The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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In the blink of an eye, Blackie saw Fran take a brass pocket watch out of his pocket.

Although he didn't know what methods the other party used, based on his years of experience, he immediately closed his eyes to prevent possible mental interference.

"The response is very quick."

Fran raised her eyebrows slightly, and with a slight reach, the "Reaching for the Moon" on her wrist popped out, binding her entire body and pulling her to her front.

"Compared to psychotherapy, I personally prefer physical hypnosis. I'm very fortunate to have had the opportunity to try it out today..."

Black Banyan instinctively wanted to ask, "What is that?"

But as Fran's hand struck him precisely on the atlantoaxial joint of his neck, the hunter's consciousness and mind went dark.

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Chapter 41 The Silent Nun 8

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?!"

Hei Rong woke up the next morning. He looked at his hands in surprise, his eyes twitching slightly.

What kind of unexpected event could have shocked this Hunter Chief who was no longer afraid of death?

"Director Hei Rong, the medical department is conducting urgent tests on the unusual situation you're experiencing... We only have preliminary findings at this point, do you want to hear them?"

Marian calmly watched Black Rong, who was frantically struggling on the hospital bed, a half-smile playing on her lips. Zero

"Speak quickly!"

Hei Rong held up the mirror, urging him on, and kept patting his cheeks to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"The life force you lost because of S-923 'Death Banyan' has somehow returned to your body. This relic was almost symbiotic with you, so your aging has been reversed."

"Then I should turn back to the same age as Alvin and Silverfeather Hydra, so why am I... so young?"

Hei Rong immediately pressed for an answer.

The funeral home supervisor was no longer the frail and old man he once was; he now resembled a boy in his early teens, with rosy lips, white teeth, and a youthful, delicate appearance. It was as if he had returned to his childhood... Even his blue and white hospital gown had become loose and baggy.

"Because the 'Banyan Tree of Death' has been confirmed destroyed, its remains are on your bedside table. The immense life force from its branches surged back into your body, including what you once drew from the evil offspring and heretics..."

Marianne dropped her joking expression, gently touched her beauty mark, and her eyes took on a clear and cold look befitting a researcher.

"Is this why I've returned to my teenage years?"

"No, of course not."

Marian deftly twirled the pen in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly, making no attempt to hide her doubts.

"Excessive alien life force is completely incompatible with normal humans. Under normal circumstances, you should have been burst apart. But in this case, you survived, but the relics were destroyed..."

Hei Rong narrowed his eyes, calmed down slightly from his shock, and sorted out the logic from Marian's explanation.

If this relic truly possessed the power to reverse aging, it would be impossible for it to fall into his hands as a "weapon".

Marian took a scalpel from a delicate instrument bag and deftly sliced ​​open the skin on Black Banyan's arm.

But the incision began to heal almost the instant it was made, and a small light pink flower even grew out of the wound after it closed.

"See that? Even the self-healing speed of the Red Cup Auxiliary Priest is not as fast as yours."

"By the God of Hunting... what exactly happened yesterday? Why do I have no recollection of it at all?"

Hei Rong rubbed his forehead, feeling his memory was a complete blur. Only a faint, dull pain throbbed in his atlantoaxial joint.

"The General Affairs Department has suspended you from your duties. Take some time to recuperate. Although the First Ritual [Mouth of Proverbs] has determined that there is no potential harm to you... we still need to observe you for a period of time so that we can record clinical information."

Marian glanced at the wall clock and, after confirming that it was almost time, began to explain the precautions for the recovery period.

"Well, that's as it should be."

Upon learning of his suspension, Hei Rong nodded slightly, showing no surprise.

The General Affairs Division's decision was flawless; it should have been done that way! In the face of unforeseen circumstances, caution and patience are always the primary principles to follow. In the current situation, keeping him in his supervisory position would be disrespectful to the lives of his colleagues in the funeral home.

Marian had finished explaining everything and was about to leave. But as she reached the door, she sighed and slowly began to speak.

"Black Banyan, Silver Feather Hydra said your reward should arrive soon. Seeing how you were only half alive when you first arrived, I can roughly guess how terrible the situation was... Thank you for your efforts, excellent hunter."

Knowing he could hardly approach Yates, the "servant of the cup," Black Banyan decided to feign death from the start, lying in wait for a chance to launch a surprise attack. Although he would pay with his life regardless of success…

But he must try his best, and if he succeeds, he can gain a better chance for his colleagues at the funeral home.

○Marianne then blinked cleverly, changed the subject, and put away her previous serious and almost cold attitude.

"However... you'd better cherish this hard-won new life now. Don't think about going to your death again, little brother Johnson~"

"you!"

Hei Rong was momentarily speechless. In his astonishment, Marian had already left the ward. Only the crisp sound of her high heels echoed in the corridor.

Long--

[The morbid disease affecting the citizens of Norrington has been cured (10/10). Your routine house call for July is complete, completion rate: A. Your next monthly house call will be randomly triggered next month.]

[Payment for this consultation: 1 unknown item (common quality, unidentified)]

[Your resolution change: Heterogeneity (33% → 33.5%).]

Foggy Street Clinic, Flanders' operating room.

"Six ordinary people, one teaching assistant from White Cup, three hunters... It's a pity there aren't any particularly special cases. Although Black Banyan's illness seems serious, it's just limb loss plus the side effects of the relics."

Fran listed the cases from this house call, then yawned slightly, feeling a bit sleepy. She wasn't necessarily really tired, just a little listless when faced with this kind of repetitive work that wasn't particularly difficult.

Heda had already returned to the cult. Although she was on leave, she still needed to go to the medical court from time to time to assist Ms. Marian with routine medical checkups.

"I hope this ordinary quality 'object' will give me a pleasant surprise."

Wearing a white heavy-duty hazmat suit, Fran gently touched his palm and carefully began the identification.

[The damaged power sword]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Effect: Executioner Greatblades used by 'The Arbiter' and 'The Silent Nun'. The disintegration field covering the blade is damaged, the hardened silicon crystals have peeled off, the guard decoration is missing, and the blade's integrity remains at 78%.]

[Note: "It was shattered to pieces along with the swordsman in the molten lava and the deadly winds... yet it still yearns to awaken again."]

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"The entire body is made of pure gold (Adamantium)... If it is undamaged, it should be of excellent quality."

Fran gently stroked the blade, producing a clear, metallic hum.

“Great, the gift for Haida is settled.”

She still remembered promising Haida a piece from her collection at the border. But the items in her own collection were either unsuitable as a gift or too dangerous to exist in the world... It was a difficult choice.

And this sword is a perfect match. The Silent Sister is a nun, and Heda is also a nun; their expertise is a perfect fit.

Of course, Fran also needs to do some repair work before sending it out, as handing over defective products directly to others would violate her code of conduct.

But this led her to a new problem... This guy had no knowledge of forging or smelting, and you could even say he knew nothing about it.

"Seven. Let's go to the Sunforge Order in the East District later. Those strong men who believe in the sun should have the rituals and secret techniques to smelt refined gold."

Fran immediately made up his mind and then began planning the next steps.

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Inorington East, Sun Tower.

This is the Norrington branch of the Sunforge, one of the four major orthodox churches. The sect's headquarters are located in Atilan, a land of shifting sands. There, the sun shines brightest and the mountains are most majestic; it is the sacred land of the Sunforge's "fire chasers."

The three towering towers resembled a massive forge, their tops spewing flames and smoke.

Fran had come a few times before to treat these guys' heatstroke, and each time she could feel the heat enveloping her, which was quite uncomfortable. Although it wasn't unbearable, she hated the sticky feeling of her clothes after sweating.

"Hmm... something's not right."

Fran frowned slightly, her amber-gold eyes narrowing. She no longer felt the usual warmth; this ever-burning tower... seemed to have grown cold.

"Hello, is anyone home?"

With a very ominous feeling, Fran pushed open the door of the tower.

The once grand main hall, which should have been filled with craftsmen and reception staff, was now eerily quiet and silent. Not a single forge was still burning, and the clean blue brick floor was inexplicably covered with grayish-white embers.

"Why does it have to be me who gets into this trouble? I just came here to reforge my power sword... Could it be that using 'APTX-4869' on Michaela has given me the bad luck of the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student...?"

Fran touched his forehead and let out a sigh filled with frustration.

She slowly bent down, extended her slender index finger covered in stitches, dipped it in some grayish-white embers, and sniffed it lightly.

"Fresh ashes."

She wiped the remaining ash from her fingertips and began to examine each puddle of ash on the ground one by one.

“Each pool of ash comes from a different person… Burning bones requires temperatures above 900 degrees Celsius, and there is no enclosed environment like a crematorium. This means the actual temperatures these people experienced were even higher.”

"But the environment of the main hall was not damaged in any way, with only traces of the original smoke from the forge."

Fran thought for a moment, then put on white, greasy rubber gloves to prevent disturbing the scene.

"Let's see if there are any survivors first, and while we're at it, let's go to the Sun Forging Order's library to appreciate their forging techniques... Although I don't like blacksmithing, it's not really realistic to ask them for help in the current situation."

After some time, she arrived at the Suncasting Order's library.

The once heavily guarded depths of the tower were now completely empty, with only a few pale ashes drifting in the wind along the corridors.

"Although the Sunforge Order has been declining in recent years, and this is a branch... its foundation is still intact, and it shouldn't have been wiped out so quietly in such a short time."

Fran was quite certain that the division's destruction would happen within a day... around last night.

The ashes on the ground still retained their shape, not scattered by the wind. Moreover, they smelled dry and fresh, not yet tainted by the morning dampness.

She quickly swept across the numerous metal bookshelves, sifting through the forging techniques, and finally found a somewhat tattered book titled "The Art of Metal Melting Ritual." It recorded some second-class rituals for smelting relic metals.

After spending a few minutes, Fran quickly flipped through the entire book and then put it back on the shelf as it was, indicating that he had completely understood it.

"The problem of molten metal has been solved. Now we need some books on sword forging... but it might be a bit difficult to learn quickly."

She wandered through the spacious library, muttering to herself, and found that the bookshelves at the far end of the room had been overturned, with piles of yellowed paper records stacked up like small mountains. At the same time, three unconscious people were buried among them, groaning unconsciously.

"There really are survivors... Judging from their clothing, they should be fire chasers of the Sunforge. Hopefully, some of them know how to forge swords."

Fran slowly stepped forward and, after checking, learned that the three people's vital signs were stable and they did not require emergency treatment.

"But...could the real culprit be among them?"

Thinking of this, Fran's eyes flickered slightly. Suddenly, a desire to recite a famous line arose within him.

"Flowing water has no shape, drifting wind leaves no trace. The reasoning behind any case depends on the heart; the only one who can uncover the truth is someone who appears to be a young girl but possesses extraordinary wisdom—"

"Cough cough!"

Just then, one of the survivors suddenly coughed twice, showing signs of waking up.

Fran immediately shut up, quickly patted his cheeks to control his expression, and put on a friendly but not obsequious business smile.

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In front of the Sun Tower, a man in a police officer's uniform opened the car door, helped the people out, and bowed slightly to them.

"Ms. Silverfeather Hydra, Sister Haida, Agent Vivian. Thank you all."

The police station, under the jurisdiction of Norlington City Hall, only maintains the most basic security and is, in a sense, a subordinate replacement for the Hunters Order. However, as the City Hall's control over Norlington has weakened, most ordinary cases in recent years have also been handled by the Hunters.

Silver Feather Hydra nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then led Haida and Vivian into the colossal tower that resembled a blast furnace.

"Manager Silverfeather Hydra, could you tell me why I was specifically chosen to participate in this mission?"

After confirming that she was far away from the police station near the city hall, Haida asked Yin Yuli, somewhat puzzled. Strictly speaking... she was still on leave and had the right to refuse any overtime work outside of regulations.

"Tch. You make it sound like you don't want to come."

Silver Hydra took out a slender women's cigarette, lit it with Alvin's kerosene lighter, took a light puff, and exhaled a wisp of smoke with a minty aroma.

"The person who filed the report this time said they wanted to see you. I figured you were probably bored, so I brought you along."

"And what about me?" Vivian asked tentatively.

"Oh... Vivian, when did you arrive?"

Silver Hydra raised an eyebrow, revealing a surprised expression.