exact situation.

"So, you mean I actually have two hearts now?"

She had previously seen the "second heart" item on Fran's bill, but at the time she thought it might be some kind of medical term that she didn't understand. She didn't expect the actual situation to be so real and simple... it was just a heart that was directly implanted.

5 She touched her full and plump left breast, feeling the rhythmic throbbing beneath its softness, but still did not notice anything unusual.

The two got along very well, without any strangeness... It was as if I was born with this second heart.

"Yes, that's right, little Haida. And this heart enhances your blood supply and allows you to move in lower oxygen environments..."

Mary soothed the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, her expression a mixture of excitement and regret.

U was excited to witness this amazing biotechnology firsthand, but regretted that he was completely unable to understand its principles with his own knowledge.

"The mechanism of operation, the specific materials, the transplantation technique, and how exactly that doctor solved the rejection problem... are all unknown mysteries. If I could, I would really like to meet her."

"Why did Dr. Fran specifically choose to implant this second heart in me? Is there any special significance or potential risks involved?"

Haida still felt a lingering unease. She still remembered the scene where, after Solani took Dr. Fran's medicine, her eyeballs crawled out of their sockets like spiders...

"The Medical Division, together with those difficult old guys from your Funeral Division, held four or five meetings and went through several ceremonies to examine it. The final conclusion was... it's just a simple human organ, with no hidden dangers."

"As for its significance... this extra heart may be the foundation of some kind of enhancement technology. Preliminary estimates suggest it would be an extremely complex and mature technological system."

Haida nodded to indicate that she understood.

After all, Dr. Fran had told her more than once that the surgery would have a dozen or so follow-up procedures... Then, she noticed some other issues.

"Ms. Marian, you've joined forces with the Undertaker's higher-ups... Do you really think those old witchers would cooperate with you?"

Haida was somewhat puzzled by this.