In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Lorenzo pursed his lips and patted Anno on the shoulder: "Please do your best to heal Simonetta."

Anno looked at Lorenzo, unsure of what to say.

My heart was filled with fear, but in the end, I chose to tell the truth: "I...may not be able to do it."

“I know,” Lorenzo forced a smile, “but do your best.”

Anno nodded, walked away silently, and got into the carriage that Luslan had brought.

This was a home visit that was destined to fail.

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Chapter 215 Simonetta's Death

Anno returned to his mansion with the documents.

On the carriage, he asked his old servant, "Ruslan, is what I'm doing now even meaningful?"

Anno's long-standing success made it difficult for him to accept this feeling of failure, and after his Aunt Anna passed away, he also enjoyed talking to Butler Ruslan more and more.

Anno's actual skill level has surpassed that of most barefoot doctors in Florence and many medical students at the university.

Ruslan remained silent for a moment.

He didn't know how to answer.

He could only resort to human ways of comforting: "Sir, do what you want to do."

Anno smiled. Although Ruslan was usually quiet, the old butler gave off a warm feeling: "Thank you, Ruslan."

"You're welcome, sir," Luslan replied with a smile.

Why do you enjoy talking to me, sir?

I usually try my best to minimize my presence, though it's still not as noticeable as "back then".

They appear very wealthy on the outside, but in reality they have no connection with humans at all.

Can someone like me still be relied upon?

I can't understand it, and I don't want to understand it.

I just need to keep doing my own thing.

Look, this is the only thing I need to do.

Ruslan swung the reins, propelling the carriage forward.

Anno sat in the bumpy carriage, reviewing Mrs. Simonetta's medical records, and rubbed his temples.

..........

"Lawrence, how's it going?" Harley greeted Anno with a smile.

Adroson also came over and said in a childish voice, "Father."

Although Anno longed to embrace his wife and children, he held back.

"Harley, Rosson, don't hug me."

"What's wrong, darling?" Harley asked, puzzled.

Anno gave a wry smile: "Mrs. Simonetta suffers from a cough."

"I see." Harley understood.

Anno directly summarized some experiences from the data and observed some cases in Florence, and came to a conclusion.

Coughing is contagious, and quite likely. He had just warned Julius about this, but Julius didn't seem to take it seriously.

Although Anno is outwardly Catholic, after the passing of his Uncle Ferdinand and Aunt Anna, he no longer believes in Catholicism.

But he won't say it, because he knows how he'll be treated if he does.

He took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and came out of the bathroom.

He loves taking baths and takes one almost every two or three days. If he sweats a lot, he even takes one every day.

This habit continued among everyone at the Anno residence, and even Leonardo da Vinci and Verrocchio next door took to it.

There's no other reason than that taking a bath is just so comfortable.

Anno, Halle, and Adroson shared a brief hug, and the family sat down at the dining table.

"How is Mrs. Simonetta doing?" Harley asked Anno after taking a sip of soup.

Anno held the bowl and sighed, "That little girl...Harley, Simonetta estimates she doesn't have long to live."

He stared at the ceiling: "My skills... are not enough to save her."

He took out his handwritten notes from his cloth bag: "Take a look at this first."

Harley nodded and took the manuscript from Anno.

“Coughing up blood, chest pain, difficulty breathing…” Harley murmured.

She swallowed hard.

Even someone like her, who knows absolutely nothing about medicine, could see how terrifying this illness was.

“Right now, Mrs. Simonetta is practically teetering on the brink of death.” Anno nodded and sighed, “It’s hard to believe she’s only fifteen…”

“Yes…” Harley’s mood also darkened. “What do you want to do, darling?”

She wouldn't ask her husband to cure Simonetta; she knew she shouldn't put pressure on her loved one when she was feeling down.

“I plan to go to the University of Vienna to discuss Mrs. Simonetta’s condition with those professors.” Anno picked up his soup and took a sip. Chatting during meals is a common feature of Italian dining. “Although… the chances are slim.”

“Her condition is too serious. If Mr. Julius had discovered Simonetta’s illness earlier, things might have been much better.”

"Do what you want, I'll take care of things at home," Harley said with a smile, placing the empty bowl on a plate.

"Thank you, Harley." Anno gently stroked Harley's long, wavy, burgundy hair.

"Father, Mother, I've finished eating." Little Adroson struggled to stand on tiptoe and put the bowl on the table.

“Adroson is great, come here and let your father give you a hug.” Anno stretched out his hands to Adroson.

"Hmm!" Adroson opened his arms.

Anno held his son in his arms and embraced his wife: "I am the happiest person in the world. What I am doing now is definitely not meaningless."

"What I want is not some lofty ideal, but simply to prevent tragedy from happening to me again."

"Yes, Daddy is the best!" Adroson kissed Anno.

“You’ll be the best too!” Anno patted Adroson’s head and said with a smile.

......

The next morning, Anno set off, accompanied only by Luslan.

After about ten days, the master and servant finally arrived in Vienna.

Anno only stayed there for a short time before returning to Florence with regret and despair.

Those professors were indeed very knowledgeable, and Anno learned a lot from their interactions. However, even these highly respected and learned professors were helpless when faced with Simonetta's symptoms as described by Anno.

Powerless, powerless, powerless.

This feeling lingered in Anno's heart.

He is a person with high expectations of himself and hates this feeling of powerlessness.

And after returning to Florence, the bad news still came.

Halfway home in Anno's carriage, Julius's wife, the most beautiful woman in Florence, the stunningly beautiful fifteen-year-old girl Simonetta, had already passed away.

Anno only had time to attend Simonetta's funeral.

Neither Julius nor Lorenzo blamed Anno, after all, they had both witnessed Simonetta's situation.

But as Anno watched Julius grieving over Simonetta's tombstone, he clenched his fists.

The funeral was attended by many people, including many of Anno's acquaintances such as Verrocchio and several of his fellow apprentices from the studio, as well as many other onlookers.

After all, it's quite rare for someone to have both a wedding and a funeral within a year.

Uncle Ferdinand's death made Anno truly realize the terror of death.

The departure of Aunt Anna led Anno to decide to study medicine in order to prevent such horrific tragedies.

Simonetta's death left Anno with a profound sense of powerlessness.

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Chapter 216 I Dissected a Chicken

November 1476.

The sky over Florence was overcast, much like the man's mood.

There was both regret and indignation at being unable to save a beautiful life, as well as deep self-doubt.

People who have never experienced failure are prone to developing this mindset.

Verrocchio had gained a bit of weight in the last two years. He greeted Harley and walked onto the rooftop of Anno's mansion, watching her somewhat lonely figure.

He remembered the young man he had seen yesterday at Mrs. Simonetta's funeral, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted, a picture of resentment.

With a sigh, the teacher walked over to the student.

"Simonetta...she's gone."

Anno looked up at Verrocchio and said in a low voice, "Hmm."

Verrocchio smacked his lips, sat down next to Anno, and patted the genius student on the shoulder.

“You don’t need to blame yourself, Lawrence.”

"I...I just feel like I'm a little..."

"Don't feel anything." Verrocchio's calloused hand slammed onto Anno's head.