The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Eve rose with some difficulty from the bed, which was now extremely warm from her body heat. She quickly removed her hospital gown, which she had worn as pajamas, and put on the corset of a funeral attendant. After doing this, she went to the washroom and stood before a standing silver mirror.

The person in the mirror still looked as energetic as ever, with no trace of fatigue or weakness in their eyes or brows. The only slightly out-of-place thing was probably their messy, unwashed hair.

It took Eve some time to wash and dry her hair, and finally wipe her face with a towel, completing her self-image maintenance for the day.

"Dong dong."

Just as she stepped out of the washroom, there was a knocking sound coming from the door of the ward.

Is this a nurse at this time?

But the period when I needed to take medication ended a long time ago. Now the only thing the doctor told me to take is vitamin pills... In theory, I shouldn't be reminded to take medication in the morning like I was in the first few days.

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"Gah!"

The first thing I heard was a very distinctive bird call.

In Eve's memory, she only had one colleague from the Secret Service whom she was relatively familiar with and had had contact with. Apart from that, most of the callbirds were rather silent... It seemed that only her Munning could make such a lively sound.

Without a doubt, the only person coming to visit him would be Agent Vivian.

As expected, Vivian was still knocking on the door, standing quietly in the hospital corridor. She was wearing a rather formal detective trench coat over a fine-textured turtleneck sweater, probably carrying out some kind of public mission that didn't require concealment.

Otherwise, the crows of the Secret Court would generally prefer to choose less conspicuous ornaments.

Seeing Ifrit fully dressed in her corset, Vivian narrowed her eyes slightly in surprise, but didn't pay much attention to it. She quickly greeted her as was her custom.

Good day, Sister Eve.

"You too, Agent Vivian. Have you been assigned a new mission? Please come in and have a seat."

Ife smiled slightly and then invited the other person inside.

Before she had personally experienced the Dwyer incident on Moonburton Street, she had already heard of the veteran detective in front of her.

Although it was only something I heard incidentally while inquiring about Sister Heda's legendary life.

After the dangerous encounter and being rescued by Vivian, Evet's respect for her had risen to a new level. So much so that her words lacked the cold, hard demeanor typically reserved for funeral maids.

"Hmm." ZhongquN:♂☆0Lu↓□＜{Shan‖△

Vivian had no objection to this, and stepped into the ward.

The Order of the Hunters has always adhered to the principle of efficient execution. If their task is simply to convey an instruction, they can simply say it outside the door without taking any further action and wasting time.

But right now, besides bringing instructions from the General Affairs Department, she's also here to visit the patient.

"I feel a little guilty that I'm only visiting you now. I've been quite busy for the past month, please forgive me, Sister Eve."

After saying this, Vivian took out a bunch of neatly tied purple-blue cornflowers from behind her back and placed them in front of the bed.

Her humble attitude surprised Eve, so much so that she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Please don't say that. The mission and interests of the Order are above all else. Besides, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to stand here and respond to you, nor would I have the chance to pick up a sword again."

Vivian narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she nodded in agreement with Eve's statement as if resigned to her fate.

The relationships involved are far too complex, involving Sister Heda, the Fog Street Clinic, Dr. Fran, and many historical issues... It would be a long story to explain.

How else could she explain it?

Does this mean that in the Dwyer case, it didn't matter whether you were there or not, and that Dr. Fran was responsible for both rescuing you and eliminating the attackers? Aside from personal issues of face, this also involves confidentiality agreements and many secrets that cannot be told to others.

"cough."

Vivian raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed lightly, subtly concealing her guilty conscience.

For non-business conversations among fellow hunters, this exchange had been long enough. She quickly regained her composure and began to explain her true purpose for being there.

"Eft, according to the multiple medical examination reports provided by the Medical Court, your physical condition has fully recovered. Furthermore, our investigation into the influx of special handicrafts has recently made progress. As the first contact person, would you be willing to be included in this investigation mission?"

"It needs to be stated beforehand that there is a high possibility of dangerous contact during this operation, and it could turn into a complete crackdown at any time..."

Before the last word of her statement had even faded completely, Ifrit had already given her reply.

"Please be sure to let me participate."

The nun responded very readily, as if it were a question that didn't need to be considered at all.

Seeing the genuine joy and excitement in Ifrit's eyes, Vivian pursed her lips and raised her hand to rub her slightly dark circles.

Many times she couldn't help but feel confused as to why these funeral home guys seemed to be more energetic and eager to get back to work after experiencing life-or-death situations.

Because the "covered scroll" that led to the Dwyer case is directly related to the flow of art, the Hunters Order has been rigorously investigating the trade of such items for the past month. This includes auctions, direct sales in shops, private exchanges, and smuggling.

Naturally, this falls within the scope of the Confidentiality Division's business.

After a month of intense overtime work, Vivian was physically and mentally exhausted, and her dark circles had deepened. Even Mu Ning was unwilling to fly outside as a high-level outpost, instead spending more time resting on her shoulder.

Fortunately, the Secret Service was never stingy with its funding for extra hours, and the ample funds greatly alleviated her deteriorating mood.

"Hmm... I'm glad you're willing to participate in this operation, but there are a few questions I need you to answer before the official list of personnel is finalized."

As she spoke, Vivian glanced at the time on the wall clock in the hospital room.

"Okay, please ask."

Ift obediently accepted.

For hunters who engage in high-pressure, high-risk missions for extended periods, psychological assessment is an indispensable part of the medical examination process. Furthermore, before the commencement of certain missions, the team leader may inquire about other specific matters.

Facing Eve, who was waiting for her to speak, Vivian Liu simply shook her head, and Mu Ningsan imitated her movement, shaking her head at the same frequency.

"It's not my place to ask."

The next moment, a figure dressed in a specially made armored robe for a conscripted servant, with a platinum signet ring on his index finger, strode into the ward. Although the visitor's proportions were harmonious and aesthetically pleasing, he was equally deserving of the adjective "tall."

The door to the medical ward is about 2.1 meters high, but she is already 1.91 meters tall, so when she walks in, she almost occupies the entire space inside the door.

Without a doubt, the visitor was Haida.

"...Ah, Sister Haida?"

Although she had never spoken to her face-to-face, Ifrit had caught glimpses of her from afar a few times, so it took her very little time to identify her.

"it's me."

Haida nodded briefly, confirming her idea.

"Enough of the small talk, Eve. According to the Funeral Court's regulations, the first person to come into contact with a special case can participate in subsequent stages if they wish. I'm leading this investigation, so it's up to me to assess your condition and make a judgment."

"First, has your physical fitness fully recovered? Will strenuous exercise put too much strain on you?"

Compared to the medical staff's written indicators, hunters sometimes prefer to obtain the subjective feelings of their colleagues.

For example, if you asked Hei Rong, who was already old at the time, if his body could still support the purge mission, his answer would definitely be "yes." And even if he were truly exhausted and overwhelmed during the mission, he would grit his teeth and persevere.

"My physical abilities have not declined at all compared to before the injury."

Ift seemed to have rediscovered her hunter-like communication style, responding to the question concisely.

The young nun's words were not boastful or deceptive, but a conclusion drawn from facts. About two weeks ago, she began to feel her body's reactions becoming sluggish and less sharp, so she would occasionally return to the training grounds to practice and review her firearms skills.

After several physical tests involving running laps around the training ground, she was certain that she had fully recovered.

...Although the price for doing so was being lectured for half a day by the nurses who rushed to the scene and then being taken back to the medical court.

"Give it a try."

Haida knew she wasn't lying, but she still reached out her hand, intending to experience it for herself before drawing a final conclusion.

Without hesitation, Ifrit grasped Heda's hand decisively. She quickly switched from a calm state to full-force, hoping to gain an advantage through this sudden burst of power.

As expected, Haida's arm remained steady, without even the slightest sway.

"good."

After a while, Haida released her grip and nodded in affirmation of her physical strength and power.

Although she received praise from those who admired her, Ift did not feel much joy.

It was a natural and unsurprising outcome for her that she couldn't budge Sister Heda, but... the whole process was so utterly powerless that it was almost despairing. From beginning to end, she felt no sense of struggle whatsoever; it was as if a child was trying to move the steel mast that supported the weight of an iron tower.

In fact, Heda initially only intended to test with one finger, but she quickly realized that doing so might be disrespectful, so she eventually changed to extending her entire hand.

"My second question is, are you mentally prepared to handle this raid?"

While Ifrit was still reflecting on the difference in strength between the two, Heida's second question had already followed.

"no problem……"

At this point, Ifrit couldn't help but recall the strange and unsettling phantom image from her nightmare. Although she no longer felt terrified or frightened by it, a deep-seated unease still lingered in her heart and hadn't dissipated.

What is the cause of your hesitation?

Haida keenly sensed the hesitation in Zero's tone, and then followed up with another question. Six?¤

Ife looked up at Heda's gray-chestnut eyes, wanting to explain, but when she truly faced the nun's features, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Clocks melted and became eyes, thin leaves overlapped to form lips, fleshy wings stained and covered the ears... The surrealist concept that had gradually faded in her memory reappeared in her perspective.

Ift's first reaction was not surprise; she simply frowned, a hint of displeasure in her expression.

Oh... any competent hunter would probably get angry if constantly plagued by such unsettling illusions, and she was no exception. If it were some seasoned hunter with severe paranoia, they would probably have already smashed the vase over their head.

In the instant that anger surged, she saw Sister Heda's appearance quickly return to normal.

"There was no fear strong enough to affect his reason. Although he seemed unhappy, he did not overreact."

Haida nodded slightly, confirming her mental state.

"The question period is over."

"Take your necessary personal belongings and then come with us to the maintenance room to set up the weapons we'll be using. The location for this raid is the West End Drowning Theater, and the operation will take place at 20 PM. Pre-operation code: Camellia."

"The response to the secret order is: Ghost Orchid."

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Buried Beneath the Flowers

After Fran's primordial transformation surgery was completed, Heda underwent a metamorphosis, transforming from a physical shell into something deeper, an inner being.

These include physical strength, nerve reaction speed, cognitive and memory abilities, many of the traits of the Black Dragon, and the talent for perceiving and using spirits.

Although from her external appearance alone, she still fits most of the descriptions of primates and hominids, except that she is taller and has more beautiful muscle shape... the true structure under her skin and flesh can never be described by the phrase "five internal organs" or "two hearts and three lungs".

Just now, when Ift saw the strange image of surrealist painting on Heda's face, it was not because Heda was also tainted by the curse of [Skin Covering], but because she actively manifested an illusory scene with Ift's emotions.

In the conventional sense, profiling is the attempt to model another person's personality by combining one's own thinking with known personality parameters; essentially, it is an external-to-internal imitation behavior.

After undergoing a transformation that could almost be described as an upgrade, Haida's soul and spirit were able to transform the profile into an illusory image, projecting it from the inside out and revealing it to the other party in a way she desired.

Like a delicate silver mirror, it comes into contact with light and then reflects it back in its original direction.

Using this principle, Heda was able to make a preliminary assessment of Ift's current psychological state.

The young nun did not react violently when she saw the painting that nearly took her life, suggesting she has recovered well.

Following in the footsteps of Haida and Vivian, Ift was able to reach the maintenance room of the supervisor-level hunter.

Following Instructor Naor's instructions, she skillfully selected the standard weapons suitable for the mission, replenished her medicine, loaded ammunition magazines, and packed away portable ritual material kits.

Haida didn't need to take anything extra.

If she hadn't become accustomed to the feel and weight of wooden-handled folding knives and standard-issue pistols, she probably wouldn't carry anything other than her power sword "Nirvana".

As for Vivian, her missions have always involved infiltration and evasion, so she doesn't have much need for weapons for direct combat. For her, carrying a few smoke grenades for escape is far more practical than carrying a rifle that is difficult to conceal and can hinder movement.

During the preparations, Ift seemed to have thought of something and then asked Heda a question.

"Sister Haida, is this raid being carried out by just the three of us?"

Strictly speaking, yes.

Heda confirmed her guess, and then took out a stack of four mission letters from the inside pocket of her fitted nun's robe, and handed the one belonging to Ift to her.

Eve received the unsealed mission letter, but before examining it closely, she noticed a small, easily overlooked detail. The nun held four envelopes in total, but why did she say there were only three people?

According to funeral home regulations, this type of paper document is usually issued strictly on a one-to-one basis and does not need to be kept on file separately.

Before Ifrit could speak again, Heda had already explained this point.