The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Author: Hezi

Synopsis: The protagonist is a young doctor named "Fran".

The story takes place in a city called Norrington, where Fran will follow the guidance of the [Medical Module] to run a "Foggy Street Clinic" and continuously complete "home visits" in the [Overworld] or "instances" to earn consultation fees and improve his "medical skills".

She will meet patients with different personalities and unique abilities during her house calls—and gradually uncover the truth of the "world".

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Single, Cultist Simulator, Flandre, Soulbound, Weird, Warhammer, and contains many other elements (see related works for details).

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However, the original introduction format is really interesting. I've decided to use it anyway!

Chapter 1. The Strange Doctor

At dusk.

The blood-red setting sun had already sunk, leaving only a dim, fading glow. As night fell, the stars and moon arrived as promised, accompanying the boundless night sky.

A gray and gloomy fog rose and lingered, accompanied by heavy snowflakes that blanketed the entire neighborhood.

For a moment, the world was nothing but a raging, gray-white expanse.

Among the many dark and silent shops, only one inconspicuous little clinic was still lit up... seemingly open 24/7.

A young girl dressed in a white doctor's coat sat diagonally in a seat by the window.

Her deep amber-gold eyes, reflected in the dim light, gazed unfocusedly at the chaotic wind and snow outside the window, appearing serene and tranquil, like an oil painting.

...The drifting snowflakes always evoke memories of the past.

Fran rubbed his temples, and some past events began to surface in his mind.

At that time, she had not yet arrived in Norrington, that ancient ruin teeming with evil and on the verge of collapse...

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When Fran arrived here, he was about twenty-four years old and a normal eight-year direct-entry doctoral student.

Before she was lured here as a doctor by a "system" that was shaped like a cloud of mist, she used another name, Liu, and was not even a girl.

Fran was a pseudonym she casually picked up when she first arrived, inspired by a famous science fiction character... However, she has used this name for a long time and it is now becoming indistinguishable from her real name.

Since she has become accustomed to and familiar with her current name and identity, her previous name is no longer important and can be left unmentioned.

It should be noted that Fran's personality is somewhat unique... you could even call it eccentric.

Her professional skills are exceptional, making her one of the best among her colleagues in clinical medicine. She seems to have an innate passion for the intricate network of nerves, the complex structure of bones and blood, and the pulsating organs.

She enjoys things that would cause most people physical discomfort, and even finds pleasure in them... to the point that her mentors regard her as the white moonlight of their teaching careers.

But at the same time, this guy also has a strange and inappropriate sense of humor.

For example, she can perform organ repositioning while smiling and telling interesting jokes to those around her, and most of them are very appropriate to the occasion.

"A healthy intestine can be removed and put back in on its own. The human body is amazing, isn't it..."

Fran wasn't short of friends, nor was she short of people who saw her as an oddball. But she didn't really care about any of that; she was just annoyed by it all... To her, managing unnecessary relationships was tedious and boring.

Sometimes, a middle-aged boss with a big head of fat is much more repulsive than a dry but pure academic subject.

This is why people often tell aspiring medical graduates, "Silly kid, run!"

Her casual medical practice in this clinic located in Fog Street, occasionally conducting small experiments with patients, and being hunted down as heretics by hunters from certain cults... in a sense, it also liberates her "nature".

A monster called the Evil Heir, a heretical cult that believes in blood sacrifice, and diseases and death everywhere... Sigh... Living in the cracks between these things every day, she felt more and more fulfilled with her life.

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[Dear Dr. Fran, your monthly outpatient appointment has been triggered. The target is 'Hida Moira,' the funeral attendant of the 'Hunter's Order.' Please begin treatment as soon as possible; she is expected to die within 10 minutes.]

"Choosing this time for work? Seriously, are you trying to torture the doctor?"

A pale, slender hand pushed open the clinic door from the inside out, braving the wind and snow, and Fran stepped into the snow-covered street.

She carried the medicine box and rubbed her slightly dark circles under her eyes with her fingers covered in stitches.

"Sigh... I can't quit anyway, so I'll just have to make do."

She sighed languidly, her figure gradually disappearing into the snow mist.

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Flesh and blood throbbed wildly, tentacles danced erratically, and blazing flames burned fiercely in the wind and snow, yet remained unextinguished...

What was once an ordinary snowy alleyway has now been transformed into an infernal hell.

Haida stood amidst the corpses of enemies and inhuman evil offspring, silently and mechanically pulling the trigger of her pistol.

Her long, black nun's robes billowed and fell, revealing her slender waist and the leather armor covering it.

The flashes of gunfire streaked across her deep chestnut eyes, illuminating the crazed, contorted faces of the enemies around her.

After the fleeting light faded, everything was instantly swallowed up by a tidal wave of darkness.

Those laughing faces and twitching flesh were instantly torn apart by the bombardment of the steel-core bullets, falling in a shower of blood and gore.

In just one exchange, Haida emptied her magazine again, completing the takedown of each target within her field of vision.

When, when, when.

The spent cartridge case fell to the ground with a pleasant, crisp sound, like the strings of a harp being plucked.

With a flick of her nun's robe, two large-caliber pistols were tucked back into her waistband. When she reappeared, she held a simple wooden-handled folding knife in each hand.

At this moment, besides the brass shell casings that had been thrown out, there were also many spare magazines that had been carelessly discarded by the four.

She just fired her last round of bullets, which means... this is the final moment of close combat.

"The last five evil offspring..."

Two folding knives transformed into scattered, cold glints in her hands. Two enemies, whose upper bodies had completely turned into tentacles, were cleaved into neat, square pieces in this fatal slash, falling into the pool of filthy blood on the ground with a soft thud.

"three."

Haida was breathing heavily, so much so that her voice was somewhat muffled as she counted.

This was the third time she felt exhausted; her body was truly on the verge of collapse.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent two folding knives flying, slicing through the air with a sharp crack before striking the two men squarely between the eyebrows.

The sharp blade pierced straight through the tough forehead bone and penetrated deep into the brain.

"There's one left..."

Just then, a malevolent offspring that had been lurking in the shadows for a long time suddenly appeared and pounced on Haida, knocking her down into the blood.

He had completely lost his human form; his skin was completely covered by tentacles, and a foul stench assaulted the senses.

She was crushed by this immense force, her ribs unable to withstand the pressure, making several crisp cracking sounds as they broke.

In an instant, the evil offspring had pressed its barbed mandibles close to her carotid artery.

But Haida is even faster!

As the creature extended its proboscis, she had already reached out and grabbed its neck with her dominant hand. The force was so great that her fingers dug deep into the muscles beneath the tentacles, her nails embedding into its spine.

"With the blood of the hunter, I pledge my oath to the hunt. Die with me—even in hell, I will continue to kill you!"

As the short prayer was uttered, an injection device suddenly popped out from the leather armor attached to Haida's spine, injecting a vial of medicine into her body.

Her arms were well-proportioned and firm, with bulging muscles and veins that looked like snakes.

The next moment, the spine of the evil offspring was pulled out along with its head, revealing a network of nerves and blood vessels.

"call--"

She tossed the pale spine in her hand aside like trash. She exhaled a wisp of white mist as if relieved, then began to cough violently.

Crimson blood silently gushed from the several piercing wounds on her chest, soaking her nun's robe and close-fitting leather armor, seemingly unstoppable.

"Cough, cough. It seems this is where it ends... It's really... a bit disheartening..."

Her body was already at its limit, and now she lay slumped among the corpses and blood, unable even to get up.

The organs are failing uncontrollably, and the muscles are dissolving almost in a frenzied manner.

The overloaded drive of her body made her more brutal and frenzied in battle than those terrifying evil beings of the cult, while still ensuring that every movement was as precise and perfect as a machine.

But after the cellular frenzy subsided, this frail, riddled-with-holes body would also face its demise. The final dose of medicine further accelerated this disintegration.

Even though Haida honed her body day and night like a sword forging, compared to the terrifying evil offspring worshipped by these esoteric sects, her mortal body still deserved the word "weak".

She felt her consciousness gradually disintegrating, a chill penetrating her limbs and bones, and her vision sinking into darkness.

Before she completely lost consciousness and went into shock, she vaguely saw a slender figure dressed in white gradually walking towards her.

"Good night, Sister. What a coincidence, you're also working the night shift? Interested in receiving community-based treatment? Not covered by medical insurance, you know?"

"Hey, hey, hey, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes, okay?"

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Fran looked around at the shattered corpses that had lost all biological characteristics, the splattered black blood, and the crumbling walls, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The clergy these days are getting more and more overworked... Not only do they have to work night shifts, but it's also dangerous work. I wonder if the clergy will reimburse workers for injuries."

She uttered a vague, unintelligible complaint, then bent down to carefully observe the patient's specific condition.

Pierced internal organs, extensive muscle damage, almost all her ribs shattered... Oh, and she even had adrenaline poisoning...

After reaching a preliminary conclusion, she opened her medicine box, took out a handheld circular saw, and skillfully attached a steel saw blade to it.

As the saw blade began to spin at high speed, emitting a rumbling noise, Fran gradually brought the circular saw closer to Haida's chest.

A dull cutting sound rang out... Haida's nun's robe and corset were torn in two, revealing her blood-stained chest.

Although the process was a bit frightening, it was the quickest way to expose the wound. She didn't have the time to unbutton her clothes one by one.

"Oh, this nun has such strong muscles all over her body..."

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Fran was still immediately drawn to Haida's classically beautiful muscles.

Glossy skin, well-defined abs, an impeccable waist-to-hip ratio, and a perfectly toned six-pack...

Such an impeccable human body deserves a thorough examination... but if we waste any more time now, this dying nun will truly be dead.

Fran skillfully put on gloves, and somehow found himself holding a round lancet in his hand. He then took out a row of unidentified preparations from his medicine box and arranged them in order.

"It's not easy to handle too much with the snow falling. Let's focus on emergency treatment first, and we can do the surgery when we get back."

"Next up is content that is not suitable for children..."

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Foggy Street Clinic.

The morning light streaming through the window shone on Haida's face, and she frowned slightly, feeling a little dazzled.

And for some reason, a strange sensation came from my abdomen, like the rubbing of my fingertips.

Wait, where am I? I'm not dead? (Hand over)

The drowsy haze that had clouded her thoughts vanished instantly, and reason took over in a flash.

The instant she opened her eyes, she locked onto the person in front of her, and then, with lightning speed, reached out and grabbed their neck.

The neck felt soft and delicate, so much so that Haida hesitated to apply any pressure for a moment.

"Who are you, and where is this?" (A group of people)

Her question was calm and brief, lacking much hostility, yet carrying an undeniable sense of coercion.

"You can call me Fran. I'm the doctor at this clinic. Um... you're currently located at No. 13 North End, Fog Street Clinic, Norrington."

The speaker was a young girl dressed in a white doctor's coat.

The doctor had long, light-colored hair that reached her waist, with delicate braids at her temples, and deep amber-gold eyes.

It's no exaggeration to say that she was beautiful... but the stitches on her neck and fingers ruined that beauty and instead added a touch of eeriness.

"...How did I get here?"