The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"In fact, the biomass of most mythical creatures can spread their own spiritual essence, thus creating an effect similar to an epidemic. However, the principle of 'Dragon Virus' is different from the above situation. It is a racial trait of the Black Devouring Dragon and also its source of power."

While explaining, Fran also demonstrated by taking out a deep blue Heil's Tear. She lightly flicked her finger, drawing in some spiritual essence with lunar and tidal properties, and then materialized it onto herself.

The next moment, a faint, translucent, azure light appeared at the corner of her eye. This was almost identical to the characteristics of the Xitia Abyss Familia.

"As mythical creatures, the remains of the Heir nobles are very stable. After their spirit dissipates, it will return to the deep realm beneath the surface of the world... and how to extract it stably and implant it into the human body is the research that the Star Abyss Society is currently conducting."

"It's quite easy for the Listeners to replicate their achievements, but this should only be part of one of their plans."

After speaking, Fran gently touched the corner of his eye, wiping away the glint of light.

"That's it..."

Listening to the doctor's lecture-like narration, Sigrid felt inexplicably moved.

The extremely complex, purely mechanical creations like Ms. Tinuvel, and the bizarre dragons that use viruses as their power source, suggest that Dr. Fran's "cross-disciplinary medical visits" are going to places that seem more dangerous than he imagined.

After completing the diagnosis and appraisal, Fran returned to the main hall of the clinic and began to consider the specific research and development direction of this "blood scale extract" as a drug.

It can be used as an adrenaline-like stimulant to forcibly unleash the body's potential. It can also be used to extract the power belonging to the ancient dragon species to catalyze the body's second transformation.

She currently has about 1000 ml of sample on hand. Although it's not a lot, it's more than enough for Fran to conduct experiments sparingly. After all, she's long been used to situations where raw materials are scarce, and often has to find equivalent substitutes for the materials herself, or even process some by hand.

Moreover, this is a product that has been extracted and refined, and its concentration is much higher than that of the original material.

From dawn till dusk, the bright daylight reaches its peak at noon, then gradually sinks into the abyss of blackness as the crimson sunset fades. The manuscripts on Fran's desk, used to record inspirations and ideas, are piled high.

However, drug development wasn't urgent on the schedule, and there was no need to rush as relentlessly as in the previous month. Therefore, she still had time to prepare three meals a day for the few people currently staying at the Fog Street Clinic... oh, including bird food for Mu Ning.

“Swelling $々turn}″:℃≈∏‰∩[；『〔Ta。 ”

As the hands of the brass pocket watch fell to twelve, Fran tilted his neck slightly, then stretched his arms to ease his slightly sore waist.

Haida, who was preparing ammunition, supplies, and a sword nearby, also stood up.

"Are you ready to make a house call, Dr. Fran?"

As the head nurse of the Foggy Street Clinic, accompanying doctors on field trips is an indispensable part of her job. And this nun has long been accustomed to waiting to accompany them on the last day of each quarter.

"That's right, let's go."

Fran nodded slightly, confirming this.

"Hmm... Sigrid will be going along this time too. I promised her I'd go out for a walk with her."

Sigrid, with her hands hanging at her sides, gave Heida a reserved yet warm smile.

As the cool, damp mist gradually gathered, it soon formed a nearly gray-white, hazy sea of ​​fog, enveloping the entire main hall of the clinic... The three figures then disappeared into it, vanishing without a trace.

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Crane Sea King, resurrected!

Chapter 152 Filth Falls Like Rain [The Frontier Country]

[The cross-disciplinary quarterly outpatient visit begins. You are about to travel to a "borderland country." This outpatient visit will be conducted by three people.]

[Patient: Fritilla, the White Priestess of the Spring.]

[Patient File: The White Witch is a descendant of an ancient race, possessing the talent to resist and purify impurities and command the spirits of the dead. However, the essence of purification is absorption and slow self-digestion; once the amount of impurities ingested exceeds the tolerable threshold, disintegration will follow. Having purified and absorbed the "King of Impurities," Fridia's body is already beyond repair and nearing its limit.]

When she could no longer contain the filth within her body, a dark curse, imbued with despair, rained down upon her.

Symptoms: Defilement (terminal stage).

[Note: In this world, "filth" is a special type of infectious substance. Those corrupted by it will slowly lose consciousness and begin to transform into aggressive undead.]

[Begin the patient reception process.]

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After a moment of near-dizziness, Fran's pale gray eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then he opened his amber-colored eyes.

The rain pattered on and on, the sticky dampness carrying a sense of melancholy and oppression.

A familiar feeling of weakness.

Fran tried to raise his hand, but his limbs and body felt extremely weak, as if he were a critically ill patient who had just awakened from a life-threatening shock. He could barely maintain his breathing, let alone make any other movements.

She blinked slowly and began to observe her surroundings.

This appeared to be a basement. I was surrounded by numerous old wooden crates and countless withered, decaying weeds. The sound of rain I had heard earlier was coming from outside above; it was faint and indistinct.

Thankfully, my own first-aid kit was right beside me. Unlike the time in Norrington, I wouldn't have had to dig it out of the sand. With Sister Heda not around, engaging in this kind of strenuous physical labor was quite inconvenient.

Although in an unknown and unfamiliar environment, it was relatively safe, so there was no need to worry too much. Fran could also use this opportunity to briefly reflect on his situation and try to alleviate his physical discomfort.

Soon, she used the "Reaching for the Moon" chain on her wrist to take a green capsule from the medicine box, brought it to her lips, and then put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

The drug dissolves and is released at an extremely rapid rate, then travels through the bloodstream to deep into the internal organs. Target

The life force that promotes self-healing, the qualities that stabilize the mind, and the broad-spectrum antiviral components that resist most viruses and bacteria... After a short while, Fran's condition improved significantly; at least his mobility was restored. *Whoosh*

Given the doctor's original physical condition, even in his worst state, he shouldn't have fallen into this level of weakness. Clearly, some change has occurred that he is currently unaware of.

As his breathing gradually evened out and strength returned to his limbs, Fran raised his hand and looked at it. The stitches on his fingers were still there, but they had become much smaller, and his fair skin had a softness unique to a child.

"The simulation of personality splitting [intercalation] has indeed caused some negative effects. It seems that this makes me easily turn into the form of a little girl when I make cross-disciplinary house calls... probably due to the manifestation of some kind of subconsciousness."

After a brief check, she slowly stood up, then took out a silver vanity mirror and began to carefully examine herself.

The doctor's coat had been replaced by a pure white pleated jumpsuit, made of a soft, thin material, embroidered with a band of delicate, pale silver patterns. A simple black belt was tied around the waist with a simple bow. On her feet were a pair of equally pure white Mary Jane shoes.

However, the change in its own form did not affect the original implant; the chimeric spine "Sphinx" still exists. After all, it contains the mechanical biological technology of the Necromancers and the extraordinary modification skills of the Bloodwalkers, and is not limited by the size of the body.

"'The Frontier Country,' oh... the worldview is 'Lily at the End.'" Part Two

As the chief physician of Foggy Street Clinic, her medical services cover a wide range of areas, ensuring she is knowledgeable in all situations. However, she is not as familiar with this area as she is with the border region, only having a general understanding of its background and direction.

The situation outside the "borderland" is currently unknown, but within its borders, it is undoubtedly as dark and mysterious as a deep abyss. A curse-like filth has transformed into an endless, black rain, and in every corner lingers mad creatures that have died and risen again.

Here, they are called "filthy ghosts".

The nation fell and collapsed, destined for extinction. But the people who once lived there regained their decaying lives from death, transforming into limbs and feet that spread outward from the underground pollution.

"So it seems that I am also one of the White Witches."

As he spoke, Fran gently raised his palm, and a soft white wisp of light immediately shone like a lamp. The thin, gaseous filth that permeated the surroundings seemed to be drawn by something, slowly flowing into the flickering wisp of light.

At the same time, she could feel these free-floating filth within her body.

"It's like instinct. Even if it's the first time you've been driven, your body will tell you what to do."

After getting a general idea of ​​the situation, she patted the mud and dust off her clothes and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. Her primary goal now was to find Heda and Sigrid. Although they had some means of resisting the filth, prolonged exposure still posed a certain risk.

Sigrid herself has no physiological needs such as breathing or eating, and even if impurities enter her body, she can incinerate them with the core of her alchemical furnace. However, Sister Heda is still human at heart, and the harsh environment will ultimately affect her.

"Peng!"

Just as Fran was about to leave the basement, a trembling sound of something being smashed came from above.

With a sudden bang, the floating dust was shaken off and dust particles scattered.

Fran's eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised an eyebrow. This place was well-hidden; they shouldn't be attacked anytime soon. Furthermore, the newcomers weren't Haida or Sigrid; she was extremely familiar with their auras and spirituality, and couldn't possibly have missed them.

Moreover, each of them possessed a "membership card" from the Fog Street Clinic, which was actually a beacon used to summon the Fog Veil. Fran could also use this to locate them... Therefore, the visitor must be someone else.

With a light thud, a girl whose clothes and figure were almost identical to Fran's appeared in front of her.

In contrast, her eyes were a light blue like the sky, her long, snow-white hair reaching her waist was slightly curled, and she did not have the many crisscrossing black stitches on her body.

The moment she saw Fran, a heartfelt joy lit up in the girl's eyes.

With barely concealed excitement, she jogged lightly to Fran. She seemed to want to take his hand or hug him, but was also worried that her actions might disturb or startle him.

"...Are there any surviving White Witches?"

A black knight, hooded and clad in light armor covering his face, gradually came into view. He exuded the aura unique to the undead, and his robes and sword were stained with thick blood, but he did not seem to have lost consciousness due to the corruption.

"But your eyes, and..."

The moment he caught sight of Fran, his tone was filled with confusion and uncertainty.

The young white witch's appearance differed from any of the black knights had ever seen, from her amber eyes to the shocking black stitches on her arms and neck. Moreover, perhaps it was just her imagination, but she seemed to possess an indescribable air of calm.

Fran simply tilted his head slightly and blinked with a hint of confusion.

In this situation, she didn't need to answer the other party's questions at all; she could simply play dumb... This country, now a wasteland of ruins, was shrouded in many mysteries, and the knight wouldn't delve too deeply into these trivial details.

"You don't know either? Hmm, that's not strange."

The knight simply nodded in agreement, not dwelling on that point, and instead inquired about her future plans.

"The last remaining White Witch, come with us. There are no living beings left here; there is no point in staying. We are merely waiting for death."

"it is good."

Fran did not refuse the other party's offer. Strictly speaking, the girl in front of her was also one of her patients, and she had an obligation to ensure her safety.

Having received permission, the black knight vanished. He had always existed as a spirit, only able to manifest a physical form through the bond of immortality and the power of the White Witch, allowing the blade in his hand to touch the material world.

With an indescribable sense of familiarity, Lily awkwardly wrote the name she had only recently recalled in Fran's palm.

"Call me Fran. It's nice to meet you, Lily."

As she spoke, the doctor slightly curved her lips into a warm smile. She never hesitated to show gentleness to such well-behaved and lovable children.

Feeling the calming and gentle aura emanating from the person before her, Lily slowly took her hand and nestled against her like a young feline.

Since awakening, all the girl has seen is devastated ruins, cold and decaying death, and the remains of the living, filthy and driven mad by malice and madness.

All she could do was keep moving forward amidst her confusion and fear.

Purifying impurities is the White Witch's mission, and also the meaning of Lily's existence. Even in her ignorance, she is willing to pay the price of her own suffering to redeem those tormented and helpless souls.

But... a young child's instincts ultimately made her yearn for the family she could rely on, a soft and comfortable bed, and warm and safe arms.

She was a strong child, but being strong doesn't mean she could endlessly endure loneliness and sorrow.

Lily could clearly feel the warm kindness emanating from the person before her, as well as the subtle, unspoken connection between them. After a moment, she relaxed, wrapped her arms around Fran's waist, and gave her a hug.

The doctor seemed to have anticipated this; she didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently stroked the girl's soft, curly, snow-white hair.

One could see that a significant amount of hair at the temples and ends of Lily's hair had been dyed an ominous, jet-black color. This indicated that a certain amount of impurity had accumulated within her young and tender body, resulting in its outward manifestation.

Qi: "Let's go."

Once Lily's excitement at seeing her blood relatives had subsided, Fran spoke softly.

Feeling the caress on her head and hearing the audible heartbeat of the person before her, she felt a strange sense of comfort. Based on kinship, this white witch named Fran seemed to be her sister, but at this moment she felt more like an elder.

With a touch of reluctance, Lily released Fran and left the hidden basement.

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Only after San came outside the underground room was Fran able to see the full view of where he was.

6. The view was gloomy and dark, even the sky was obscured.

The vegetation is withered and the village is deserted. A wooden sign, eroded by rain, can be seen with blurred words, but the words "Cliff Village" can still be faintly read.

Beside it stood the burly, aged corpse of a warrior, broken but not toppled, like a cast-iron monument.

The surroundings were littered with battle scars left by blades and pillar-shaped warhammers, and the warrior spirits trapped within the corpses had vanished. Clearly, Lily and the black knight had encountered Fran before finding him.

Fran glanced at Lily beside him.

The girl wore a strangely patterned bracelet on her wrist. Judging from the traces of blood and moss that had not yet been wiped away, it must have been a "trophy" taken from the old warrior's corpse. Or perhaps, a gift from him.

Fran touched the bracelet with her fingertips, and a distant memory flooded her consciousness, gradually emerging.

Grot was once known as the tallest knight in the capital and a renowned hero in the countryside. In order to protect everyone, he drank the so-called "elixir of immortality," using a body that no longer feared death to fight against the surging tide of undead ghouls.

Through the purification of the Undead Knight and the White Witch of the Spring "Fridia" obtained through catalysis, they won the great war against the filth, and the borderland ushered in the long-awaited peace.

At least, it's a fleeting moment of peace on the surface.

The warrior who drank the elixir endured the ever-deepening erosion of his mind in solitude, while the curse within the White Witch of the Spring continued to expand and spread until it became uncontrollable.

Finally, a black rain of filth fell without warning. The kingdom collapsed, its people perished, and all fell silent.

In his final moments before consciousness faded, the old warrior Grote stood guard at the village entrance, unmoving. Even as he was completely corrupted and transformed into a ferocious, moving corpse, he still protected everything behind him with the unwavering will of his remaining body.

As the memories faded, Silan narrowed her eyes and fell into thought.

So, the white witch that "she" represented was hiding in the village's underground chamber, and was also someone Grote was protecting. Of course, she ultimately did not survive.