The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"The pupils are of normal size and react briskly to light, without dilation or instability, so brainstem and nerve damage can be temporarily ruled out."

"I heard from the debunkers on night patrol that there was a fire at the Drowned Theater. This dancer must be one of the victims?"

While inquiring about the cause of the illness, Lehr stopped conducting basic physical examinations and instead began assembling and adjusting the medical equipment he carried with him.

"Yes, she is the lead dancer in this ballet."

Elsa nodded in agreement and then began to explain further.

“When we found her, she was unconscious in the escape tunnel of the Drowned Theater.”

Leer frowned, trying to deduce the specific illness based on the information he had and his own experience.

"Was it an inhalation poisoning incident while escaping from a fire? But her breathing was normal, and there were no burn marks on her mouth, nose, or other skin... In conclusion, she likely suffered acute heatstroke due to prolonged exposure to high temperatures."

"Prepare for rapid cooling and fluid replacement."

Considering that the patient was a fire survivor, Leer brought a portable ice blanket and saline solution for intravenous injection when he went out, and immediately prepared to cool down the inchworm.

—Just then, the inchworm opened its eyes and awoke from its slumber.

The unfamiliar environment triggered the survival instinct of this moth disciple. He gathered up his gray gauze robe and got up from the bed at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye. Then, he moved lightly and pressed his body against the wall by the window, ready to break through the window and escape at any moment.

"Wait, little girl!"

This sudden turn of events startled Leer for a moment, but he quickly recovered and tried to comfort him gently.

"Please don't be nervous, we mean no harm. This is Mr. Eugene Lois's residence. You were unconscious in the Drowned Theater, and it was Mr. Eugene and Miss Elsa who brought you back."

"As for me, I am the doctor they hired."

Ai Yiling*7″＃liujiu★★Yi4〗｛Sanzhong∽∏ｚHuAnqUN：Ersha?

Upon hearing the name, the inchworm's pupils constricted imperceptibly for a moment, and its eyelids twitched slightly.

As a lecturer at the academy, being bumped into by a student in a place like the Drowning Theater was embarrassing enough, let alone being rescued by her while in a dormant state... Fortunately, Elsa didn't recognize him.

This is probably the only thing to be thankful for.

Just as the inchworm was pondering its next move, Leer spread his hands to indicate that he had no hostility and then resumed negotiations.

“Miss Dancer, based on your hair and skin color and your knowledge of that ballet, I guess you’re from Golmouth, and given the security situation there… your wariness and vigilance towards strangers is reasonable and justified.”

"But this is Norrington. The two men beside me rescued you out of pure goodwill. Rest assured, no one will try to harm you or do anything to you."

"Also, the gold ornaments you wear have a distinct Attila style, and Attila is famous for its dancers. I think you may have lived there for a period of time."

"Is it in Ahanta or Elzu? Or somewhere else?"

To ponder, to deduce, and then to throw out a question to start getting close—truly a soothing technique reminiscent of a pedantic scholar…

After the initial tension subsided, the inchworm had actually relaxed and calmed down. The doctor in front of her was an exorcist from the White Cup Order, and the other two were her student and her father; she was indeed very safe.

It is likely that Elsa happened to be watching a performance at the Drowning Theater and discovered herself in hibernation due to her transformation when she evacuated through the emergency escape route.

After waiting a moment, the inchworm opened its mouth in response.

“For a long time, I lived in Alam Tower.”

Seeing the black-haired girl show a willingness to communicate, Lin Leer immediately chimed in with a sigh. 1°4/》·liu↑{

"Attilion is more stable than Golmouth, but as a country constantly at war, a peaceful life is still a luxury. Of course, Norrington isn't much better at times... but at least if you call the police, fully armed Hunters will come to your door to ensure your safety."

Assistant Coach Leer's words were not entirely a reassuring statement; they also incorporated his own experiences.

He was an Attila, whose homeland was Elzu, a desolate, barren, and remote border town where black sands churned. Standing atop the clock tower, all one could see was pitch-black basalt.

"Ler" is an abbreviation of his name. If he were to be called by his full name according to the tradition of the Erzu region, it would be "Lerhash Sobekmos Jadevepe"... This does not include his nickname, family name, common title, or the names of his ancestors passed down through generations.

"Although you're awake, your physical condition is still unknown. My personal suggestion is to go to the medical department for a physical examination. If you think that's too far, I can also use the equipment I have on hand to do another check-up."

"As a doctor, I must at least confirm that my patients are truly out of danger."

Finally, Ler revealed his thoughts.

At this moment, the inchworm only wanted to escape without leaving any loopholes or hidden dangers. Although he was nominally a member of the White Cup faculty, and even if his identity was exposed, there would be no real danger, the negative impact on his reputation would be immeasurable…

"can."

"But I only accept having my medical check-up done here, and not for too long."

After a moment's thought, the inchworm agreed to Ler's proposal.

After all, it was Elsa and her father who led him out of the burning theater, and out of courtesy, he was unwilling to appear too cold-hearted.

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, Ler agreed and immediately took out the portable medical device that had been calibrated to begin taking samples for physical examination.

The entire process lasted twenty minutes, and Leer's diagnosis was "normal." At this point, the inchworm's elevated body temperature, caused by its body reconstruction, had returned to normal. It's safe to say that this guy's body is healthier than most people's. 8

Having confirmed this, Lehr did not linger any longer, leaving behind a course of emergency medication before departing from the Lois residence.

Many audience members were affected by the theater fire, and he still has a busy night ahead. If it weren't for the black-haired dancer's costume reminding him of his hometown, he might not be so patient.

At this moment, only the inchworm, Elsa, and Elsa's father, Eugene, remain in the bedroom.

“Mr. Lehr has already mentioned my name, but please allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Elsa Lois. May I ask how I should address you?”

Elsa cautiously approached and greeted her.

"Hayrie Humphrey".

The inchworm didn't hesitate when he uttered the name; in fact, he had already considered what name to use to refer to himself in his dancer form. Actually, it didn't require much thought; a slight adjustment to the spelling of his given name, Cyril, would suffice.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Haliel."

Although she tried to hide it, joy still showed in Elsa's eyes.

For her, meeting such a special friend from a foreign land was clearly a rare and precious experience during her student life.

"Speaking of which, a professor who once served as the chaplain of the moth recently came to our history department."

Not quite sure what to say, Elsa decided to follow her own style and find a common topic with enough room for discussion. Clearly, her inchworm teacher, being from Golmouth, was the most worthy of conversation.

"He calls himself an inchworm and teaches three courses simultaneously: 'International Relations in Foreign Lands' in the Department of Political Science, 'History of Gormouth' in the Department of History, and 'Gormouth Language' in the Department of Linguistics. Moreover, he is very good at teaching and always gives people a sense of being there, which is in no way inferior to experienced professors."

"This may be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, please forgive me... but you and he look somewhat alike, so I'd like to know if you know him?"

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Night Talks in the Deep Residence

"You said your college's new professor looks a lot like me... Can I consider this a stereotype?"

Even when Elsa revealed her true identity, the inchworm maintained a considerable degree of composure and calmness.

The displeasure and confusion that naturally showed in his eyes and brows seemed to indicate that he had truly been verbally offended.

“I don’t know anything about inchworms. At the same time, I think you former Philanes people, now Norrington people, all look the same. And those golden-haired and red-haired people of Attilon all look the same.”

"...But in any case, I still want to thank Mr. Eugene and Miss Elsa for their help today. I will send someone to deliver a gift of thanks in a while. I know that the nobles of the Lois family may not need such vulgar things, but I would appreciate it if you two would not refuse."

After saying this in the coldest possible tone, the inchworm gathered up her gauze skirt, lifted her leg, and walked towards the door, seemingly wanting to leave.

“Miss Haliel, that’s not what I meant…”

"Before I met you, Mr. Inchworm was the only person from Golmouth I knew, so he was the first person I thought of. If talking about your homeland or hometown brings back any bad memories, I apologize to you."

Elsa approached with a hint of apology and reached out to stop the other person from leaving.

Logically, it was Elsa and her father who saved Heliel, and the dark-haired girl's attitude at this moment was clearly not friendly, so she should be unhappy.

But coincidentally, Elsa is the only daughter of the Lois family, who is kind-hearted and well-educated, and is well-versed in the subject of "international relations in foreign lands," so she knows what kind of hellish place Golmouth is... Therefore, the aloofness that Heriel is deliberately showing now seems to her more like a habitual form of self-protection.

Refusing kindness prevents one from being harmed by trust; refusing charity preserves dignity and self-respect.

This is Gormouth's survival rule, and there's nothing wrong with it.

"Furthermore, you do look quite similar, and it's not just a simple 'regional feature.' Could you actually be related as siblings or something similar?"

As they talked, Elsa went to the bedside table and hurriedly rummaged through the small items in the drawers.

A moment later, she took out a slightly faded old photograph and handed it to the inchworm.

The latter squinted as he took the photo and realized that the subject was himself, seemingly giving a lesson. Although the image was somewhat blurry, the text and style of the lesson plan indicated that it was a lesson on "The Epic of Munro".

Hmm... It seems like someone from the photography club came in with a camera during this class, but how did this photo end up in Elsa's hands?

The inchworm frowned and fell silent, a rare occurrence for it.

"It does look a bit like it."

Ultimately, he had to admit it.

After all, the appearance of a dancer is modified from the original state. Their facial features, bone structure, sexual characteristics, and even height are different from before. However, the essence is not like "disguise" which completely disguises oneself as another person. Therefore, there will still be many similarities before and after.

Seeing that the black-haired girl's attitude seemed to be softening, Eugene immediately offered his advice.

“Miss Haliel, it’s getting late, and my manor is located in the suburbs. It’s very difficult to find a taxi on the street at this hour… If you would like to return to your residence, I will have a servant drive you back in a carriage.”

"If you are not in a hurry to leave, you can stay overnight at the manor. There are many rooms prepared for guests in the side hall."

Eugene's statement was reasonable and appropriate, and took into account various aspects.

If the black-haired dancer insists on leaving, then trying to persuade her to stay would only make one seem suspicious. It would be better to finish the matter properly and send someone to take her home, thus putting the matter to rest.

Anyway, as a director of several carriage rental companies, the last thing he lacked at home was this kind of thing...

Eugene was a gentle and upright man, which made him somewhat out of place with his Lois family brothers. Perhaps considering that his family's reputation hadn't been so good in the past few years, he could understand Haliel's concerns.

As for the second suggestion, he noticed that Elsa was quite interested in the exotic dancer, so he didn't mind creating opportunities for his daughter to interact with peers.

The inchworm's first reaction was to agree to leave by car, but then he thought of a problem.

My only current accommodation seems to be the faculty housing at Norlington Central College… If I were to have the coachman take me there, my identity would be too obvious. Of course, there are solutions, such as getting off halfway.

With the secret technique of the moth and the skill of precisely controlling its limbs, it would be no difficulty to do this without the driver noticing.

"Gu—"

Just as he was about to speak, several faint sounds, but unusually noticeable in the current situation, rang out. In more academic terms, this is called "borborygmus," which generally indicates that the person making the sound is on an empty stomach.

Eugene coughed lightly, quickly changing the subject and avoiding any potential awkwardness.

“Miss Haliel, I’ve heard that dancers at the Drowned Theatre need to fast for a period of time before their performances, consuming only a small amount of sugar to maintain their optimal physical condition. So I guess you haven’t had dinner yet…”

"If you don't mind, let's have a late-night snack here before making a decision. This might sound a bit boastful, but our manor's chef has worked here for over twenty years, and there are few in Norrington who can match his skills."

"...Then I'll be grateful for your help, Mr. Eugene."

The inchworm eventually agreed.

He has just completed the reconstruction and transformation of the fourth stage. Although his spirituality is at an unprecedented level, his body is somewhat weak and urgently needs to eat to replenish his nutrition and energy.

After instructing Elsa to take the inchworm to the restaurant, Eugene left, leaving only the old butler Edwin behind.

He had already eaten dinner and didn't need a late-night snack. Besides, he had a meeting at the carriage rental company the next morning, so he needed to rest early.

Unfortunately, as a slightly older middle-aged person, a lack of energy is inevitable...

In addition, it was also considered that Haliel might feel uncomfortable in his presence. As an elder, it's often inconvenient for her to participate in the conversations of the younger generation, so it was better for him to leave first and give them some space.

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Eugene Lois Residence, Restaurant.

Late-night snacks aren't on the regular meal preparation schedule, so we can only make simple combinations based on the leftover fresh ingredients from that day. (liu)

However, as Mr. Eugene said, their head chef was indeed exceptionally capable, managing to improvise a diverse array of François-style evening tea dishes in a very short time. Lu

Considering that Miss "Hayriel" had not yet had dinner, he specially prepared two main dishes.

“Miss Haliel, I’d like to know who the playwright and stage director of this ballet, ‘Under Naurmaran,’ are? The visual effects and the sense of historical immersion are impeccable; it’s as if the story of a lost era has been brought to life…”

"Of course, your dance moves are equally indispensable. No matter how good the script is, it will be lackluster if the performer cannot fully express its meaning."

Elsa, holding a porcelain cup containing chamomile tea, took a small sip and then inquired about the inchworm with great interest.

Meanwhile, the inchworm's attention was entirely focused on the pork chop sprinkled with juniper berries and lemongrass on its plate.

Compared to steak and lamb chops, pork chops are sometimes considered less respectable, either due to the taster's own preferences or some kind of pretentious stereotype... but the inchworm never cares about any of that.

He only knew that he needed to eat, and the food in front of him perfectly met that need.