The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Acceptance of cloned products, further construction of a complete gene expression profile, and cluster analysis. (Completed).

Cloning products that have lost their research value will be disposed of in a harmless manner (to be postponed).

Deliver the medical bills for the emergency treatment of Eve and Vivian the day before to Sister Heda, and also give Heda a full physical examination in preparation for the first phase of the Primogenization surgery (to be continued).

After handing over the routine executions to Tinuville, Fran left the observation room and set off for the Hunter's headquarters.

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Medical affairs room, intensive care unit.

The dragon-bone spear that pierced through Haida's chest had been removed, and she, under the influence of anesthesia and exhaustion, fell into a deep sleep. Only when day and night turned and dusk deepened did she open her eyes and slowly awaken.

Haida blinked slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Her long upper and lower eyelashes were slightly stuck together, whether from sweat or congealed blood, it was hard to tell.

Logically, the nun should be quite weak by now, after all, she had suffered a fatal wound that pierced her heart and tore through her lungs. But that was not the case... Right now, her mind was foggy and apart from a stinging pain when she inhaled, she seemed to be in no other pain.

If it weren't for the life support tubes and ritual prayers covering her body, she would even feel that she could get out of bed and walk normally.

Before leaving the bottom of the Suspended Blade Training Ground after the trial, Haida took out the Red Dewdrop Holy Grail Bottle and drank a mouthful to stabilize her condition.

This caused most of her wounds to heal at a visible speed, and replenished the life force and spirit lost due to massive blood loss. The reason she didn't drink it during the battle with Pansassin was simply because there wasn't enough time…

The dragon hunter's attack was too fierce and overwhelming. Forcibly taking out the medicine and drinking it would only create more openings and could very well be counterproductive.

The decision was still somewhat too risky, ultimately stemming from insufficient power within our own ranks.

Just then, Haida felt a warm, gentle touch on her eyelashes, and the uncomfortable stickiness was quickly brushed away. It was a soft silk handkerchief, with a faint, lingering scent of osmanthus.

A slender figure draped in a white doctor's coat stood precisely to the side; it was Fran. ●×（零±‰＂`

"How did a promotion assessment leave you covered in wounds and heartbroken? Sister Haida, I think the Funeral Court's benefits should be at least twice as high as to match the risks of your profession."

Her eyes and brows held the same smile as always, exuding a polite and business-like friendliness.

"Are you thirsty? Your organ damage has basically healed on its own, and your esophagus and stomach are in good condition, so there's no need to worry about leakage."

Fran handed her a glass of water, which Haida accepted obediently and then sipped slowly.

"It has nothing to do with the assessment content; it's because my abilities are still lacking."

She lowered her gaze slightly, her tone concise and humble.

Whether facing evil spirits, natural disasters, or cult members bordering on madness, this nun maintains an almost cold indifference and unwavering resolve. Only under the watchful eyes of medical staff, tinged with underlying concern, does she feel a slight pang of guilt for recklessly harming her own body…

"If the self-healing speed is too fast, it may cause internal structural contractures and misalignments. Let me check the wound first."

Fran curled his lip in annoyance, then began [Dust Removal and Impurity Removal], preparing to use bio-alchemy to correct and reshape flesh and blood.

"Ah."

Without hesitation, the nun deftly unbuttoned her hospital gown, revealing the gruesome gash pierced by the dragon-bone spear. Marian had already stitched and bandaged her wound, so only gauze bandages and tension-reducing strips were visible on her chest.

Of course, to expose the wound, all the medical instruments wrapped around it must be removed.

Fran lifted the spirit bone scalpel and slid it down along Haida's neck, quickly completing the procedure. The situation appeared to be more serious than expected; the nun had been stabbed right through, and the healing process was noticeably slower than with other wounds.

Besides that… her breasts are beautifully shaped, naturally flowing and conforming to the natural curves of the body in a teardrop shape. The size is also perfectly maintained, aesthetically pleasing without hindering movement or appearing bulky.

Fran removed the black stitches from the wound, then extended his left hand to press against it, using a bio-alchemy program to reconstruct the skin, bones, and blood of that part. With several minutes of new flesh proliferating and filling the wound, the penetrating wound quickly disappeared without a trace.

The skin also regained its smoothness and looked brand new.

"Done." Lin

Fran raised his hand to wipe away non-existent sweat, then helped Haida put her hospital gown back on.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Fran."

She tried moving her left arm, which was stiff and numb from the trauma, and only after confirming that its sensitivity had returned to normal did she button up her hospital gown one by one. Clearly, she didn't care about exposing her naked upper body to Fran, and remained quite composed throughout, showing no sign of embarrassment.

It's as if this emotion doesn't exist. (Six)

Aside from the cold, icy calmness of the funeral attendant, she was also quite self-aware as a patient.

"No need to thank me, dear Haida. According to the employment contract with Fog Street Clinic, as long as you retain the title of head nurse, the medical services I provide to you are free of charge and within my obligations."

With a gentle, slightly cunning smile, Fran sat on the edge of the bed next to Haida, her hands, with their stitches still faintly visible, gently caressing her.

"Then, there is a personal request."

Her voice rang in my ears like a gentle breath.

"Hida, I've overcome a key bottleneck in a body modification process, and you're currently the only suitable candidate. The time is right, and I'd like to ask for your opinion. If you're willing... you can make some requests of me, okay?"

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Chapter Sixteen: Opening the Door to Genes

"The next stage of body modification?"

Heda, upon hearing this, did not immediately agree as she usually did. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, her grey-chestnut eyes growing serious. Although she trusted Fran almost completely, matters involving biomedicine...

She was still lost in thought.

Given this doctor's extraordinary professionalism, his technical skills which defy normal logic, and his inexplicable sense of humor, everything still requires careful consideration.

"Dr. Fran, what changes will occur after the surgery? Will it affect my daily activities?"

"Oh, let me think... Judging from your external appearance alone, you will grow taller, which is a second development of your muscles, bones, and organs. Other than that, there will be no changes that are easily observed by the naked eye."

Fran rested his cheek on his hand and patiently and gently described the changes that the prototyping experiment might cause.

"In this regard, I have used some lightweight procedures to control the growth rate of height to about 10 centimeters. According to my plan, you will grow to 1.92 meters tall after completing the prototyping surgery."

"However, this is the usual situation."

"If your emotions and spirituality are in a state of high excitement, then the body's internal inhibition valves will temporarily fail, thereby releasing some of your inner potential. During this period, you will transform into a special form of three or four meters and acquire some apostolic characteristics."

She recounted the story in detail, her tone gentle and soothing, as if she were discussing today's lunch with a friend.

Out of professional ethics as a medical practitioner, she would most often tell patients all the details of the treatment plan, its effects, and its side effects without any concealment.

Unless the other party has lost self-awareness and judgment, or is merely a consumable resource, they are not considered worthy of human rights according to this doctor's value system...

Just as no medical intern would tell a lab rabbit why it's necessary to cut open its abdominal cavity and ligate its small intestine.

Will I grow taller?

Haida blinked slightly, seemingly quite concerned about it.

For concealment purposes, most hunters do not want to be too tall or conspicuous, and prefer to maintain a proportionate and harmonious appearance. This also makes it easier for hunters to use standard weapons, equipment, and vehicles.

Fran did not rush for a reply, but continued to explain the relevant content of the prototyping technology while maintaining a smile.

"Was Sister Heda particularly concerned about height?"

"In fact, this level of lightweighting is already close to the limits of the technology I have mastered. Further optimization would affect the overall structure, so it would not be very meaningful. Although it can be solved through some special secrets, it is ultimately too cumbersome and seems to be putting the cart before the horse."

"Speaking of which, Yaheng is about 1.9 meters tall. If you are willing to undergo this surgery, you will only end up being the same height as him."

"Indeed."

Haida lowered her gaze slightly, her expression returning to calm, as if she was no longer troubled by the issue.

“Sister Haida, is there anything else you want to know, or is there anything you want to ask of me? You are my head nurse, so even if it's a slightly outrageous request... I might grant it, you know?”

Maintaining his friendly tone, Fran slowly leaned closer to the nun's cheek, wanting to know what her answer would be.

Feeling the warmth and breath of the person beside her so close, Haida's gray-chestnut eyes flashed with a hint of unease.

Although she had become quite familiar with the doctor over the course of their time together, she still sometimes found it hard to resist the intimacy and enthusiasm he displayed.

If I had to describe it, Dr. Fran at this moment resembled an elegant devil gently tempting a lost soul. His tone, demeanor, and mannerisms all possessed an irresistible charm.

In fact, Haida had already made up her mind the moment she heard the suggestion. The reason she raised the question was just to prepare herself mentally.

"I will undergo this surgery."

When she spoke of this, her expression was calm and earnest.

“From the moment we first met, you have provided me with more than enough help, and all I can give back is little. Dr. Fran, if you need this body for anything... please use it as you wish. I have no intention of using it to make any demands.”

Upon hearing this, Fran clasped her hands together, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corners of her glossy, translucent lips.

She had always admired the nun's efficient and frank communication style; such an effective way of socializing saved both of them a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"I'm so glad to have your trust, dear Heda."

"Since you don't have anything you want for the time being... then I respect your opinion. However, I will still keep this promise. If you have any new ideas later, feel free to tell me. Consider it your year-end bonus."

As he spoke, Fran rose and walked to the door next to the intensive care unit, raising his hand to knock on a gray, misty veil.

"You've just woken up from your severe injuries. Although your physical wounds have healed, your spirit and mind haven't fully recovered. Relax and get some sleep tonight. I'll come back tomorrow when I have some free time."

"Mm." Haida nodded in agreement, having no objection.

Suddenly she seemed to remember something, and then spoke again.

"By the way, Dr. Fran, have you seen Ms. Marian?"

The intensive care unit in the medical ward is staffed 24 hours a day, and even family members are not allowed to enter without permission. The doctor, however, had been sitting by the bedside since the patient woke up, suggesting he had been there for some time.

“After performing surgery on you, Marian has been staying here.”

Fran extended his index finger and tapped the side, his amber eyes then fixed on the square chair in the corner.

Marian leaned against the white wall with her eyes closed, her breathing long and even, as if she had been asleep for a long time.

However, her eyes were slightly dark, her long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, and her expression was not peaceful, as if she might wake up at any moment.

"Ms. Marian's condition was worrying, and she was also somewhat neurasthenic, probably due to the high intensity of her daily work. Out of humanitarian concern among medical professionals, I let her sleep for a while and did some simple examinations."

Fran took out a brass pocket watch from his sleeve, glanced at the time, and then began to explain.

Marian has a regular diet with a balanced nutritional intake and no bad habits. The reason she appears somewhat weak is simply due to exhaustion and lack of rest.

"Alright."

Seeing that Marian was doing well, Heda felt a little relieved.

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The next day.

After confirming that she was basically fine, Haida moved out of the intensive care unit and back to her bedroom.

Having passed the first trial of the conscripted servant, she was entitled to a half-month leave of absence.

If another chief physician had been in charge of Heda, they would have been astonished by Heda's recovery speed, which was almost comparable to that of the disciples of the Cup Master... But Ms. Marian said nothing, which was an implicit acquiescence.

Judging from the subtle glint in Mary's eyes as she pondered, she must have already guessed that Fran had been there.

Her attitude and views towards her deceased friend's mysterious teacher, whose identity and background remained unknown, were always quite complex. Too many questions remained buried in her heart, never having the chance to be asked.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she had a vague feeling that the doctor named Fran... seemed to be avoiding her.

"It's time to go."

Haida sat upright in front of the weapon rack where the power sword "Nirvana" was placed, carefully sensing the state of every part of her body.

Incidentally, the dragonbone spear of the dragon hunter Pansassin was given to her as a trophy for this trial. It now rests on the wooden weapon rack, gleaming with a light sheen from recent maintenance.

A few breaths later, Haida slowly rose and walked to the bathroom, knocking on the door of the misty gate. A sudden surge of dark, ethereal, and chaotic mist formed a deep, secluded path leading directly to the misty street.

After strolling for a while in that street detached from the material world, she pushed open the wooden door of the clinic and walked into the entrance hall with considerable familiarity, where two figures immediately came into view.

Those were Fran and Sigrid standing in the porch of the main hall, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

"Good day, dear Haida. You are as faithful as ever."

"Come with me."

Without much small talk, the two, led by Fran, walked through the corridor and went straight into the operating room.

This proto-body transformation surgery requires considerable skill in bio-alchemy, therefore the cooperation of the craftswoman is indispensable.

"despair."

[Cleansing away dust and impurities] A bright, circular field of light shone from Fran's palm, enveloping half of the operating room.

Heda lay on the operating table, removing her nun's robes and undergarments piece by piece until she was completely naked, revealing her fair skin and well-toned body curves without reservation.