The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

In fact, the entire suturing process was unnecessary. As long as Sigrid's condition remained stable, she could easily repair wounds like this.

"Sigrid, you must be a little tired too. Why don't you take this opportunity to get some sleep?"

Fran stepped forward slowly and draped a blouse and robe over Sigrid.

"Even if you don't feel sleepy, you should still make sure to get adequate rest and relaxation. Just like most dragons like to sleep for a hundred years... cough, but actually they are just simply prone to sleepiness."

"Um……"

Sigrid was indeed very tired, and after listening to Fran's soft and guiding whispers, she immediately felt sleepy.

Her eyelashes, like golden threads, closed up and down, and she fell into a deep sleep, her even and gentle breathing quietly rising and falling.

Fran gently wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and tidied her damp hair. Then she gestured for Haida to carry her back to the room.

"It's sometimes much easier to put adults to sleep than to put children to sleep, at least you don't have to tell them bedtime stories."

As Fran watched Haida's retreating figure disappear into the corridor, he narrowed his eyes and felt a strange sense of relief.

"It's great that I don't have to do the work of moving patients myself anymore."

"September went by so fast, it's almost the end of the month. I guess I've been too obsessed with Sigrid's body lately..."

Fran lowered his head slightly, and the hazy, dark fog had somehow reached above his ankles, spreading out in a rolling motion.

"I achieved Apollyon (Abyss) level completion for the June quarterly outpatient service, so this time the difficulty should be lower. However, the overall difficulty in September is quite high, so it shouldn't be boring."

She then covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and stretched her somewhat stiff, slender waist.

uncle---

March is a month of laziness, Tsuruko, you didn't write anything again today. Have you forgotten your previous writing plan? You can't keep going like this!

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Paradox of Recollection [The Last Nun]

A hazy, ethereal mist swirled around Fran, surging and spreading as if alive, like the grand skirt of a ceremonial robe unfurled.

"Dr. Fran, is your consultation time today?"

San Haida stood quietly outside the operating room, having clearly already returned the sleeping Sigrid to her bedroom.

"Yes, that's right."

Lingfulan casually put her hands behind her back, narrowed her amber eyes, and looked at Haida with great interest.

"Sister Haida, I can't guarantee that this house call won't last for several years like the last one... Although this is indeed rare, it's still possible for it to happen repeatedly."

"Please don't worry about that, I can handle it."

Haida needs some time to study the secret arts in "The Sayings of Silence" to refine the corresponding magical models in her mind.

Therefore, the time span of a trip to a border region, measured in years, becomes more acceptable...

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’s great to be able to travel with Sister Heda again… However, this house call will be more dangerous than the last one, so you’d better be mentally prepared and get used to the ‘differences’ beforehand.”

Fran picked up the small medicine box in front of the operating table, put away the reagents and instruments, and then closed it.

She then straightened the lapel of her suit jacket, looking as if she were preparing to go on a long trip.

Although Fran lives alone at the Fog Street Clinic year-round, he doesn't actually dislike having someone accompany him on house calls.

Just like Holmes and Watson, Poirot and Hastings, a reliable friend can provide unexpected help at times.

For Fran, Haida's presence was enough to spare her from the torment of most physical labor.

...The mist thickened, and the two figures gradually disappeared into it.

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[Cross-disciplinary quarterly house call begins. You are about to visit "Shishem Mental Hospital," and this house call will be conducted by two people.]

[Patient: The nameless nun who wanders eternally.]

[Patient File: A desperate nun wanders aimlessly through the grand ruins of an ancient city. She has forgotten her vows, the commandments she followed, and even her own name… She is now merely an empty shell filled with the obsessions of the past. End her suffering, or…?]

Symptoms: Paranoid personality disorder (end stage).

[Warning: This is one of the millions of branches that have split and drooped from the ancient banyan tree. Remain in awe, remain fearful. What you witness may be a glimpse into the future you will eventually experience, or it may be a fleeting moment that will never come.]

[Starting to accept patients for '⊙hedgehog folding' purchasing agent {：∴ˉ♀※∠∮·＇ˉprocess. ]

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"Dr. Fran?"

Haida's vision was plunged into a lightless gray-white, and all presence vanished in an instant. Even Fran, who had been so close, seemed to have been erased from existence, becoming impossible to perceive.

As the moths swarmed around, the dim streetlights gradually came on, and the surrounding environment became clearer.

This is a neighborhood in the dead of night, where snowflakes, like fluffy willow catkins, are falling gently in the biting north wind.

The chaotic shadows on the lampshade weren't moths at all, but rather swirling snowflakes...

Heda exhaled a breath of warm, frosty air and instinctively wrapped her coat tighter around her nun's robe.

Bloody smell.

The sticky, foul smell of blood filled the entire alley, violently assaulting her sense of smell, which had become somewhat numb from the cold.

"Is this what Dr. Fran meant by 'a little dangerous'?"

Haida licked her dry lips, so much so that a few snowflakes clung to the tip of her tongue. She looked around; the entire neighborhood seemed to consist of nothing but endless darkness, except for the greyish-white snow.

Dr. Fran had vanished, and her presence could no longer be felt, neither physically nor spiritually.

Instead of trying to run through the eerie street, she reached out and gently wiped away the frost-covered dust from the brick wall beside her.

"Professional drain cleaning services. One problem solved, all problems solved. For inquiries, please visit 09 Norlington North, Building 23. Contact Mr. Morlock Darrow."

The familiar advertisements confirmed Heda's guess. This is Norrington...

The shock she felt from this discovery was even greater than witnessing the golden tree that stretched straight to the sky at the border.

No matter how magnificent and vast the giant tree representing the will of the gods may be, it can ultimately be easily understood by "common sense".

You've witnessed the sun, so even if you don't understand what those celestial bodies hanging in the sky represent, you can probably grasp the immense power they bring with them boundless light and heat.

But the scene before her eyes did indeed throw Haida's logic into disarray, and at the same time, a strange sense of familiarity arose in her mind.

"I've been here before."

Heda's physical condition was truly exceptional; even wearing only thin clothing, she didn't feel much discomfort. However, this didn't mean she had plenty of time. If she couldn't find a way to maintain her body temperature… her body's limits and hypothermia would eventually set in.

She stepped over the blood and grime that had congealed into ice flowers on the ground, her grey-chestnut eyes reflecting the flickering flames that still burned on the corpse of the evil heir… Jiu

Finally, Haida remembered where she was.

This was the place where she had killed a heretical assistant priest, and also the place where she first met Dr. Fran. She should have remembered it at first glance, but because of the disorientation of walking through the fog, it took her a little longer.

"Why did I come back here?"

Haida genuinely felt a hint of doubt.

But at the same time, the initial sense of disorientation had faded. Adhering to the traditional virtues of patience and composure of the hunters, she began to analyze her situation.

"Has it returned to Norrington in the past, or... am I trapped in a fragment of my own memory?"

Haida walked forward slowly and methodically, while vigilantly observing her surroundings to guard against any possible changes.

She made her way through the still-writhing tentacles and skeletons, step by step, towards the end of the block. Several dark bullet holes could be seen on the surrounding walls, probably left by her shooting at the evil heir.

Haida arrived at the spot where she remembered falling and found a snowdrift shaped like a human. The snow wasn't thick, so she could vaguely make out the clothing and outline of the person in the snow...

An empty magazine of firearms, a wooden-handled folding knife lying nearby, and a black, form-fitting nun's robe... without a doubt, this was "her" when she was exhausted and on the verge of death.

Haida frowned, reaching out to brush her hand across the face of the person in the snow, trying to make a clearer impression.

But the next moment, her gray-brown pupils suddenly contracted.

Something, beneath the soft, white snowdrifts... had entangled my hand!

The sensation was like tentacles covered with jagged fangs, and in an instant, the person buried in the thin snow suddenly straightened up.

Although Haida could vaguely see her own features in the other person's face, there was a huge and hideous gash on the person's face from the center of the eyebrows to the jaw, and the mutated flesh was twisting and writhing wildly.

"Humph."

Haida clenched her teeth, her gaze slightly narrowed.

The power sword "Nirvana" slashed out in an instant, decapitating the "self" that had been completely possessed by the evil heir. Her head rolled into the snow with a muffled, almost silent thud.

哵〃、俉〉〔岐⊙＿瘤→～榴『¨衫偲≯〃俬〈】珥瑜寒：“Hehe…cough cough…”

The head slightly opened its mouth, its bloodless, grayish-white lips moving incessantly, uttering a few unintelligible syllables.

"Cough cough, ho... Haida..."

"...Hedda, stop...stop it now! Dr. Flamel is suffocating!"

As the severed head let out a gasp, Haida frowned. A familiar sense of disorientation washed over her again, and suddenly, the surroundings brightened…

"Nurse, give her a sedative! Save the doctor first!"

A panicked female voice accompanied by screams rang out, causing Haida to feel a strange sense of irritation. She then felt a pair of soft and slender hands press on her wrists.

"Cough... Wait a minute. Don't panic, Haida is doing very well right now, there's no rush to use sedatives."

A familiar voice rang out; it seemed to be... Fran.

Heda bit her lip, using the pain to dispel the haze that shrouded her thoughts... She found herself in a clean and tidy hospital room.

The entire room was white, with a faint smell of disinfectant permeating the air, and many unidentified instruments and cables were connected to my body.

Moreover, she was currently choking Fran.

Judging from the red marks on the other person's neck and their slightly bluish complexion, I must have used considerable force...

“…I’m sorry, Dr. Fran.”

She quickly released her grip, while casting a questioning look at Fran, hoping she could offer some explanation of the situation.

Fran, now able to breathe again, let out a long sigh of relief, coughed a few times, and then gave Heida a slightly reproachful look. She then picked up a strand of her pale white braid and gently wrapped it around her fingertip.

“Fran? Hmm, it seems I’ve always been that name in your dreams. It’s simple and pleasant to hear, and I don’t dislike it. But I still hope you can call me by my real name—〇/％○‰→÷腫|%ＺHuaNｪN：—Flamel.”

"In this way, our subsequent treatments can proceed smoothly."

Although the doctor, who called herself Flamel, denied the name Fran, she bore a striking resemblance to Fran in both appearance and demeanor.

Even twins would probably find it hard to look so alike.

"……This is where?"

Heda stared intently into Flamel's clear yet deep amber eyes, trying to glean any clues or hints, but all she saw in his gaze was pure sincerity...

"This is Shishem Mental Hospital."

Flamel's voice rang out familiarly and crisply, as if the same question had been explained countless times before.

“Haidah, for many years, your consciousness and self have been trapped in the mire of memories, and we have tried countless times to awaken you from your immersion in illusions. We have used every imaginable treatment method, and even recorded and compiled your delirious ramblings.”

"Until today, you have finally emerged from that dark, snowy alleyway. You have returned to us, returned to 'reality'."

As she spoke, her voice trembled with a mixture of relief and a hint of sobbing, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Wait, let me calm down."

Haida rubbed her temples, trying to sort out her thoughts and logic, which had become a tangled mess.

She looked at the woman who had just screamed; the woman's long hair and eyes were the color of molten gold... without a doubt, it was Sigrid.

But this Sigrid wasn't the shy yet enthusiastic person he had imagined; on the contrary, she seemed quite irritable and easily angered. The way she looked at him now was anything but friendly.

"Sigrid?"

Out of a test, Haida still uttered the other person's name.

"Hmph, you haven't forgotten my name."

Sigrid pouted, responding to Heda with a hint of resentment. Clearly, she was displeased with Heda's earlier attempt to harm Dr. Flamel.

"Alright, nurse, please fasten the restraints again. Remember to tighten the buckles this time." (Dai)

She gave a curt urging, and the caregiver immediately pressed Haida back onto the bed and bound her limbs with nylon restraints.

"Someone who has been waiting for a long time wants to see you. Let's excuse ourselves for now and speak with her alone."

"I know you may still think the world you live in is an illusion. But I hope it can help you see reality more clearly..."