The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Although the Royal Court of Garon still retains a certain amount of power, possesses some relics that can rival the high priests, the heirs, and the three major rituals... Gunther has not yet truly ascended the throne and has not yet fully grasped these hidden things.

Even if one possessed them, given the current situation, there might not be time to use them. Grantham was nearby, and given his bizarre magic that could defeat Bernhard in a single encounter, resistance would undoubtedly be laughable.

“Don’t be discouraged, Prince Günther. In fact, you should be grateful.”

Upon seeing the somewhat deranged Gunther, Grantham offered a word of comfort.

"Lucky?"

Gunther frowned, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Grantham responded quickly.

“Yes. You should be glad that it was me who came here, not the chief hunter. If he had stepped into the Azure Cathedral, he probably wouldn’t have minded taking your head with his scythe. Yaheng has never shown mercy to those who start trouble. He is even less stingy with killing.”

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Grantham's seemingly meaningful words, Gunther narrowed his eyes, finding it difficult to fathom the other's attitude.

"So what are you planning to do, Grantham?"

"It's simple, I don't intend to execute you."

Grantham's gaze narrowed slightly, revealing a somewhat enigmatic expression.

"When I came to Gormouth hundreds of years ago, it was a breeding ground for chaos, a warm cradle most beloved by those burdened with sin. The sea devoured people, evil creatures devoured people, and people devoured each other. Even a moment of peace was nothing but a dream."

"It must be acknowledged that it was the Royal Court of Garonsen and the Listeners of the Tide who facilitated and maintained the most basic 'stability.' Most of the gains you stole from Heil during the War of Annihilation were invested in this. Although this may not have been your intention, it is a fait accompli."

Betraying one's oath to allies is undoubtedly shameful, and the experiments the Tide Listeners conducted on unsuspecting citizens are even more inhumane.

But Gormouth is currently experiencing its most precious period of prosperity in the last millennium, and a sudden and enormous upheaval could plunge it back into turmoil... Executing Gunther is not a good option in the headmaster's eyes.

羓7路>＞琉叁｀。 谰焦溜◆¤羣: "Grantham! What exactly are you trying to say?"

Gunther vaguely guessed what the person before him was thinking, and his voice trembled slightly involuntarily. It was hard to say whether it was from fear or excitement.

"I want to discuss a deal with you."

The tone suggested a diplomatic discussion, but Grantham's clear and indifferent gaze left no room for refusal.

"The White Cup Order is willing to cooperate with you, in the same way as the Star Abyss Society. You will receive behind-the-scenes support from the Exorcists, technical assistance in urban development, and esoteric information to prevent you from being consumed by the desires of the Cup Form."

“If you can stabilize Mordway’s situation, we wouldn’t mind if you took another step forward in the position of regent.”

His words carried the composure of a learned scholar, as always.

After pondering for a long time, Gunther asked the question that had been bothering him.

"So, what's the price?"

Grantham made no attempt to conceal his demands and stated them with unusual clarity.

"A little tax revenue, a little land, and a little core power. The Exterminators must ensure that Mordway does not stage another Feast of the Unseen. The Star Abyss Society and the White Cup once shared the same origin. While we are cleaning house, we must also ensure that there are no adverse consequences."

"Of course, you can also reject my proposal."

He became slightly serious as he spoke.

"Then, your trial will be carried out by the Hunters. I need not elaborate on the Hunters' methods and code of conduct."

“There’s no need to intimidate me like this, Grantham.”

As Gunther spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, his voice filled with deep weariness.

"What cannot be obtained on the battlefield, there is no need to expect to obtain through negotiation. The loser never has the right to refuse; it is either submission or annihilation. It is nothing more than becoming a puppet in a white cup... not such a bad ending."

Perhaps he felt helpless, but he still accepted his fate.

Of course, if Gunther had seen Melvis's mangled remains, reduced to salt dust, in the Bonestone Sanctuary, he would probably have felt as fortunate as Grantham had suggested.

When survival is assured, many desires have fertile ground to sprout and grow.

When life is threatened, how to ensure one's own survival becomes the only question that needs to be considered.

Having achieved his purpose, Grantham did not linger at the Delan Church.

Because the [Feast of the Vanishers] distributed the burden of devouring the remnants of the Abyss Well evenly among each living corpse, these newly transformed non-human beings were all in a state of exhaustion and dormancy, without exception.

He needs to collect them all before the living corpses awaken, and then consider the situation accordingly.

We need to consider whether to treat the disease or to carry out centralized, harmless disposal.

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Chapter 201 Degeneration, Atavism, and Tracing the Origins

The next day.

As the first rays of dawn gradually brightened, they shone through the clinic window and landed on Fran's cheeks, casting a soft, warm glow.

The doctor then stretched his back, his pale, frosty eyelashes fluttering slightly before he opened his eyes.

For the vast majority of practitioners of esoteric arts, falling asleep is the most efficient way to restore spirituality. Even if one's dwelling is secluded and radiant, dreams remain a gathering place for wandering spirits.

With Luya's assistance, acquiring unclaimed spiritual essence will become easy and effortless. After a good night's sleep, Fran's emptiness and drowsiness have been relieved, and he has returned to normal.

However, she still looked sleepy and languid, as if she hadn't had enough sleep.

"Dr. Fran, you're awake? It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Upon seeing Fran awaken, Sigrid immediately greeted him.

Fran blinked slightly upon hearing this, taking a moment to clear her mind. At the same time, she realized that she was currently resting her head on Sigrid's lap, her cheek slightly close to the other's lower abdomen.

"Hmm... I knew the clinic didn't seem to have such a soft self-heating pillow."

"Although the suggestion to sleep a little longer is quite tempting, I'm sure I'll be busy all day, so I'd better get ready early."

As she spoke, she rubbed her slightly sore lower back and got up from the sofa.

She needs to take a shower now. Last night, she got covered in fine salt dust at the Bone Stone Sanctuary, and now her body is like cured meat, almost salty.

Fortunately, it was just salt, so the clothes and shoes he was wearing weren't ruined because of it.

Lingfran picked up his thick-soled leather shoes, turned them over, and shook them, from which fine dust immediately slid off.

After Lin completed this action, she extended her tongue and lightly licked her ring finger, the bitter saltiness of the sea immediately filling her mouth. As it stands, the remnants of Melvis, after being transformed by [S-200. Moonstone Silver], are nothing more than pure salt.

The primordial spirits that contained corrosive and atavistic properties have been completely and without form.

As Lu entered the bathroom, Fran deftly removed his doctor's coat, his tuxedo underneath, and the small tie around his neck, revealing smooth, fair skin and the crisscrossing black stitching that ran across it.

In most cases, this doctor prefers the convenient and efficient method of showering for self-cleaning. However, after a tiring round of house calls, soaking in a bath to relax and clear one's mind is also a good option.

Yi's body was covered in a layer of light white salt dust, which made her step into the bath give people an inexplicable feeling of food being put into a pot.

private……

As warmth gradually rose in his body, Fran's pale cheeks flushed slightly.

After glancing at her brass pocket watch to confirm the time, the doctor let out a shallow sigh and stepped out of the bath, raising a wisp of swirling steam. After drying her wet skin with a towel, she gradually changed into a new set of undergarments, a lining, and a doctor's coat.

Actually, this guy wouldn't mind wandering around the clinic wrapped only in a bath towel, but considering that he no longer lives alone, doing so in front of Sigrid and Luara would probably be a little unseemly...

She finally got dressed properly before returning to the main hall.

"Dr. Fran, Sister Heda and Lady Shitia are back."

Sigrid, who was waiting by the bathroom door, gave a reminder, then came up behind Fran and reached out to brush her damp hair.

She was quite experienced in combing the doctor's hair.

Besides being able to neatly and skillfully braid the braids beside her temples, Sigrid can also use the properties of her Primordial Sun Fragment to help her dry her hair quickly... Both in terms of efficiency and comfort, it is far superior to a hair dryer.

It consumes no electricity, doesn't overheat, and is noiseless; it just leaves your hair with a "sunshine smell" after each time it's dried.

"Looks like you've been busy all night? That must be tough. It seems the Hunters have a long tradition of working overtime at night."

Fran walked over to the velvet sofa and sat down, his gaze immediately falling on Heda, who was slowly adjusting her breathing.

"Hmm. The cleanup work at the Bonestone Sanctuary is quite complicated, and there are still many Tide Listeners lurking in some of the deeper areas, waiting for an opportunity to resist. But overall, there is no more difficult work to be done."

Haida rubbed her eyes and briefly described her work from the previous night.

Sweeping away the remaining enemies posed no difficulty for the Funeral Court's cleanup forces, as this was the hunters' forte. The reason they had been busy all night was primarily to contain the vast number of humanoid skeletons within the city of Mordway.

If the opponent has already undergone a one-degree distortion into a demonic creature from the Abyss, then it is only necessary to carry out an annihilation operation to render it harmless. However, most of them are less contaminated, maintaining a stable humanoid form, and even the characteristics of the Heil are not obvious.

Clearly, there is still a possibility of healing for these living remains.

With the threat confirmed to be under control, both the Hunters and the White Cup researchers are more inclined to find solutions that can reduce casualties.

However, this trip was a rapid response under emergency conditions, and no medical staff accompanied the group.

"I do have a relatively mature medical plan for relieving the symptoms of 'living corpse' that has been clinically tested. However, it will take some time to prepare the raw materials before it can be widely applied."

Although Haida only briefly mentioned the symptom of the Living Corpse disease without going into more detail, Fran had clearly already figured out how to deal with the Living Corpses created by the [Feast of the Undead].

She had already planned out a detailed cleanup plan while she was still at the Bone Stone Sanctuary last night. Otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically warned the Funeral Court hunters to avoid causing too much physical damage to the living corpses...

These guys never hold back when they start fighting. If you don't warn them, they probably would tear every living thing that shows signs of aggression into pieces and burn it to ashes.

Hearing that Fran was willing to offer assistance, Haida's gray-brown eyes blinked slightly.

"Please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of my colleagues, Dr. Fran."

After speaking, she bowed her head slightly with a sincere expression, without using any further words of thanks.

Maintaining proper courtesy is also a commandment that funeral maids must adhere to.

However, speaking in a formal, bureaucratic tone with this doctor would seem rather distant. Fran is quite easygoing most of the time and doesn't adhere to formalities.

"No need for formalities, dear Sister Heda. Although my treatment plan showed promising clinical results on Lauris, it was only a single, isolated case. To verify the universal applicability of this therapy, more clinical cases are needed..."

"Regarding the research on the remains of Hey Yier, I don't mind spending more time. As for the payment for the consultation, let's stick to our original employment contract."

Fran twirled the braid beside her hair, maintaining a warm smile.

According to her original employment contract as a funeral home coroner, the basic fee for each medical assistance visit was three hundred Norrington silver dollars. Although her financial situation was now good, unlike in Norrington when she would occasionally find herself in financial straits, who would refuse an extra payment?

"However, before we go out to see patients, let's deal with the little problem you have, Sister Haida."

"Although the ancestral state can enhance physical attributes to a certain extent, it will affect thinking, instincts, and even diet. Of course, it's not impossible for Haida to continue to maintain this furry appearance... I will spend some time developing specialized drugs in this area later."

After saying that, she blinked her eyes sweetly.

Haida narrowed her eyes slightly and instinctively raised her hand to touch her cheek.

The wolf fur, derived from the blood of Meredith, is tough and rough on the outside, but fluffy and delicate on the inside. Apart from this characteristic, no other signs of bestiality appear, but the real impact it has on people is far more than that.

In her atavistic state, Haida's already keen sense of smell was amplified to almost a whole new level.

Now she could even distinguish the different drug components from the invisible particles surrounding Fran's skin. Of course, there was also the subtle fragrance of osmanthus.

In addition to this, there is also the alienation of dietary habits.

As she smelled the repulsive stench of flesh and blood in the air and saw the mangled corpses beside the street, a faint hunger rose in her throat. It was the deep longing of creatures from bygone eras for eating raw meat and drinking blood, where even the greasy and foul-smelling substances became sweet and tempting through instinctive distortion.

"Although the atavism symptoms have stopped worsening, they haven't completely subsided. This is indeed a hidden danger that urgently needs to be addressed, and we'll have to trouble Dr. Fran."

Heda sat down next to Fran, waiting for her examination with a rather submissive demeanor.

"The employment agreement at Fog Street Clinic includes a full range of medical insurance clauses, and ensuring your health is my duty."

Fran carefully examined the nun's atavistic symptoms, his amber eyes subtly flickering.

The most direct effect of the Abyssal Essence is "bone petrification," which gradually strips away the life forms that have been contaminated with it, turning them into pure inorganic matter. The current forced reversion is more akin to the residual effect of some kind of rule or authority.

Even in earlier times, Fran would have needed to spend several working days analyzing the underlying principles of atavism and conducting pathological examinations.

But now, this doctor has personally dismantled the nascent form of the Well... There is probably no one in all of Golmouth who knows that ancient deity better than her.

“Conventional treatments can solve this, but Sister Heda’s case is rather special, and there must be a more effective way. Come with me into the operating room.”

At this point, Fran took Heida's arm and led her through the corridor into the operating room.

Upon entering the room, after undergoing the routine disinfection and sterilization process of "removing dust and dirt," Haida, based on her previous experience as an experimental maid, removed the standard armor robes of a funeral attendant.

A neat black undergarment and a well-trained body were then revealed. In her ancestral state due to the blood of Meredith, fine gray wolf fur could be seen on her chest and lower abdomen.

Instead of immediately proceeding with the treatment, Fran took out a quill pen and drawing paper and began to sketch spontaneously.

Sister Heda in this state is quite rare, and it would be a great pity if no written record were left.