The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"I have experienced it firsthand."

Linghaida nodded slightly, then forcibly suppressed her chaotic thoughts. Her expression remained calm as always, but the heat emanating from her ears was hard to conceal; they had turned bright red without her noticing and hadn't dissipated for a long time.

Following this, Fran performed a series of post-operative examinations on the nun according to established procedures and collected a live biological sample. This was also her first formal prototyping surgery, making every piece of data from this unique experimental subject invaluable and crucial.

Although her theoretical knowledge is quite comprehensive and there are clinical cases provided by clones, only when this technology is actually applied to humans can it be considered to have proven its feasibility in a practical sense.

From this perspective, Sister Heda could perhaps be considered "Unit-01".

After this short period of adaptation, Haida personally experienced the astonishing resilience and strength within this body. The previously unfinished Astartes modification surgery had pushed her physiological limits as a human, and now…

She could no longer feel the limits of her own potential.

Endurance, resilience, physical strength, and spirituality—every element that determines the power of a practitioner of occultism seems to have undergone a fundamental transformation. If one had to describe it, it's almost like apostlehood… an elevation of the entire life form.

The Hunters do not reject special forms of power, even if the price is losing their fragile and precious mortal nature. Haida has no complaints about anything brought about by the Primarchization Surgery, but there are still some problems that urgently need to be solved.

"Dr. Fran, I remember you said... that my height should be around 1.92 meters after the surgery, and that I wouldn't have too many abnormal human features."

As she spoke, Haida raised her arm slightly, examining her palm, which faintly gleamed with dark scales.

Her limbs were almost shaped like the scales and claws of a dragon, and because of the high degree of coverage of the scales, even though she had been completely naked since she woke up, there was no privacy issue. Only the smooth curves of her body with muscle definition could be vaguely seen.

In addition, the nun was already over two and a half meters tall, almost three meters. So much so that Dr. Fran, standing in front of her, only reached a little over his lower abdomen, making him look exceptionally petite.

Fran seemed to have anticipated her doubts and immediately raised his index finger to explain the principle.

"This is caused by the overactivation of the body and spirit. During the process of tearing the cocoon, Haida, your spirit and body were in a state of intense excitement, which caused the prominent expression of dragon characteristics."

"After acquiring a large amount of spiritual essence from me, you have gained the ability to customize such characteristics. Now you can try to suppress the manifestation characteristics of the Black Eclipse Dragon on your own. Even if you are not skilled, you should be able to master it within a quarter of an hour."

Upon hearing this, Haida closed her eyes and, following Fran's instructions, suppressed her highly aroused body.

A few breaths later, the jet-black scales retracted and disappeared, revealing the fair skin beneath. The claw-like hands also returned to their human form. Even the overall body proportions slightly shrank, reaching the pre-planned height of 1.92 meters. Lin

However, the long, slender scales still adorned her tailbone.

Fran clapped his hands lightly in encouragement.

"An astonishing talent for control; I thought it would take at least five or six minutes to learn. Perhaps it can also be attributed to the extraordinary learning ability of Primarch-like beings?"

"This tail seems impossible to control."

Haida reached out and pinched the swaying scale tail, a hint of confusion flashing in her gray-chestnut eyes.

Fran walked slowly forward, observing its condition with great interest. (Umbrella)

"These are extra appendages, and they can't be completely hidden simply by retracting them proportionally. Speaking of which, humans, as chordates, have almost completely lost their postanal tail, so I'm also a little curious about the physiological structure of tailed humans..."

"However, compared to these, I think there is something more important to do now."

"What is it?"

Haida seems oblivious to her own actions.

“My dear Heda, you need to get dressed now.”

As they spoke, Fran had already taken the nun's undergarments, lining, and full set of standard armor from his medicine box.

"While I personally thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to closely examine the beautiful curves of the human body, and I am glad that you can be so open and honest with me without any reservations... now that the surgery is over, it wouldn't be good to catch a cold if I didn't wear clothes for a long time."

This is probably just her usual way of expressing concern; after all, expecting a Primarch to catch a cold is somewhat unrealistic and whimsical.

"Ok."

Haida narrowed her eyes slightly, then took the clothes from Fran's hands and began to put them on.

Previously, being encased in the armor of the Black Dragon, the tight feeling of her skin being wrapped around it made her instinctively ignore this fact. It wasn't until the doctor in front of her pointed it out that she belatedly noticed the problem.

Of course, even though she noticed it, she didn't feel much of a difference.

The shame of exposing one's body is an emotion that Haida, as a hunter, has long abandoned; a hunter must be able to engage in battle under any circumstances. Besides, the person before her is Dr. Fran... both externally and internally, she has clearly been completely exposed during the surgery.

A moment later, Haida had put on her standard nun's robes.

Thanks to the wide hem of the funeral attendant's armor, she was able to curl the dragon's tail around her waist, preventing any unusual appearance from being easily noticed.

“Hyda, once your condition stabilizes a bit more, I can use the same nesting technique as the Sphinx to help you tighten your dragon tail, but until then... I’ll just have to trouble you to maintain this disguise for a while.”

Fran glanced at the nun's tailbone, a sudden, inexplicable pang of regret rising in his amber eyes.

I was so engrossed in the post-operative explanation that I completely forgot to touch her tail to check its feel – a real letdown. Do appendages used in combat retain their special sensitivity? Is the dexterity of a dragon's tail less than that of a primate?

We need to find an opportunity to investigate this.

Seeing Fran's slightly narrowed gaze, as if lost in thought, Haida couldn't help but purse her lips, a strange sense of foreboding creeping over her. Seven

Those unfamiliar with the doctor, seeing her serious expression, would likely assume she was pondering an important matter. But the nun, having known her for a long time, had a profound understanding of her habits and character…

The more solemn and serious this scheming woman appeared, the more trivial and often peculiar her thoughts became. Nine

Just then, Fran suddenly opened his eyes slightly, as if remembering something.

"Speaking of which, the Leviathan has already arrived at Norrington Outer Harbor. We happen to have some free time today, so after lunch, Sister Heda and I shall go see the 'surprise' that Professor Utus and the inchworm have brought?"

"Hmm." Three

Haida nodded obediently in agreement. (Six)

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soup!

Chapter Nineteen: Duran Offshore

The transformation surgery took about three hours, and after Haida transformed into a cocoon, it took another twelve hours to hatch. This meant that it was now daytime the following day, close to lunchtime.

Although there were some minor, unseemly incidents during the surgery, Fran very considerately chose to overlook them, considering that they were not Heida's intentions, and ultimately kept her year-end bonus.

However, Fran secretly added the cost of the entire doctor's gown to Heda's account, so the nun could include it in her reimbursement when she submitted her claim to the General Affairs Department next time. Oh, she really liked that little dress... even though she had many of the same dresses.

At this moment, Sigrid, who had found a torn doctor's coat in the clothes storage basket, stroked her chin and fell into deep thought.

Without a doubt, these are the marks of a wild beast attack, and it doesn't seem to be an ordinary creature.

It's clear that there's no such threatening individual at the Fog Street Clinic, so the only one who fits the criteria... seems to be Sister Heda, who's sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

But the messy and deep teeth marks on the clothes didn't look like they were left by a human.

At this moment, Haida held a cup of "Winter Bud" tea, which was emitting wisps of hot steam, and sipped it slowly.

This batch of tea came from Prince Gunther's residence and was a special supply to the Gallonson Royal Court. Even in the historical catalog of daily necessities at the Fog Street Clinic, it would be considered one of the highest quality... but the nun wasn't entirely there to taste it.

She simply wanted to dilute the intoxicatingly metallic taste of blood between her tongue, lips, and teeth.

At the same time, Haida also felt Sigrid's gaze beside her; the artisan had probably noticed something. However, what had just happened in the operating room was obviously something difficult to talk about and not so easy to explain.

Meanwhile, Fran was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, planning to treat everyone who had participated in the surgery to a few impromptu special dishes... Sigrid was a human alchemical furnace that would burn everything she swallowed to charcoal, and Heda was probably already full.

This nun drew at least 1500cc of blood from her own neck and even ate a couple of ounces of flesh, enough to keep her digesting for a while. Oh, this girl really has no sense of restraint; she almost bit off her own earlobe.

That being said, she still needs to supplement with complex nutrients and biomass to support further physical development.

About thirty minutes later, Fran served today's lunch to the wooden square table in the restaurant.

The main course is charcoal-grilled lamb chops, served with galangal, coriander, and white sesame seeds. The marinated meat is crispy and tender after being braised and roasted, with the meat easily separating from the bone.

The side dish is bacon and gravy, seasoned with fennel, pepper, and chopped celery. This dish is taken from a recipe in "Hannibal Lecter's Secret Kitchen," and if the ingredients are used correctly... it actually tastes pretty good.

In addition to the meats that the doctor himself loves, a range of vegetarian side dishes are also included to cut through the richness and adjust the diet.

It's worth noting that the dish served to Haida had a rather strange appearance, with many black, thread-like substances. At first glance, they seemed to be garnishes to aid in plating, but they also appeared to be part of the dish itself.

"These black fibers are..."

Jiu used a silver fork to pick up a piece of black, thread-like material, and Haida's expression showed a hint of doubt.

In response, Fran simply clasped his hands together slightly, maintaining a warm smile.

"Please eat it all, it's very good for your physical development."

Er said, "Okay."

Heda didn't press further upon hearing this, but instead pursed her lips and began eating with remarkable efficiency. Although she maintained the proper dining manners of a funeral maid, her chewing and swallowing speed was astonishing, like that of some large predator.

Within minutes, the porcelain plate was completely empty, spotless, with not even a trace of sauce visible.

After transforming into a protozoan, the nun's appetite and digestive efficiency underwent a qualitative change. She could tolerate not eating for extremely long periods, and could also replenish a large amount of calories, nutrients, and trace elements needed by her body at once.

Through her thoughts and tasting during the meal, she gained a clue as to the nature of the black, thread-like substance.

"Dr. Fran, if I'm not mistaken... the extra thing you added to the meal was probably the silk cocoon from the surgical platform."

"correct."

Fran nodded, confirming her guess.

"Many mammal larvae eat the placenta to replenish their nutrition after the birthing process, and some insects and birds also eat the eggshell after hatching. I did compositional analysis on the cocoon that formed during your body's remodeling, and the conclusion is... it will help your development and molting."

Heda listened quietly and quickly gleaned the key words from her words.

"molt?"

In the nun's mind, this word was usually associated with arthropods and those noctuid moths who were keen on changing their forms.

"Yes, dear Haida. Although your current physique already far surpasses the limits of what a mortal body can achieve, you are still in the juvenile stage. Due to the influence of the Black Erosion Dragon's genome, you will probably need to molt once every stage of your growth."

"This will likely be a difficult and painful process, but I will provide medical assistance throughout."

At this point, Fran seemed to suddenly realize something, his eyes widened slightly, and then he raised his index finger with a look of slight realization.

"correct."

"It should be noted that the Black Eclipse Dragon lacks an eye structure, and therefore has almost no vision. It probably only retains the most basic ability to sense light. Haida, you should have experienced this in your previous dragon form."

"Yes."

Haida did indeed notice this.

At that time, she had not fully transformed into a dragon, so she retained some of her vision. However, she could still clearly feel the blurriness and darkness of her vision, as if she were deep in a fog, with everything in a hazy, out-of-focus state.

Vision is the most important external sense for humans, and the inability to use it after transforming into a dragon is clearly a weakening.

But that's not entirely true.

Fran quickly changed the subject, explaining the other changes brought about by this feature.

"Transit Group" >: The good news is that, due to a compensatory effect, your other senses will be significantly amplified in your dragon form. If needed, you can even try fighting with your eyes closed while maintaining human form... it might have surprising effects."

"I remember."

Haida always took the doctor's advice and reminders to heart. After all, the doctor almost never made mistakes when discussing serious academic issues, and even if a semantic error occurred, he would quickly correct it.

"I would try if I had the chance."

The post-meal chat ended quickly.

Out of consideration for Sigrid, Fran, unusually, cleared away the dishes and cups himself. Carefully examining the plates that Hedana seemed to have just taken from the cupboard, Fran gained a deeper understanding of the nun's current dietary needs.

Today's main course was grilled lamb chops, but there wasn't even a single gnawed bone left on her plate... The nun simply chewed up and swallowed the hard ribs. Sigrid followed suit, using the same way she ate.

Oh, young people always have good appetites.

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Noon, Norlington, Durham Outer Harbour.

Norrington itself has no port or docks within its city limits, but it owns many of the surrounding outer harbors. Some of these are controlled by the Order of the Mystics, while others are the joint property of the White Cup and its numerous shipping companies.

Before the Meredith family began to decline, these ports were almost all public infrastructure projects under the jurisdiction of the city hall. Of course, even now they are still controlled by various institutions and have not become privately owned.

The Leviathan has now unloaded all its passengers and is currently docked for rest and repairs.

Upon seeing Fran and Sister Heda arrive, Professor Utus, leaning against the railing, first performed a Gormouth sailor's hat-removal salute. He then warmly invited the two to board the Leviathan.

Good day, ladies.

Utus offered his greetings in a concise and efficient manner.

The oceanography professor looked energetic and radiant, leading one to wonder if he had recently encountered something joyful.

The inchworm beside him didn't show much change in expression, occasionally adjusting its silver-rimmed square glasses, looking every bit the young scholar.

Although this Moth Disciple appeared to be no more than thirty, his true age was over forty; however, the esoteric rituals he practiced preserved his physical vitality. This phenomenon was quite common among third-tier priests who were approaching the rank of high priest.

However, he still couldn't hide his excitement at being able to meet the hermit lady.