The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Lily didn't fully understand Fran's explanation, and the doctor didn't seem inclined to offer any further explanation through words. Actions speak louder than words in any situation.

She took out eight culture containers from her medicine box, one of which contained "tulips" that had reached maturity. Their buds and leaves were made of bone and blood, giving them a strange and bewitching beauty.

"Saving others is an indisputable 'altruistic act'."

"Perhaps it stems from a sense of selfless heroism, or perhaps from a certain instinct to protect the group, or of course, it may simply be driven by some interest or profit... But in any case, once the action begins, the executor will try their best to save everyone."

“I have always been a perfectionist when it comes to patients… A past oversight still torments me, so I can no longer tolerate any flaws in my resume.”

As she spoke, she opened the eight quartz containers holding the bone-blood tulips. Then, she used her spirit bone willow-leaf knife to cut her palm and dripped her blood, which she considered nourishment, into each container.

The nourished flowers immediately sprouted and budded, their tender pink buds twisting and swelling, but were then reshaped into human form under the alchemical process of "Dissolving Bone and Blood".

Blood vessels and nerves spread out in a tree-like pattern, and layers of newly grown flesh wrapped around bones and fruit-like internal organs. Upon closer inspection, one would find that each one of them looked exactly like Lily... their facial expressions were incredibly lifelike.

Fran activated [Soul Shaping], stuffing all the pure white souls he had collected along the way into the body one by one, promoting the fusion of spirit and flesh.

The National Magicians' research on "artificial life" was nothing more than a trick they had grown tired of.

After all, she had already mastered the cruel and sophisticated flesh-and-blood techniques of the Blood Actors... Compared to her, the forbidden magicians, who were still in their infancy, were probably just toddlers learning to walk. Although they had achieved some results, they did not fully understand the essence and principles that constituted all of this.

Most of them are just vague, ambiguous guesses.

As she watched the other White Witches gradually regain their breathing and heartbeats, Lily's lips parted slightly, her azure eyes revealing undisguised surprise and shock. She even wanted to pinch her own cheek to confirm that she wasn't dreaming.

"A dream? A miracle? A divine intervention?"

After saying this, Fran gently shook his index finger, denying the above statement.

"That's not the case, dear Lily... This is precise and rigorous modern medicine."

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Soup! (Shaking off the slumber, rebuilding the Dao heart shattered by H1N1!)

Chapter 165 Prayer for Dawn [The Frontier Kingdom (Final)]

For Fran, implementing the "resurrection" medical plan requires many prerequisites. These include an intact soul, no excessive damage or obliteration of self-awareness, and no excessive rejection of the fusion of spirit and body within that worldview…

Coincidentally, the border country meets all of the above requirements.

The researchers at the National Magicians' Guild can create artificial life even with limited knowledge, so Fran can certainly do the same. In fact, it's not difficult for her; even without the equipment provided by the Misty City, she can efficiently and conveniently complete the entire process by hand-rubbing the raw materials on-site.

After all, it enjoys a significant lead in both overall craftsmanship and technical principles.

After stuffing the souls of all the little white witches back into the bodies created on site, Fran breathed a sigh of relief and began to decipher the last ancient stone tablet obtained from the depths of the forbidden zone.

Although these eight white witches had been reborn, they were currently in the initial stage of spiritual and physical fusion, and were far too weak. As a doctor with professional expertise, she certainly wouldn't allow her patients to engage in strenuous work beyond their physical capabilities at this time…

For example, participating in the advancement of the restricted area, or purifying the King of Filth.

If possible, Fran would much rather the little white witches wake up to find not the black sky tainted by misunderstanding, but the warm and gentle daylight after the sun has set.

"...Is this also the technology for 'artificial life'?"

Upon witnessing the scene before him, even the Black Knight, a descendant of an ancient race, could not suppress his surprise, almost to the point of astonishment. His gaze deepened as he meticulously examined each of the little white witches who had regained their living characteristics, seemingly trying to glean some clue... but to no avail.

Their vitality was vibrant and strong; their breathing and heartbeats maintained a steady rhythm, untouched by the slightest filth. They were indistinguishable from true living beings.

"Strictly speaking, that's not the case. Their souls and consciousness were already there; I simply created a few bodies and stuffed them into them..."

"The most basic 'artificial life' is to create a degraded replica by splitting the soul, while the next level is to replicate it with high precision through cloning technology. And at the end of this field is creation out of thin air, the true creation from nothing."

As she explained, Fran put on her silver-rimmed round glasses, which she only wore when lecturing or conducting research. However, at this moment, the glasses seemed a bit too big and didn't quite fit.

In deciphering the previous ancient stone tablets, she had mastered most of the languages ​​of the ancient peoples. Therefore, even without the Black Knight's help, she could now complete the entire process on her own... after all, only the final crucial part remained.

My chaotic thoughts surged like a tide, difficult to calm.

As a warrior of an ancient race who signed an immortal pact with the White Witch, the Black Knight has spent countless years in battle and slaughter. As the memory loss caused by his slumber gradually disappears, those past memories are slowly returning.

He had witnessed the ancient people's art of manipulating the dead and had personally participated in massive wars, but he had never seen such an ability to bring the souls of the dead back into their bodies.

“I would also like to further explain my identity, but what I have said so far is all I can tell you. I hope our trust and cooperation will remain as before.”

Noticing the unusual look in his expression, Fran slightly raised his glasses and slowly spoke.

"After all, as Lily's 'older sister,' our goals have always been aligned from the very beginning." ◆[liu（

Upon hearing this, Lily nodded gently, the surprise in her eyes gradually fading. In its place ignited an indescribable sense of exhilaration... Even if only her soul remained, Sister Fran could heal her, and perhaps she could truly save her mother.

Although she remains shrouded in mystery, the details of our time together cannot be faked.

Lily's trust remained unchanged.

……

With the key information recorded on the last ancient stone tablet, Fran and Sigrid completed the final iteration of the Guardian Treasure after several attempts.

Because the craftswoman herself possesses the qualities of a fragment of the primordial sun, she is the finest furnace, capable of casting under any conditions... without needing to return to find forging equipment.

[The Guardian Artifact That Burns Forever]

[Quality: Flawless]

[A pendant-shaped ornament, its core magic lies in the Tears of Heil and the Radiant Magic Stone of an ancient people. It is surrounded by seven crystals of a certain doctor's blood protein, and a Philosopher's Stone provided by Sigrid. It can purify and incinerate agitated impurities, transforming them into pure elementary particles that dissipate.]

[At the same time, it can bring the wearer's mind into a highly stable state and gradually restore the soul possessed by the wearer to its true self.]

[Note: "Due to the craftswoman's certain obsession, the primary method of charging this product is sunlight. A complete charging maintenance can guarantee three months of continuous use." — Fran Hesser.]

[Note 2: "This thing is actually a dangerous item. A doctor left a mark of madness inside it. However, the object of the mark's prayer is her, thus preventing most situations from spiraling out of control."]

He placed the necklace-like protective artifact back around Lily's neck, a hint of a smile appearing in his amber-colored eyes.

All the previous work has been completed. The next step... is to head to the deepest part of the forbidden area to face the White Witch of the Spring, "Fridia." Oh, before that, I need to visit Phideon of the National Magicians' Guild and his lover, Miriel.

Although the first person to study corruption no longer needs to assist in the creation of Noble Phantasms or the opening of the Jewel Gate, the souls of both are still on Fran's collection list. Nothing can be missing.

When Fran decided to save lives, this doctor's goal was never just one or two, but "all." Of course, she wasn't always in this state of prioritizing life.

Sometimes she can also display a frightening indifference and cruelty.

Coincidentally, Fran in her childhood form is the most "human" of her many personality manifestations, representing her pure desire to save people suffering from the plague when she first became a doctor.

Hey, feel lucky for that...

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After obtaining the souls of Fatten and Miriel in a hidden laboratory, Lily finally ventured into the deepest part of the forbidden zone and arrived at the place where her mother was.

Everywhere you look, there are filthy, deep red roots, like blood vessels or nerves, crawling and writhing as if they were alive. The surrounding environment is gloomy and dark, making you feel disoriented, as if you are currently inside a shell of internal organs.

But Lily's steps were firm and resolute, without hesitation.

However, that was only her outward appearance. The thought of meeting her mother, who had suffered so much yet still worried about her, still made her feel a lingering tension and unease, even though she had prepared herself mentally.

Lily knew that this was the final moment.

"Why……"

The White Priestess of the Spring sat reclining on a stone altar used for rituals, crimson, foul roots creeping up her ankles and entwining her tattered white robes. These bloated, superfluous creatures connected her to the filth of the entire forbidden zone.

Fritilla's face was pale and weak, as if maintaining her breathing was a struggle.

"This... we can't do it now. Run! You can't get hurt."

She reached out to Lily with all her might, as if trying to touch her cheek, but surrounded by filth, the seemingly insurmountable distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

"I have already..."

Even though Lily had already considered the worst-case scenario, the scene before her still left her speechless. Her mother's slender body contained the filth of the entire borderland, swollen to its limit, as if about to burst free of its restraints at any moment.

In addition, there is endless malice, despair, and the wails of people before they die.

Even though the filth hadn't completely overflowed, it had already formed a deathly rain that threatened to engulf the entire borderland. Did he truly have the ability to purify it all? Could he really endure this level of suffering as his mother had?

A strong sense of self-doubt suddenly arose, but Lily quickly extinguished it in her heart.

She slowly reached out her hand to the White Priestess of the Spring, wanting to respond, wanting to touch her mother, wanting her to feel a touch of warmth as well.

But Fritilla's body was clearly on the verge of collapse, and any form of touch or emotional fluctuation would trigger an uncontrollable breakdown... Just as the mother and daughter's hands were about to overlap, filth began to gush forth without warning.

Dark, crimson, foul petals bloomed from beneath the feet of the White Witch of the Spring, enveloping her entirely.

"boom!"

Tremors, cracks, collapses.

Enormous hands reached out from the abyss of the forbidden zone, like ferocious demons frantically climbing out of hell. Wings resembling petals or wing membranes adorned their backs, pale ribs were exposed, and a scarlet heart was embedded in the center.

The "King of the Unholy Demons" finally revealed his form, a colossal statue resembling a god.

But what's unsettling is that many features of the White Priestess of the Spring, "Fridia," are faintly visible on its body. Her long, flowing white hair, and the gesture of clasping her hands in prayer...

However, what the King of Filth evoked was not a pure white glimmer, but a deep red filth filled with malice.

A dim light flashed as Lily skillfully maneuvered [Reaching for the Moon], constantly dodging the spikes and bone thorns that threatened to strike her. In a brief moment, she couldn't help but turn to look at Fran's position, wanting to confirm that her sister had also safely evaded the attacks.

After all, she never seemed to like sports...

But Lily's gaze fell upon only a hazy, gray mist, devoid of any human figures. Not only Fran, but Sister Heda and Sigrid had also vanished into it.

She doesn't yet know what happened.

But Lily did not waver because of the changes.

She could feel the protective artifact she wore around her neck radiating warmth, and her mind was calmer than ever before... This was Fran's power.

This older sister is still with me; she has never left.

The black knight climbed upwards, stepping on the shoulders and arms of the King of Filth, his cracked sword repeatedly wounding the king's heart. But this was a drop in the ocean against the massive King of Filth, unable to truly inflict serious damage.

In any case... what I'm going to do hasn't changed.

The old warrior Grot smashed through the bone spikes blocking the path with his pillar-shaped warhammer, while the winged Celia carried her across the thorns formed by the filth. The Dark Witch Elaine's sculpted magic stones were ready to be unleashed, and with a light tap of her fingertips, they struck the filthy colossus's shell.

The Berserker "Wolf," Knight Commander Julius, and Abyss Guardian "Hainir"—more and more of their spirits materialized and manifested around her.

Even without Lily's commands and guidance, they still protected her in their own way. It was a "feeling," as if the people around them had never died, as if they had returned to the fierce, snowy battle of the Fortress against the filth.

Is it the power of that necklace?

As Lin pondered, the immortal spirits created an opportunity for Lily to directly contact the heart of the King of Corruption. Although the crimson colossus was magnificent and enormous, its movements were somewhat sluggish, and one could sense that the consciousness of the White Priestess of the Spring was still struggling.

No matter what form she takes, she still tries her best to avoid hurting her daughter.

Finally, using the "Reach for the Moon" skill to leap high into the air, Lily reached out and touched the King of Filth's throbbing crimson heart.

"Boom."

A pure white glow, belonging to the White Witch, shone in Lily's palm. She could feel that she had touched her mother's soul, shrouded in filth. Purification, cleansing, liberation—she tried her best to dispel all the filth and grime, but merely maintaining the balance of the struggle was already extremely difficult.

Is Yi still not good enough?

Is my own strength still insufficient? Is my own purification still lacking?

Self-doubt began to creep into San's deepest thoughts, and all Lily could do was forcefully suppress it. In any case, at this moment she would never give up.

6 Just then, Lily felt a soft hand rest on the back of her hand. But there was nothing in front of her except for her huge heart, which seemed to pound like a drum, as if the touch came from her imagination.

"The White Witch's purification is about endurance, suppression, acceptance, and patience."

Just then, Fran's voice quietly sounded in her ear. Clear and calm, it was as if he were telling a bedtime story.

"But what I want to teach you is complete 'release.' Like the earth's veins boiling, the tides surging, the daylight blazing... no longer need to be a container for filth and impurities, but instead, in a righteous act of punishment, completely annihilate them."

Lily seemed to detect a hint of amusement in her words.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it might be a little difficult for children to understand if I use too much language. Let me put it another way."

"Come on—let's burn these unsightly filth to ashes!"

With a sudden flash of light from the Noble Phantasm necklace, a deep yellow, chaotic, and frenzied flame appeared in Lily's hand, engulfing the entire Lord of Filth in an almost raging frenzy.

Even the most immortal and indestructible things will inevitably come to an end when faced with pure chaos that burns away all matter.

The flames burst forth and then spread, with dust falling like snowflakes.

The colossal statue made of filth was no longer visible, and the spirit of the White Witch of the Spring broke free from its shackles, revealing a grayish-white phantom.

"What exactly is that incredible flame?"

"The power from the amulet? But it doesn't seem to have the ability to completely cleanse the impurities either, unbelievable..."

Fridia's expression was somewhat complicated.