The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

After receiving permission, Marianne walked slowly into the room with a smile on her face.

When she saw Haida in the bathroom with water droplets still clinging to her face, she couldn't help but gently touch the beauty mark next to her eye and frowned in confusion.

"I don't recall any high-risk missions being assigned to you recently. You haven't gone off to some dangerous place again, have you...?"

At this moment, Haida's appearance can only be described as "tragic".

Her nun's robes were covered with burn marks left by Somur's blade, worn from the red sand of the eastern desert, and bloodstains she had accidentally gotten on Fran's face while wiping away the dirt...

“You look like an Attilian veteran who has just returned home from a war. Oh, even your expression is the same, haggard and a little dazed…”

Marian stepped forward and reached out to rub Haida's eyes, her eyes sparkling with curiosity about what Haida had done.

"We'll skip the routine check-up today. Come on, let's go to the medical department. Although there don't seem to be any external injuries, we can't let our guard down..."

Curses, contamination, possession by evil spirits, and internal organ damage caused by explosions... all of these can cause a patient to die suddenly while appearing perfectly normal. She has handled many similar cases in recent years.

Although the Hunter's headquarters is in the "Land of Immaculateness," and the aforementioned possibilities are basically nonexistent, maintaining due caution is a fine virtue that the Hunters have always upheld.

Just as Marian took Heda's hand to head to the medical ward, the nun, who had been almost silent, suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist and gave her a hug.

"Ah... Heda? What's wrong?" Marian tilted her head, momentarily taken aback.

Haida's embrace was warm and strong, with a touch of stubbornness, as if she was afraid that the other person would disappear if she let go.

After a brief moment of surprise, a smile quickly appeared on Marianne's lips. She reached out and gently stroked Haida's hair, letting out a wistful sigh.

"The last time you hugged me like this was when I was a child and had a nightmare... Could it be that you had another nightmare this time?"

She had only made a casual joke, but after a moment of contemplation, Haida actually accepted the guess.

"Yes, it was... I had a bad dream."

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The next morning, at the Foggy Street Clinic.

Fran sat sleepily in front of the dressing table, while Sigrid, dressed in a maid's dress, tidied her slightly upturned white hair and re-braided the somewhat messy braids beside her temples.

"Dr. Fran, the feathers in your hair are so beautiful. Are they a feature of your race?"

Sigrid noticed the downy ear feathers on her head that twitched from time to time and couldn't help but feel a little curious about them.

"That was a byproduct of an experiment. I kept it for the time being to avoid affecting the aesthetics."

Fran responded lazily.

Then, she raised her hand and pinched the two ear feathers between her hair strands... and with a light tug, she pulled them off.

Sigrid's eyes widened suddenly, and the pale white braid slipped from her hand unintentionally.

"...This can actually be removed?" she asked, somewhat shocked.

"Pulling them out forcefully will hurt. These two ear feathers have almost fallen off naturally, so they can be removed relatively easily. Hmm... the quills are actually still there. But it will take some time for them to grow back."

With a smile, Wufran plucked a feather from between his two ear feathers, held it in his palm, and handed it to Sigrid.

"If you don't mind the feather dust on it, keep it as a souvenir."

Sigrid's golden eyes flickered slightly, and then she instinctively took the feather that still retained her body warmth.

"Thank you, Dr. Fran..."

"No need for formalities, it's just a feather. Perhaps it can serve as a talisman?"

Si Fran donned the doctor's white coat, and with excellent expression management, the languid look in his eyes was completely gone.

She then led Sigrid into the operating room and began to deal with the fees from their previous cross-disciplinary medical visit... a technical manual and a processing module.

Although the items are all of excellent quality, they don't feel quite right without the raw materials.

There's nothing we can do about it; not every time someone crosses over to provide medical care, they have the chance to get an Apollyon-level rating.

"Dr. Fran, do we not need to wear protective equipment this time?"

Sigrid noticed that Fran wasn't wearing his usual heavy polar bear-like protective suit, which piqued her curiosity.

"Well, if there are no 'raw materials' that need to be identified and disassembled, then it's not necessary. If there isn't a 'processing module,' then there's really no need to come to the operating room..."

With that, Fran began the identification process.

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[Originium-based Biological Lineage (Terra Medical System)]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Effect: This technical manual documents the forms in which Originium particles exist in living organisms, their symbiotic states, and clinical trial data from numerous species. - Resolution of related systems increases by 7% upon completion of reading.]

[Note: "Life on Earth is incredibly resilient; it has its own place in evolution, and subsequent domestication and conflict are often futile... Where will our destiny lie?"]

"The Genealogy of Originium-State Creatures" is a book printed on coated paper, and judging from its specifications, it appears to be a standard mass-produced book. However, there is no publication information on the title page, so it may be internal material of some organization.

"It contains a lot of technical terms, the content is relatively obscure, and there's a significant reading barrier. Compared to that, the previous book, *General Knowledge of Chiropractic*, was indeed an introductory book..."

Fran glanced through it briefly, then set it aside for the time being.

Although she was eager to put down her remaining work and finish reading it right away, she ultimately gave up the tempting idea, considering that Sigrid was still waiting beside her like a curious child.

Soon, the second item was also identified.

[Spiritual Bone Reproduction Device (from the Aidaling Clan)] si

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect: Slowly gathers crystalline particles from subspace to synthesize 'Spirit Bones,' a special material for shaping the Spirit Race. This process can be performed without the assistance of 'Bone Singers.']

[Note 1: "If the world in which this device exists does not have a 'subspace' in the narrow sense, then it will require additional consumption of other forms of mental energy and materials, and its output will be reduced accordingly."]

[Note 2: "This instrument is possessed by the Adarin, but its origins seem to be even more ancient..."] 3

Fran stroked his chin, carefully examining the strangely shaped bone device.

"Speaking of which, I don't yet have a scalpel made of spirit bone. Why don't I get one now and give it a try..."

She reached out her fingertip and lightly touched the device, trying to turn it on.

After a brief psionic contact, a wisp of white smoke escaped from its bony shell, revealing the internal operating platform and feed inlets/outlets.

Sigrid examined the strange instrument, making no attempt to hide her astonishment.

"Dr. Fran, is this a 'machine tool'?"

Faced with equipment she had never seen before, she could only rely on her experience and intuition to make simple guesses.

"It's fairly close in definition. To be precise, it's a device for generating and processing special materials."

As Fran channeled his spiritual energy into the instrument, he took out two wide-mouthed quartz bottles from the medicine box and poured the rose-red powder inside into the feed inlet.

That was Philosopher's Stone dust brought from the eastern desert of Norrington in the future.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a crystal formed by forging souls, so it should be compatible with the Spirit Bone..."

The material was generated and shaped very slowly within the instrument; it took Fran nearly half an hour to condense enough spiritual bone to form a scalpel. Moreover, the two bottles of Philosopher's Stone powder were completely consumed.

The shaping was complete. A beautiful, almost flawless scalpel appeared in her hand, light and thin, like a feather.

"It has a relatively small mass but good physical strength. It can transmit messages in the subspace, resist subspace erosion, store psionic energy, and shield itself from a certain degree of chaotic interference."

Fran examined the bone scalpel, lost in thought.

"Although 'subspace' doesn't exist in this world, the aforementioned characteristics also apply to other forms of spiritual worlds. It shouldn't be completely useless, right..."

She seemed rather unsure about this because so many items were gathering dust in the collection room.

"Dr. Fran, may I take a look at this scalpel?"

S. Sigrid rarely saw such advanced instruments, and therefore became very interested in the finished products made from them.

"Of course. Don't be too careful, this is just a prototype."

Fran casually handed the bone scalpel to Sigrid.

"Such a high level of completion..."

Although Sigrid could also perform this near-printing integrated melting through the rituals of the Sunforge system, it was ultimately done with the aid of rituals.

She had used machine tools produced by the White Cup Order, which could only perform basic grinding and reaming, and the accuracy was questionable.

The processing method of the instrument in front of us is almost like 3D printing... It is obvious that there is a huge technological gap between the two sides.

2. "Dr. Fran, I'd like to try and do some secondary processing, to inscribe some prayers on the scalpel... Could I borrow it for a while?"

Sigirid put her hands down in front of her abdomen and made a somewhat reserved request.

Fran has always been encouraging towards maids' hobbies, so she certainly wouldn't refuse them on such a trivial matter.

"Take it. Hmm... keep this instrument in your foundry; it'll be more convenient for research."

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards Sigrid carrying a hint of an enigmatic smile.

“Based on several technical manuals I recently acquired, I have a very interesting idea. I’ll need your help, Sigrid. Before that, you can familiarize yourself with how to operate these instruments.”

"I...I will try my best..."

Although Lu didn't know what Fran was planning to do, it was clear that Sigrid was very willing to help her.

Si...

It took Fran some time to prepare breakfast for two and then ate with her maid.

After using a dust remover to clean the dishes for the day, she took off her bear apron and casually lay back on the soft velvet sofa in the main hall.

Although Sigrid was an impeccable and dedicated maid, and did indeed lighten her load with daily chores and other physical labor... her cooking skills were truly appalling.

The kitchen must not be handed over to this child until she learns to use a fire below 1000 degrees Celsius...

Fran shook his head, dispelling the wandering thoughts in his mind. He then took out a thick, old book and began to write.

This booklet is her diary, which she usually uses to record important information and insights. She also took it out when she completed her cross-border medical outreach in June.

[Records related to 'Ancient Banyan Tree of Time' (Part 3)]

[In the futuristic vision revealed by the ancient banyan tree, another deity appears for the first time: the 'Six-Eyed Raven,' who practices espionage and theft. Furthermore, the maxims He left behind during the apostle's ascension ceremony reveal, to some extent, His relationship with the god of hunting.]

[“The hunter takes its eyes with his sword, leaving only five of its six eyes” represents seizing power. “Staining its feathers with blood, so that thieves will find nothing” represents imposing a banishment. “Using oak and banyan as its coffin, so that its body may forever remain in darkness” represents banishing it to another realm.]

However, in known documents, including the *Qianjiao Guidian*, the Six-Eyed Raven has never been classified as a heretical deity. Its sect even belongs to orthodox religions and enjoys a good reputation…and has remained relatively active for nearly a century, not completely disappearing. If the one banished to the shadows is its true form, then who is the deity using its name at this time?

After finishing his record, Fran stuffed the thick diary back into the tall, fully-stocked bookshelf.

Her brows relaxed slightly, and she sighed with a hint of emotion.

"Speaking of which, even the 'ant' has had its authority usurped. That 'hunter' among the gods was indeed fierce..."

Having finished his business, Fran opened the door with a sense of relief and stepped into the misty street.

Because she went barefoot the entire time during her last outreach medical visit due to various factors, she now quite enjoys the comfort of having her feet wrapped in cotton socks and leather shoes. She can hardly wait to go out for a walk.

The rising sun is gentle and warm, accompanied by the cool, damp air of the morning, so it doesn't feel hot.

"Hmm~ It's perfect weather for going out. How about we head to the West End and see how Moth's fortune-telling shop survived the apocalypse and the plague..."

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Chapter Sixty-Five: The Mirror of Enlightenment

West District, Qingqinan Street.

Fran walked through the sparse crowd, with "Genealogy of Originium Creatures" tucked under his arm, glancing at it every now and then.

"The West District is full of secret realms, as always. However, the one in the 'future' is much more perfect in every aspect."

At this moment, she wore a long, gauze robe she had taken from Dorothy over her white coat; the pattern was mottled and dark gray, like scales on a moth's wing. At first glance, she didn't look like a doctor, but rather a traveler from a distant land.

"Mirror of Enlightenment Club." Fran looked at the plaque with the shop's name engraved on it at the entrance and recalled for a moment.

When I went out for a house call, I didn't see the store name in the West District. Was it damaged in the natural disaster, or was it closed down for some other reason?

Everything around the shop was normal; there was no secret area set up.

After all, they're trying to run a business. Why would someone open a shop in a place that ordinary people can't find at all? It just doesn't seem right.

Oh, it seems there really is...

"Welcome to the Mirror of Enlightenment. Please come in, esteemed guest. Do you need any divination done? Or perhaps you'd like to learn a divination course?"

A lively young female voice came from inside the store, and then a girl dressed in a receptionist's uniform came to Fran's side.