The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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The next moment, Haida frowned slightly, and a clear look of surprise appeared in her gray-chestnut eyes.

Rotten blood, embers, evil things, and rusty meshes everywhere... Inside the house, none of the above exists.

The heavy snow, drifting like fluffy reeds, blanketed everything in sight, and stepping inside felt like entering a completely new world.

With a slightly unreal, dreamlike feeling, Haida stepped through the door, her hunting boots instantly submerged by ankle-deep snow.

As expected, the "Hill of Silence" is not the real world.

Or perhaps, this town operates under some kind of rule that it is not yet aware of... Haida continued forward against the howling gray-white snowstorm.

Aside from the snow, the place wasn't completely deserted. Shops from the town could be seen lining both sides of the street, though they were much older and carried a faint sense of familiarity. Even pedestrians could be seen on the street in the distance.

"Cough cough..."

A faint, mosquito-like breath escaped Haida's ear. (Qiu)

The nun, thanks to the enhanced physique gained from her surgery, could withstand the cold relatively easily, but Flamel, dressed in light clothing, found it difficult to endure the biting winter wind. Furthermore, having just undergone surgical debridement, her pale face now bore an unhealthy flush.

Perhaps the wound on my foot caused some kind of inflammation...

Heda removed the overcoat from her black nun's robe and wrapped it around the girl. She then held her tighter, hoping to slow the rate of hypothermia.

Just then, the tightly closed wooden door of a shop next door opened. Immediately, a gentle and soft female voice, tinged with anxiety, rang out.

“Nun, why aren’t you wearing your winter hunting attire? And the girl in your arms is so thinly dressed… Come inside quickly, there’s the heaviest snowfall in years.”

The visitor was a young woman dressed in a white doctor's coat.

Her appearance wasn't outstanding, but her features were harmonious and possessed a touch of gentleness. She was the type that easily evoked a good impression. Every gesture she made exuded genuine enthusiasm.

Faced with this unexpected invitation, Haida hesitated for a moment, but ultimately went inside with her.

This is a small but exquisite medical station.

A faint scent of chlorine disinfectant lingered in the room, not particularly pungent. Firewood crackled slowly in the stone stove, a soothing sound. Several children huddled around the fire, warming their hands in the flames; though simply dressed, they appeared clean.

Inside the medical station.

Another tall, slender female doctor, with slanted eyes, raised a hand to gently touch the beauty mark beside her cheek, glancing somewhat helplessly at Viola, whose hair was still streaked with frost. She looked equally young, seemingly only in her early twenties.

"Vioira, you've brought a child back again?"

“I’m sorry, Marian…” Q

Viola placed her hands low in front of her abdomen, a hint of apology in her eyes.

"Why are you apologizing to me? With snow like this today, if we didn't bring it back, we'd probably freeze to death without anywhere to keep warm. Do you think I'm that cold-blooded?" N

Marian stepped forward and lightly tapped her index finger, about to tap Viola on the head. Viola protected her forehead and smiled.

“Of course I know Marian is a good person. Also, today, besides a girl… there was an injured colleague.”

"Colleague? Which department?"

Marian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. There hadn't been any dangerous field missions lately; could it be that the Secret Service had assigned her something secret?

Viola began to explain calmly and clearly.

"It was a funeral maid with a girl. Both of them were injured, and the girl was hypothermic."

“I shouldn’t have doubted other possibilities…after all, almost all of our work comes from the guys at Funeral Home.”

Marian sighed softly, as if resigned to her fate, and then walked towards the storeroom.

"Thank goodness, at least the bills from the funeral home can be reimbursed... Phew, I still need to organize your medicine storeroom. If you're too busy due to serious injuries, remember to call me. Or if you need any special medications, just bring the prescription."

"Yes, thank you, Marian."

Viola nodded lightly.

She then picked up the ginger tea that had been boiled in the kettle and a basket of baked cookies, and returned to the main hall of the clinic.

The two women's conversation took place in the corridor next to the storeroom. Although Haida vaguely sensed from the noise that there were other people in the clinic, she was unable to determine their specific identities.

Viola poured two cups of ginger tea and placed them on the tea table, calmly observing the tall nun before her.

She reeked of blood, as if she had just been in a fierce battle. She had wounds on her shoulder and back, which had been hastily bandaged. Her weapons were unusually complete, as if she had just returned to Norrington from a foreign land.

“My colleague from the Funeral Home, my name is Viola, and I am a physician from the Medical Department. May I ask how I should address you, and about this child?”

"Just call me Heida. This child is my friend... Flamel."

As she spoke, Haida displayed the platinum pendant on her chest, its horizontal ridge resembling both an eye and a mouth, the very emblem of the Hunter of Mysteries.

At the same time, Rain Han:ba唔粶♂∴san』＝俬『∨〖er Viola also saw the brass signet ring on her index finger, which symbolized her supervisor.

This nun is a supervisor? When did the funeral home have such a young supervisor?

"Hmm... don't you like ginger tea? It's very effective at warming you up."

Seeing that Haida showed no intention of drinking tea, Viola asked curiously.

"Miss Viola, please take a look at Flamel's current condition first."

Haida had a bit of a psychological aversion to drinking tea at a stranger's house, so she didn't answer and subtly changed the subject.

Viola didn't dwell on this point. Seeing that Haida seemed even more worried about the girl's safety than she was, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

Marian always said that the hunters at Funeral Home were all heartless, paranoid lunatics, but now it seems that's not entirely true.

"Please rest assured, Sister Haida. She just has a bit of hypothermia, but her condition is relatively stable. Give her some anti-inflammatory medicine and take good care of the wound on her foot."

"Also, your wounds need further treatment. Although this simple bandage made of clothing can stop the bleeding, it is very easy to get infected."

Viola pointed to the skirt on Flamel's straitjacket, which was noticeably shorter than expected, and then to the injuries on Heida's shoulder and back. She was clearly aware of the two's condition.

“…Mm.” Haida nodded in agreement.

Feeling the warm glow of the wood-burning stove in the small clinic and the presence of children, she couldn't help but relax a little. A sense of confusion also welled up within her.

The mansion embodies the "Chief Hunter," while this place embodies the Hunter's Medical Station during a heavy snowfall in Norrington... This is the known information.

Can the doctor named Viola be trusted? Is all of this some kind of established rule, or a malicious trap?

There is an inseparable connection between the scenes depicted on the Hill of Silence. But... what exactly is it?

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Chapter Ninety-Four: The Long-Forgotten Echoes [The Hill of Silence]

Under Dr. Viola's warm invitation and her expectant gaze, Haida finally drank the ginger tea that she had personally brewed.

San had already entered the Hunter's Medical Station and would likely need to receive treatment later. Rather than worrying about whether a cup of tea had been tampered with, it was more important to be concerned about the safety of the medicine and other supplies.

Orange peel, ginger shreds, and tea leaves create a slightly spicy sensation as you swallow. A warm feeling, dispelling the chill, then spreads throughout your body.

"Are you feeling better?"

Viola watched as Haida's expression gradually relaxed, a gentle smile appearing in her eyes.

In her view, the hunters of the Funeral Court should not be called paranoid; that would be unfair to them.

A group of lone travelers teetering on the edge of life and death, spending their days hunting and killing in an effort to protect more people... Who has the right to criticize their numbness and indifference?

Perhaps it is precisely because hunters can only trust "themselves" that they appear so perceptive and neurotic. Even with their flaws, they should still be called "heroes."

"Yeah, much better."

Haida put down her ceramic teacup and gave her a brief response.

While urging the nun to have some tea, Viola didn't forget to carefully check Flamel's physical condition. She removed the gauze from the girl's feet, her brows furrowing slightly with a hint of concern.

"There are many small cuts. They don't look like they were left by barbed wire or spikes... are they broken glass?"

“Yes.” Haida confirmed Viola’s judgment.

"I need to take another look."

As she spoke, Viola meticulously examined the wounds on her feet and the spaces between her toes, searching for any remaining fragments or glass filaments that hadn't been properly cleaned.

These tiny, sharp objects can easily remain in a wound, causing it to ulcerate and become infected.

A moment later, Viola put down the medical instruments she was using for the examination, her tone a mixture of surprise and approval.

"Hmm... the wound cleaning was done very well, there's absolutely no foreign object residue. Sister, you must have extensive experience in battlefield medics, right?"

"I once served as the head nurse for a very good doctor."

Haida very honestly briefly described the sources of her medical experience.

Of course, she wouldn't mention that she, as the "head nurse," mostly participated in medical research as a "test subject"...

Jiuweiola clasped her hands together with a hint of anticipation.

"A skilled doctor? I also wish I could have a skilled senior as my mentor. But taking care of the children at the medical station is enough to keep me busy, and I've never had the opportunity to pursue further studies."

"Little Flamel's foot wound is fine now; she just needs some anti-inflammatory medication. Hmm... but she's unhealthily thin and needs some extra nutrition."

She picked up a cotton swab and applied an anti-inflammatory solution to the soles of Flamel's feet, then draped a blanket over her.

After confirming that the girl's breathing was still even and steady and that she had not woken up from her deep sleep, Viola turned her gaze back to Haida.

"Now it's your turn, Sister."

"My current treatment is sufficient; no further treatment is needed..."

Ling Haida intended to decline, but Viola gave her no chance to continue making excuses and arrived at her side in the blink of an eye carrying a box of medical equipment.

Wu: "At the medical station, you have to listen to the doctor!"

She stepped forward and gently pressed her thumbs against Haida's brows, as if trying to break down the cold, hard protective layer.

“Miss Haida, even if you are a funeral director, you can’t avoid seeking medical help. It’s a bad habit of the older generation of hunters, but you are still so young…”

"it is good."

Haida nodded slightly and did not continue to refuse treatment.

The damage inflicted on him by the "Chief Hunter" in the first mansion was real, and the "medical station" in the second residential building should also be able to heal him.

Moreover, she did not feel any danger at the level of psychic awareness, physical sensation, or intuition... The risks of receiving treatment were probably within an acceptable range.

Seeing that Haida was no longer insistent on her opinion, Viola promptly took action, cutting open the fabric covering the wound on her shoulder blade to examine it.

"My God..."

At first glance, she gasped in surprise, covering her mouth.

A gruesome, penetrating wound tore through the entire shoulder, revealing pale bone beneath the tangled, shattered flesh. But even more unbelievable... the bleeding had stopped, and the damaged tissue was showing signs of healing.

If it were an ordinary person, they would be lying in a hospital bed groaning right now. Yet she talked to me so casually for so long?

“Sister…please let me see the wound on your back.” Viola’s voice was tinged with difficulty.

Heda gracefully lifted the top of her nun's robe, revealing the well-defined sacrospinalis and latissimus dorsi muscles of her back. Her muscles were not excessively large, but rather possessed a beautiful, aesthetically pleasing physique.

What beautiful muscle definition... cough, now's not the time to think about that!

Viola bit her lower lip, forcibly banishing distracting thoughts, and continued to focus on the treatment.

Haida's back injury was equally serious. If it weren't for the tough ribs that blocked the throne for a moment, her internal organs would probably be a pile of shattered pieces.

"call……"

Viola exhaled, trying to calm the shock that lingered in her mind.

A stiff neck will cause the person to walk with a crooked neck, and a leg ache will cause the person to walk with a limp. Yet, despite suffering such an injury, she showed absolutely no abnormality in her speech or demeanor during this time?

“Sister, your health is truly excellent.”

After pondering for a long time, Viola finally uttered a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

"I know." Haida accepted the other party's assessment without any psychological burden.

Recently, her enemies have been calling her either "humanoid evil heir" or "freak," to the point that she's almost gotten used to it.

"Although the wound has begun to heal on its own and there are no obvious signs of infection, some debris inside the wound is still attached to the bone and flesh and has not been completely removed. If left untreated, it may affect the condition after recovery...deep debridement is required."

"Please wait a moment while I prepare the anesthetic drugs."

With that, Viola got up and headed to the storeroom.

Haida grabbed her wrist, stopping the doctor's hurried steps.