The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Is it "a release of pain, a desire for intercourse, a hunger-driven eating instinct, or an increased oral desire resulting from the secondary development caused by the proto-physical transformation surgery?"

3. "The Black Devouring Dragon uses infectious asexual reproduction, so the possibility of intercourse can be ruled out for the time being..."

Fran glanced slightly to the side, observing the nun whose upper and lower conical teeth were deeply embedded in the skin of her neck.

At this moment, her eyes were closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her expression revealed an unsettling mix of dazedness and unease. She resembled a child trapped in a nightmare, with an unprecedented weakness, desperately seeking a sense of security from the outside world.

The nun's embrace was so strong that Fran could faintly hear his bones cracking, and his whole body felt as if it were about to fall apart.

"Although his mind has not fully returned, his mental fluctuations are very strong, so we can try to connect to him."

Although Fran was currently restrained, she still had one hand free. She deftly flicked her fingers and took out a brass pocket watch from the cuff of her doctor's coat. Then, holding the chain, she swung it slightly and began to engage with Haida's consciousness.

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North wind, white snow, and as far as the eye could see, everything was ashen and gray.

Heda stood silently in the howling wind and snow, letting the icy, pale fluff fall on her, slowly piling up on her nun's robes. Her clothes and figure changed every moment, sometimes in her everyday clothes, sometimes in the gauze dress she wore as a child, and sometimes in the standard armor of a funeral maid.

Each image she projected represented a period of her inner world.

The personality of any individual is a complex and chaotic collection of elements. However, most of the time, people will default to showing the most prominent, most memorable, and most easily labeled aspect... just as the outside world perceives the Hunter of Secrets as a silent, sinister, and obsessive individual.

Perhaps this understanding is not wrong, but it is only one aspect of the many phenomena.

Is its interior hollow or full, fragile or resilient, cold or scorching?

No one knows.

Through the mental disturbance of the "Swinging Heart Bell," Fran entered the nun's spiritual world, which can also be described as a deep dream formed by the subconscious.

The first feeling the eight people had here was "cold." It was as if they were in a void where snowflakes were falling, and their breath condensed into frost flowers in an instant.

Beside the collapsed and broken walls, Haida, who looked like a young girl, sat with her knees wrapped around her arms.

She wore the simple prison uniform from the experimental chamber of the bio-alchemist Commons, thin and rough, barely covering her limbs. Her exposed feet were barefoot and barefoot, her fair toes red with cold in the north wind.

But Haida didn't seem to care; she just played with the object in her hand.

It was a folding knife with a classic wooden handle.

Fran walked up to the nun, gracefully squatted down beside her, then rested his cheek on one hand and observed her movements with great interest.

But then I saw Haida repeatedly slicing the blade of her folding knife across the skin of her palm, pressing gently from time to time. She carefully controlled the force, keeping it at a level that barely grazed the skin without leaving a scar, as if searching for some kind of critical point.

This is a dangerous game, and she seems to enjoy it immensely.

After examining it for a moment, Fran drew a preliminary conclusion.

From a psychological perspective, this may represent the antagonism between the id and the superego, between nature and reason.

For some reason, Heda harbors an instinctive desire to harm herself or others, almost like an innate craving... while her overly strong rationality and sense of discipline suppress and endure this emotion.

This is why the nun displayed an almost selfless frenzy during combat; it was probably her only way to release her emotions.

"-Crack".

Finally, the blade of the wooden-handled folding knife sliced ​​through the skin of Haida's palm, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out like a bead. She blinked slightly in surprise, then stuck out her tongue and wiped away the trace of blood.

After completing this action, she looked up at Fran.

Those chestnut-grey eyes revealed a deep longing, like a fledgling bird restless with an inescapable hunger.

The doctor also felt a spiritual pull.

"Oh, besides the mental erosion of the Mad Dragon Virus, there's also some kind of influence brought about by the Primitive Transformation..."

Through this faint connection, she realized the true nature of Haida's current state.

The concept of the Primarch is a combination of the physical body and the essence of the subspace. The former is a flesh-and-blood anchor created based on bio-genetic technology and alchemy, while the latter is a psionic entity originating from the High Heavens of the Aetheric plane.

Chaos demons can access the material world through special rituals, but they must rely on altars and psionic environments. Once these prerequisites are broken, they begin to weaken almost immediately and are expelled at a visible rate.

The Primarch... is similar to a chaotic demon with an independent body that can move freely in the material world.

While protozoan-like organisms created through protozoanization surgery can exist without a subspace essence, they are ultimately in an incomplete and flawed state. Their inherent emptiness inevitably triggers a strong yearning to complete themselves.

The only person in Norrington who could provide psychic energy was right in front of Heda, which made it difficult for her, whose consciousness was in chaos, to control herself.

As the young Haida drew closer, Fran pursed his lips and let out a soft sigh of annoyance.

She raised her scalpel and pricked the tip of her index finger. What oozed from her skin was not bright red blood, but a thick, grayish-white mist.

Haida then obediently pursed her lips, put her index finger in her mouth, and sipped it.

“Dear Sister Heda, I have to be bitten on the neck by you in reality and fed by you in the world of consciousness. What a tiring life... Perhaps I should consider deducting your year-end bonus.”

As Fran's psychic powers flowed into the nun's body, she closed her eyes contentedly, her expression returning to tranquility.

As time slowly passed, the scenes in Haida's spiritual world also changed.

The light breeze and fine snow silently dissipated, transforming into a misty fog of overlapping shapes. After all the frenzied agitation was calmed, the nun's self-awareness began to awaken, and all the images formed in her subconscious crumbled like sand.

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Dance "Hmm".

After her long, slender eyelashes opened and closed several times, Haida finally managed to open her eyes.

My vision is a little blurry.

The taste that rises in the throat is somewhat strange, like the metallic smell of blood, but it is inexplicably sweet and mellow, like the aftertaste of a fine dish, or the sweet aftertaste of a liquor.

She felt her mind was hazy and confused, and the last thing she remembered was lying on the operating table, with Dr. Fran calling Luyala to enter her dream... The next moment, her vision went dark.

4. As for what happened afterward, she had no recollection of it.

"Now that you're awake, put me down... You'd better break my ribs, Haida."

A soft voice came from within her arms.

Only then did Haida realize that she was embracing the doctor in a slightly inappropriate manner, and the warmth and softness of his body could be felt through their tightly pressed skin.

This is by no means a polite embrace; it is more akin to the hunting posture of a predator.

In addition, Dr. Fran's doctor's coat and the inner dress were torn all over, and even his undergarments were tattered, with the skin of his shoulder blades and the entire neck almost exposed.

Shoulders, neck, cheeks, and even earlobes... these places are covered with extremely deep teeth marks that are visible to the naked eye, and some parts have even been bitten off.

Looking at the current situation, Haida narrowed her eyes solemnly, a non-existent bead of sweat sliding down her cheek.

It seems that I did something very impolite while in a state of confusion.

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Soup~

Chapter Eighteen: Indulging in Oral Desire

Haida's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she quickly fell silent again.

We need to figure out the current situation first.

She gently and steadily placed the battered Fran on the operating table, her movements steady and tender, as if worried that her actions might hurt the doctor. Only after completing this did she slowly lower her head and begin to examine herself.

They wore no clothes, but their skin was covered with a neat and delicate layer of black scales, enough to cover their most private parts.

Heda quickly estimated her height and perspective relative to Fran, deducing that she was at least two meters tall. Furthermore, she sensed a limb that was not originally there, yet felt extremely familiar.

With a slight movement, a long, slender dragon tail covered in jet-black spines was presented to her.

"Dr. Fran, this is..."

Heda tilted her head slightly and asked Fran, who was resting on the operating table, with a hint of doubt.

"Oh, just a small byproduct of the experiment."

Linfran blinked, offering a slightly guilty explanation.

"If necessary, I can use a biological nesting process to hide it later. However, when you fully release this form, the tail will still be visible, after all, it is an integral part of the complete structure."

"I see."

Haida did not pursue the matter further.

These minor details can be learned about later; her needs are simply to remain inconspicuous under normal circumstances. However, it's best not to let Ms. Marian see this, otherwise she'll drag me into the medical court for at least a month of investigation.

Compared to that, Haida was more interested in knowing what she had done during her period of mental confusion...

4 This is actually not hard to guess.

Judging from the doctor's disheveled appearance, numerous bruises, shifty eyes, and pale face, one could roughly deduce what had happened. Clearly, he had attacked her in a rather brutal manner.

"Dr. Fran, how are you feeling? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing Fran's dark circles and tired expression, Haida stepped forward with concern and asked him what was wrong.

If she were facing someone else, the nun would probably have asked, "Do you need medical assistance?" But considering that the person in front of her was Norlington's most professional doctor, she had to change her approach.

Fran breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, his tone as relaxed as ever.

"It's nothing serious, just excessive blood loss, accompanied by some spiritual deficiency."

"Haida, please take the blood bag out of the refrigerator in box number 2. It contains spare plasma. I need an autologous transfusion."

Just now, Haida's method of drawing blood by biting through the skin and drinking directly extracted more than 1500cc of Fran's blood in a very short time, and at the same time took away a corresponding amount of blood essence... Even she would inevitably feel weak.

Although replacing the spare prayer hand could quickly alleviate the current symptoms, she generally wouldn't activate this contingency plan unless something major happened.

After the blood transfusion needle was inserted into the vein, Fran's complexion quickly regained its rosy color at a visible speed. Her body used a modular design, which enabled her to regulate body fluids in a more efficient way.

"Are you feeling any better, Dr. Fran?"

"Yes, it's very effective."

Haida pressed the IV needle, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the bright red blood plasma in the storage bag, before she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This unusual behavior also alerted her.

I seem to have a certain craving for Dr. Fran's blood, much like the feeding instinct of the Moonkin. No, it's not just blood; it seems that bones and flesh, even hair, possess the same allure.

"Don't worry, these are some early symptoms of prototyping."

Noticing the strange look in Haida's eyes, Fran gave a rather swift explanation.

"Your body has begun to possess the characteristics of a Primal Body, but your spirit and status are still lacking. This will cause you to instinctively crave high-ranking and sufficiently pure spiritual energy. This symptom will gradually subside as you adapt to your body, and I will also provide you with appropriate medication during this period."

"In addition to this, the prototyping surgery will also be accompanied by some other follow-up effects."

As he spoke, the doctor began to list them one by one, moving his fingers along the way.

"This includes the physical body, spirituality, diet, daily routine, and certain small habits."

"You will soon feel the physical enhancements firsthand, so I won't go into details. The strengthening of your psionic talents will be reflected in the rituals you wield, and your ability to profile with psychic empathy will likely be improved as a result."

"As for other aspects, I have no conclusion at the moment. However, I suspect you may have some issues with oral stage development."

"Oral period?"

Haida has extensive knowledge of criminal psychology, so she is no stranger to such psychological terms.

Generally, this is considered a stage in a child's development before 18 months of age. Very young infants only have the most basic grasping ability, and their use of their limbs is also at a very low level. In contrast, they need to constantly ingest food, so their mouth movements are the most frequent.

For example, sucking fingers, sucking on pacifiers, putting whatever they can grab into their mouths... If the development of an infant's oral stage is suppressed, it may have a negative impact on their subsequent psychological state.

But what Heda didn't understand was why Dr. Fran would use that word to describe his condition.

"If we rely solely on empty talk, it might indeed be difficult to understand. Let's conduct a small experiment."

With that, Fran extended his thumb and, with lightning speed, placed it between Heida's lips.

The nun instinctively took it into her mouth.

At that moment, her breathing and heartbeat quickly calmed down. A very faint salty taste, along with the metallic taste of blood, filled her throat, but it only brought a sense of comfort and peace, and all the disturbances seemed to disappear in that instant.

Along with this comes an intense, almost irresistible urge to "bite down".

Her subconscious was telling her that this piece of finger was the ultimate delicacy.

How soft, how sweet, how fragrant... The instinct of hunger almost materializes in the mind, drawing one in deeply, making one lose oneself in its intoxication.

But as a funeral maid, and now a funeral attendant, she ultimately restrained her increasingly burgeoning instincts.

Fran quickly withdrew her left hand and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corner of her lips.

3. "Forgive my rudeness, Heda. But you should now have a clear enough understanding of this."