The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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The atavistic effect of Meredith's blood further amplified her physical strength and flexibility, making her muscles, in terms of both fullness and definition, closer to the genetic definition of "perfection."

Once Fran had finished sketching the portrait on the paper, he put down his pen and withdrew his admiring and scrutinizing gaze.

"For ordinary patients, treatment can usually be attempted through exogenous gene transfer therapy. However, the entire process is very long and requires hospitalization for real-time observation. But honeydew from the aphid can be used to create targeted drugs."

“However, Sister Haida, you have already consumed the Ancient Banyan Fruit [Shadow of the Future], and there is a certain amount of Temporal Spirit Essence remaining in your body. If you can try to activate it, you will not need to take any more medicine.”

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Haida's slender neck.

Although the marks left by the two ancient banyan fruits, [Shadow of the Future] and [Shadow of the Past], have both been used recently and are currently in a dormant state of reaccumulating spiritual energy, their contact has still caused some kind of indescribable interaction.

"Bang!" The spiritual energy surged, and the gray wolf fur on Haida's body instantly fell off, leaving behind a soft, fluffy pile of fur.

The ancient banyan fruit she swallowed represents the "future," while atavism is undoubtedly a return to the "past."

With the two forces working in tandem, the nun's bestial symptoms were almost immediately relieved and then disappeared completely.

"How are you feeling? Do you experience dizziness, headache, weakness in your limbs, or any other discomfort?"

Fran raised an eyebrow and began his routine inquiry.

Haida simply moved her fingers slightly before responding.

No. I feel fine now.

The high activation of Meredith's blood affected her thought patterns to some extent, resulting in a reduction in her judgment and self-control, and causing her to spontaneously generate many abnormal physical desires.

For example, appetite, hunting instincts, and other indescribable aspects.

For example, when Fran approached just now, Haida inexplicably had a thought of restraining her, then pressing her lips against hers and biting her neck.

Although it was just a fleeting impulse, it still made her feel a vague loss of control over her biological instincts.

After the atavism subsided, she gradually regained clarity of thought, and the parts of her personality structure representing self-control and morality once again took over. She no longer needed to constantly suppress her increasingly burgeoning dark thoughts.

Fran also maintained a meticulous observation of Heda's psychological state.

If it were an ordinary person, after experiencing the atavistic influence of the Abyss Code, they would likely transform into a beast within a very short time. They would cast aside all external constraints imposed by humanity and surrender everything to the primal desires of their "id."

Sister Heda's will was remarkably strong; she maintained constant self-control, to the point that she seemed no different from her normal self. Otherwise... her future self would not have been able to withstand the corrosive influence of the Beheading Throne and become Norrington's last Master of Funerals.

However, the impulse that flashed in her eyes just now seemed to be a desire to bite her neck, truly a predatory instinct characteristic of carnivores.

After confirming that no long-term effects had occurred, Haida's treatment was quickly concluded.

Before returning to the main hall, Fran collected all the downy hair the nun had shed. The amount wasn't large, but it was enough to make several wolf-hair brushes.

Oh, she's always been frugal and has always been keen on making little souvenirs like these.

A moment later, Fran and Haida returned to the main hall of the clinic.

Xitia gently raised her eyes and saw that the nun's pale, almost gray wolf fur had all peeled away, indicating that she was no longer in a state of atavism. She then glanced at her own half-body, which consisted of transparent tassels, and calmly pursed her lips.

“Dr. Fran, I can eliminate the influence of the Abyss Embryo Form myself.”

"If the upgraded Melvis were still alive and continuing to exert its influence... it might be a bit of a stretch. But for now, a simple cleansing of the remaining spirits is enough to complete the purification."

As she spoke, Xitia raised her hand to stroke the tassels, and these delicate, translucent things immediately twisted and reassembled, shaping into a pair of fair legs in the shape of a human.

After completing all this, she methodically put on the high heels that Fran had given her earlier.

"As expected of the last remaining noble family of Heir, they are even able to resist the influence at the nascent stage."

Watching the soft tendrils gradually form bone fragments, blood vessels, nerves, and epidermis in the reconstruction of flesh and blood, even Fran couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Heir nobles and the Awakening clan share the same origin.

If the influence were caused by a rudimentary form of another sexuality, the process of self-purification would likely not be so easy.

Now that the most urgent tasks were completed, Fran raised his hand and ticked them off in the schedule booklet. Three

Next, I should go bother the Time Aphids in the clinic's collection room. To complete the large-scale potion application to the numerous living skeletons within Mordway, the demand for honeydew raw materials is quite high… I need to find a way to increase production capacity.

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--ladle

Soup! Swoosh!

Chapter 202 When the Aphids Dew, Su Suo

"despair.":

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, and light and visitors entered the dark and secluded collection room.

As the rows of incandescent lamps lit up, Fran's figure, draped in a white coat, gradually became clear in the interplay of light and shadow. Her steps, as always, were methodical, composed, and carried a light, rhythmic quality.

Because she has been moving around the collection room more frequently lately, the "Dream Maker," which resembles a mechanical brain, has remained well-behaved and has not tried to escape whenever it had the chance, as it had before, and started to wander around.

Compared to a certain space necromancer who spends all day admiring the collections in exhibition halls, Fran doesn't possess that near-obsessive fervor. For her, collecting is merely a way to add interest to her daily life.

Every item buried here is a part of her past, a "trace" left in this layer of history.

Of course, her taste and discerning eye remained similar to that of the space ghost.

To be contained here rather than be humanely destroyed, it is best to demonstrate value while exhibiting uniqueness that is difficult to replicate, and also to have some commemorative significance.

Like the Grey Knight Arbitrator's Holy Shield Armor. Even today, it remains an undisputed one-of-a-kind piece.

Moving two or three steps, Fran arrived at the spirit bone container used to imprison the Time Aphid, looking at it through the colorless crystal wall.

"..."

Noticing the doctor's supervision, the Time Aphid slowly stretched out its limbs, and its antennae and eye tumors twitched slightly.

Aside from periodically using instruments to collect honeydew and feeding it, Fran generally doesn't have much additional interaction with it. Even when there is, it's just routine observation and checking whether its physiological state is stable.

If the person standing outside this translucent crystalline wall were any practitioner of esoteric arts, the Time Aphid would not hesitate to attempt to bewitch them. How could a species composed of flesh and blood, inherently weak, not yearn to plunder the secrets of time?

Even becoming a high priest only postpones decay and the end by a few hundred years; the pursuit of death never ends.

No matter how brilliant and wise a person may be in their youth, senility will eventually accompany the aging of the body. The Time Aphid is always patient and adept at lying in wait... He has long understood the nature of humankind.

In their old age, when life is no longer a concern, these people scoff at the idea of ​​immortality, for it seems too far off. But as life dwindles and the chilling breath of death whispers in their ears…

Resentment, reluctance, and the fear of death will overwhelm everything.

But the person before me is different.

Looking into Fran's burning amber eyes, the Time Aphid slowly took a step back, leaning against the container wall behind it.

She is a lunatic.

Fran, with his friendly, business-like smile, was the first to greet everyone.

"Good day, Mr. Time Aphid. You are still so healthy and energetic."

"The medicines developed using your honeydew are currently receiving rave reviews, which has led to a slight shortage in my raw material supply. If possible, I would like to discuss a deal with you."

"I will provide you with higher quality food, and you will need to increase your honeydew production."

Although honeydew is a metabolic product, the diet of the unicorn aphid is quite clean and fully meets medicinal standards.

Upon hearing this, Shi Zhiya remained wary and silent, seemingly pondering the other party's true intentions.

Its first reaction was to refuse to cooperate.

This woman forcibly interrupted the first type of ritual, "Return," in the Old Sanctuary of the Library, depriving her people of the opportunity to reappear in this era. Furthermore, she imprisoned herself there as a spoil of war…

Under these circumstances, negotiating a deal is simply absurd and laughable.

But was my refusal something she expected? Had she already planned her next move after I refused? Or was her questioning just a way to observe my reaction, without any real purpose?

Thinking of this, Time Aphid felt a chill creeping over him.

In a certain vanished and destroyed history, these parasites born from the chaotic flow of time even dared to devour the apostles, their prototypes, or those towering colossal statues that hung high in the sky.

Although it has now been separated from the population and become an independent and vulnerable individual... it never imagined that it would feel fear because of a human.

Despite its fear, the Time Aphid, driven by the innate arrogance of mythical creatures, ultimately refused to yield. It tightly hugged its limbs, curling up as if trying to cut itself off from the outside world.

"Even silverfish have the concept of 'dignity,' which is a commonality among intelligent beings. Should I have been more humane in my treatment of prisoners of war?"

Seeing the attitude of the Time Aphid, Fran tilted his cheek slightly, the smile on his lips not diminishing in the slightest.

"Forcing them to eat like fattened foie gras is too cruel. It would be better to separate their digestive system and honeydew-producing organs for use. Given the resilience and cellular totipotency of mythical creatures, they should be able to function normally even in such an extreme state."

"Unfortunately, the cloning project has encountered a bottleneck. The Time Aphids that have been cloned are all incomplete and degraded products. Not only are the cultivation costs high, but they also have inherent defects that cannot be ignored. Even with the support of a life support system, they cannot survive for more than half a month."

"Otherwise, we should have already started considering manufacturing production lines, and the research on biostatic force fields wouldn't have been shelved."

She sighed softly as she spoke, her eyes lowered, revealing a hint of regret.

Hearing the doctor's seemingly unintentional mutterings to himself, Shi Zhiya's curled-up body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Let's take a certain amount of blood for emergency use this time. Although its stability is slightly poor, it can be used as a superior substitute for honeydew after proper dilution. Oh, for invertebrates, the body fluid that functions as blood should be called 'hemolymph'."

While talking to himself, Fran had already finalized the next plan and was ready to start carrying out the search.

Just then, the Time Aphid stretched out its limbs again, and using the honeydew from the bottom of the container, wrote a line of ancient Loredon characters on the outer wall of the spirit bone.

【etc. 】

I can accommodate the deal you initially mentioned.

Given the current situation, seeking death has proven to be an impossible dream.

The doctor's gaze kept glancing at his abdominal tube, as if he was thinking about where to make the incision or what method to use to remove the entire organ.

Under the cumulative pressure from invisible forces, it realized that it had no choice but to submit.

One's resistance might be seen as mere entertainment by the other party, serving no real purpose other than to increase suffering.

"I see. I'm glad we were able to reach an agreement."

Fran clasped his hands together slightly, seemingly quite pleased with the change in its attitude.

Although she had considered whether to apply further pressure to see if the Time Aphid's spirit would collapse again... the other party had, quite unusually, shown a willingness to cooperate, which was an interesting direction to observe.

Just like training dogs, you can discipline them when they show aggressive tendencies to confirm the dominant relationship between the two. However, if you continue to punish them after they have begun to compromise and obey, it would be somewhat inhumane.

"I need 5L of honeydew right now, and the corresponding feed will be given immediately. Ideally, it should be produced within three hours."

Soon, Fran announced the raw material requirements he needed.

Considering that Shi Zhiya might not be very familiar with units of volume, she thoughtfully took out a 5L container to demonstrate.

Looking at the cylindrical jar that was almost as big as itself, the Time Aphid's eye tumor twitched in a remarkably human-like manner. Fortunately, as a mythical creature known for its silkworm-like diet, the metabolic output of this size wasn't too much of a burden for it.

As tender leaves and branches cut from the ancient banyan seedlings were placed into the spirit vessel, the time-eating aphids quickly extended their mouthparts and began to feed voraciously.

About thirty minutes later, the honeydew dripping from its belly filled a 5-liter container.

However, some white, filamentous particles floated within, which Fran determined to be waxy powder. Although also a carrier of the Time-Sequence Essence, it exhibited another property… namely, a tendency to catalyze decay.

Fran's eyes flickered slightly as he examined the pale wax powder.

“Wax gland secretions. Come to think of it, I did see wax glands when I took you apart before, and I thought they were degenerated decorative organs.”

These microparticles of wax can be separated using a [dust removal and descaling] process without affecting the medicinal applications of honeydew. It's worth considering further the uses of this separated product and how to process it…

It's worth mentioning that the ancient banyan tree uses its body to feed such a massive number of time-bearing aphids, yet it hasn't ultimately developed into a mature industry chain. Even though every byproduct is of extremely high quality and has very broad application prospects.

It's really lacking in creativity. (Si)

"This has been a pleasant collaboration. I'll take my leave now, and I hope we can continue to get along well in the future." (Umbrella)

Now that the raw material shortage had been met, Fran had no intention of lingering any longer. After a brief farewell, he left the collection room. 6

The Time Aphid remained silent as always, its unusually high honeydew secretion leaving it somewhat weak. Even facing the doctor's retreating back, it dared not show any dissatisfaction or resentment, fearing that the fellow might suddenly turn around.

Although the gaze of those amber eyes was no longer directed at it, it could still sense that the other's watchful eye was still present.

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Sieving, filtering, extraction, and mixing of the concentrate... plus the addition of some special ingredients developed by Fran.

After the preparation process was completed, a tube of colorless, clear concentrate was packaged.

"Finish."

Fran slowly swirled the concentrate in the container, observing its state.

"A pure and stable viscous liquid, with free temporal essence perfectly sealed in the solvent, showing no signs of vaporization or dissipation. Suitable for patients suffering from flesh deformities, erosive infections, and a small percentage of the aging curse."

"After all, it's a newly developed drug, let's give it a name."

In most cases, Fran follows certain established principles when naming his self-developed drugs. While not necessarily rigorous or rigid, they do follow certain patterns.