The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Finally finished, finally."

"I declare this to be the most technically demanding monthly outpatient visit of the year..."

After letting out a heartfelt murmur, Fran finally put down the monocular scope he used for machining precision machinery, and then slumped softly into a square chair next to him.

One could see her glossy, deep crimson lips parting slightly, as if a weary, pale soul were drifting out from them.

The structure of this pure white doll was very complex, but having previously treated Assistant Professor Child, it wasn't particularly difficult for her to repair it.

Maintaining Tinuvel's firewall and migrating the database was indeed an extremely challenging task, embodying the culmination of the golden wisdom of humanity during the Dark Ages. Even with the technical documents of the Necromancers, "Mechanical Biology" and "Tombstone Book," as a foundation, the entire process was nothing short of agonizing.

Oh, and she had only just acquired that tombstone book from the Nihirak dynasty; she hadn't even finished reading it yet.

It's like forcing a medical student to study topology, real analysis, mathematical physics methods, and compiler principles at the same time... That's just too cruel.

Moreover, the monthly outpatient service period is limited to just one month.

If the deadline could be extended to the end of the year, Fran could tackle some of the tedious procedures in stages, avoiding this relentless race against time, working day and night. She spent almost the entire month of June racing against time, without sleep or rest.

Fortunately, Ms. Tinuville provided a lot of theoretical help based on her existing database, and the computing array also solved most of the problems that required a large computer.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Fran alone, along with Sigrid who had just left the beginner stage, to complete the enormous project on time.

"Dr. Fran, is this what casting and mechanics will look like ten thousand years from now? So magnificent, so complex, so beyond comprehension, trampling on common sense... yet it carries a cold, meticulous, and self-consistent logic."

After working overtime for a whole month, Sigrid's mental state was somewhat abnormal.

As the "perfect" creation of the ultimate forbidden alchemy process, according to the design principles, she should not have the concept of fatigue. But now, for the first time, her spirit body feels tired and urgently needs a period of hibernation to relieve its tension.

Fortunately, as a fragment of the Primordial Taiyi Rescue 〇＄－牭∵ˇ三￡‖芜鑥泗蒐索∩￡QuN: Yang, Sigrid doesn't need to worry about overheating caused by brain calculations.

She approached Fran, whose eyes were now peacefully closed, and gently massaged the doctor's slightly bluish eye sockets with the pads of her thumbs. Her hands were warm and delicate, carrying a gentle warmth that could soothe fatigue.

Once a craftswoman of the Sun Forger, she had many calluses on her hands from forging and casting in front of the furnace, but since transforming into a pure alchemical life form, they have disappeared without a trace... Her new skin only has a soft touch.

After completing her task, Sigrid slowly bent down, resting her cheek on the hem of her doctor's coat on Fran's thigh, and then peacefully drifted into a deep sleep in a half-kneeling position.

Just then, the white cup doll, which contained the Tinuville database and self-awareness, twitched its index finger slightly and opened its eyes after a brief adjustment.

She possessed a complete bionic module, thus her appearance was indistinguishable from that of a normal human woman. She wore a well-fitting and exquisite black high-necked dress, which appeared to have been altered from one of the doctor's collections.

Looking at Fran and Sigrid, who were resting, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly and sincerely praised them.

"...Inconceivable."

"When this doctor initially said she would complete the entire workflow within a month, I thought she was just showing off her unique sense of humor. I never expected that she would actually achieve her goal within the time limit. There were no project delays or reductions."

"She even had the capacity to leave the last day of June as a buffer."

If the previous negotiations had only made the ship's AI initially lower its guard, then Fran's current display of capabilities has truly earned her respect.

Such a complex and intricate process requires a technical team to maintain, and the final completion time must still be calculated in years.

This doctor, with just the two of them, compressed the process into a mere thirty days. Although I didn't know why Dr. Fran was so insistent on the one-month timeframe... I vaguely sensed that it was very important to her.

Tinuvel knew all too well the extent of the technological gap involved.

This is by no means something that can be reversed by human effort alone. Even if one month is only enough to gain the most basic understanding of these theories, by the standards of humanity after the Age of Conflict, one could be called a genius. And this doctor... is undoubtedly a superhuman being who surpasses all of that.

After briefly familiarizing himself with the operating mechanism of the doll's body, Tinuvel closed his eyes and stopped moving.

She now needs to do a final check on the integrity of her own data and the firewall. As for what to do next, she can wait until the two of them wake up.

After a month of arduous study, the foundry returned to silence, with only the sound of even breathing gradually breaking the silence.

Just then, the steel door was slowly pushed open from the outside.

As the light, crisp sound of deer hooves echoed, Luara appeared. Incidentally, she was currently wearing Fran's silk pajamas with a bear pattern.

"Na!"

Fran and Sigrid had both entered the tranquil dreamscape created by Luara, but she seemed quite displeased with their decision to rest directly in the foundry.

The hard, square chairs offer absolutely no comfort and are simply terrible for a place to sleep.

With some difficulty, Luara lifted Sigrid, who was resting her head on Fran's lap, and placed the artisan on the deer's back, carrying her back to her bedroom. Next was Fran…

After two round trips, she completed the moving work.

After draping a blanket over Fran, Luara found a warm corner on the doctor's bed and curled up comfortably.

The two women's subconscious minds accumulated a large number of redundant thought fragments when they were awake, and this was also one of her favorite foods.

For this mythical creature, the two essential needs of eating and sleeping can be fulfilled simultaneously, and the bed is equivalent to the dining table, so its importance is self-evident.

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A bowl of soup! (Transition in progress.)

3 Chapter 151 Ominous Mystery

IV. [The firewall damage to Tinuville's 'Dark Technology Age Ship Intelligence' has been repaired. June's outreach is complete, completion level: Apollyon. Your next cross-server outreach will trigger at the end of next month.]

[This consultation fee: Unknown bio-extraction x1 (flawless quality, unidentified)]

……

After a full day of deep sleep, X's mental fatigue finally subsided completely. As her long eyelashes gradually opened and closed, she slowly opened her amber eyes, revealing a trace of weariness still lingering in her expression.

In most cases, sleep is not a necessity for this doctor. But this does not include the extreme case of using the brain like a computer for an entire month without a moment's rest.

A: "Hmm... I'll go take a shower."

Fran reached out and scratched his hair, which was a little frizzy from his poor sleeping posture, before slowly and somewhat laboriously getting off the warm, soft bed.

Most of the time, the doctor slept in a very peaceful posture, breathing evenly and weakly, her limbs completely still... as if she were in a coffin. However, because Luara would occasionally roll over and pull away her blanket, she was inevitably forced to change her position as well.

This is probably also related to the fact that she slept too hastily in the foundry last night and didn't have time to think about whether she should change into a close-fitting nightgown.

Fran patted her cheeks, then walked into the master bedroom's bathroom, removed her doctor's coat and the thin black undergarment beneath, and began her morning shower. Warm water flowed from the showerhead, tracing the skin of her neck, down her collarbone, and down her fair chest and abdomen.

She quickly finished washing up. After briefly drying her hair and the remaining water droplets on her body, she changed into a bathrobe and left the bathroom.

Sigrid was standing at the door when the maidservant arrived at her bedroom upon hearing the sound of dripping water and waited for about ten minutes. Due to the forged nature of alchemical life forms, her recovery speed from fatigue far exceeded that of flesh and blood.

Good morning, Dr. Fran.

"Hmm... Good morning."

Fran raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned, then gracefully sat down in front of the dressing table. Sigrid immediately stepped forward, a clear, slightly warm light emanating from her palm, slowly drying her still-damp hair.

Although this maid is not sensitive to low-temperature flames and has difficulty accurately controlling the temperature... the range she is not sensitive to is between 100 and 1000 degrees Celsius. She can easily control light and heat that are higher or lower than that.

As the water droplets, carrying the scent of osmanthus, turned into wisps of steam, Fran's pale gray hair quickly dried again.

“Well, Dr. Fran, I’m sorry… I wasn’t able to help you much in repairing Ms. Tinuville. It took me most of the time just to barely understand the literature, and I often made mistakes in practice.”

As Sigrid braided Fran's hair, she pursed her lips slightly, seemingly feeling a little guilty.

During the repairs in June, the doctor spent most of the time in technical discussions with Ms. Tinuvel, and all she could do was take notes non-stop and cast certain precision components under their meticulous guidance.

“No need to be so modest, Sigrid.”

Upon hearing the maid's words, Fran's lips curled into a slight smile.

"In fact, when faced with knowledge that is completely beyond our cognitive level, even just understanding the most basic rudiments is something many people cannot achieve in their entire lives. Being able to 'come in handy' is already beyond my expectations."

Even before undergoing the alchemical transformation of the "Final Program," Sigrid was a gifted craftswoman within the Sunforge Order in Norrington. Furthermore, in addition to studying occult texts, she had also pursued a range of studies in physics and mechanical engineering.

After becoming a fragment of the Primordial Sun, her talent in this field was further enhanced; both her memory and logical thinking became almost superhuman. Otherwise… even a genius in the human sense would find it difficult to gain sufficient understanding of the theories of the Dark Ages in such a short time.

Fran was always demanding of herself, and when interacting with those around her, she mostly offered encouragement through words. This is also a habit upheld by excellent psychologists: listening and then trying to understand as much as possible.

It seems that only one person in the Foggy Street clinic ever received her rigorous instruction: her overly gentle medical apprentice. 4

"I just did what I could..."

Sigrid pursed her lips at Fran's words of comfort, a hint of shyness flickering in her molten gold eyes.

"Hey... I should be the one thanking you first for this level of work intensity. A month of continuous, meticulously crafted work without any rest would drive most artisans crazy. Perhaps I should give you some reward as overtime pay." (Sugi)

"Unfortunately, I haven't thought of a suitable gift yet, so I'll wait until the year-end bonus to be settled together."

Fran tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

Sigrid herself had no real need for wealth; otherwise, money would have been a much more convenient solution. After her visit to Prince Gunther's residence, the doctor's financial situation was more comfortable than ever before.

"Okay...thank you for your trouble."

The maid had no objection to this.

In fact, Fran paid her salary every month according to the original employment agreement, and Sigrid hardly ever used it, simply saving it up casually. As an alchemical being detached from mortals, money held absolutely no appeal for her.

In comparison, the various exquisite craftsmanship skills learned while forging and casting with this doctor were invaluable rewards. They represented casting knowledge far beyond our current era, containing the power to change history.

After the brief exchange, Fran took out a brass pocket watch from his sleeve and glanced at it.

Eight-thirty.

There's still plenty of time. Before making her own rounds, she can take a look at the monthly consultation fee she just received... This time, she got "biological extracts." After last month's immersive firewall maintenance work, she doesn't want to work as a programmer for at least another quarter.

Recently, Haida and Vivian have been consolidating and mastering the secret techniques they had previously learned, and haven't had anything else to do. As for the various sects in Gormouth... they seem to be making some kind of preparation.

Fran was quite curious about how far their plan had progressed.

Out of the doctor's usual caution, she habitually gathers sufficient information and ascertains the other party's background before any contact escalates into violence, minimizing potential risks. However... these things will have to wait until after the second quarter's cross-disciplinary outpatient visits are completed.

After brewing a pot of "Winter Buds" tea from Modway, Fran went to the operating room to begin the appraisal of the consultation fee.

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"Oh, this is really... dangerous."

Wearing a white heavy-duty chemical protective suit, Fran carefully examined the 1000 ml cubic quartz box in her hand. The jet-black liquid with a bismuth-yellow hue floated with her gaze, shimmering with an indescribable dangerous color.

Equipping biological raw materials with biochemical protective measures was just a small habit this doctor had carried over from his previous experiments, but unexpectedly, it came in quite a few useful applications...

The consultation fee in June was for a highly valuable biological extract, but it was also a high-risk item with infectious properties.

[The Blood Phosphorus Extract of the Chaos Groaner]

[Quality: Flawless]

The scales and blood of the Black Eclipse Dragon contain extremely high concentrations of the 'Dragon Madness Virus.' Infected creatures will uncontrollably succumb to 'Dragon Madness,' their sanity weakens, and their self-healing abilities disappear. If they cannot break through the limits of their own bodies, they can only die slowly and painfully from the erosion. Through repeated molting, the Black Eclipse Dragon may eventually completely transform into a Celestial Returning Dragon, simultaneously releasing special scales that inhibit other Black Eclipse Dragons from transforming into adults.

The 'Chaos Groaner' is a product of the Black Eclipse Dragon's suppressed final metamorphosis. It has been corrupted by the power of the Celestial Dragon, but its body cannot be fully transformed. This brings endless pain and rage, as well as a highly aggressive viral disease.

[Note: "'Hunter' individuals can overcome this virus by unleashing their potential, but considering that these individuals can freefall from a height of 100 meters unharmed and possess extraordinary physical resilience, it is not recommended that ordinary people attempt to contract it."]

"Dr. Fran, what is this?"

Seeing the doctor's cautious and meticulous demeanor, Sigrid couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. Due to her physical characteristics, she wasn't wearing protective clothing at the moment.

"Dragon scales and blood."

Fran gave a concise answer.

"dragon?"

Sigrid's eyes, as black as molten gold, widened slightly at this answer, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Let alone a thousand years from the beginning, even in the distant lost ages, dragon-type holy offspring were mythical creatures existing only in legends and epics. Ancient, powerful, beautiful, hidden from the world... they were almost synonymous with mystery.

"It is different from the dragon skeletons beneath Norrington. Not only are they different in type, but apart from sharing the name 'dragon,' they have no similarities in their life structure."

Seeing that Sigrid was very interested in this, Fran went on to explain in more detail.

"So, the liquid in your bottle comes from another world, just like Ms. Tinuville?"

"Yes, if I had to say, it is the 'Old World'."

Fran nodded slightly, acknowledging this.

"However, this bottle of 'blood scale extract' is not in the same worldview as Ms. Tinuville's, but it is indeed very dangerous. This small bottle of highly concentrated blood and scale dust, once diluted, is enough to plunge an entire city into a plague."

"Scale dust itself is a kind of organic crystal, and its ability to spread is not strong. However, its stable form makes it difficult to deactivate, so it can be preserved for a long time."

After speaking, she sealed the bottle of bloodscale extract and put it away. Then she opened the clear, bright circular area of ​​the [Dust Removal and Purification] device and completed the necessary disinfection procedures.

Such high-risk biological raw materials are obviously not suitable for direct human consumption. Neither dosage nor stability can be precisely controlled, making it highly likely to cause immediate death in the ingestor. Fran himself prefers to process and iterate them into finished pharmaceutical products.

But even if you do that, it is still extremely dangerous.

"Plague... Can the remains of dragons also be contaminated?"

Sigrid blinked upon hearing this, looking somewhat confused.