Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

From that day on, the itinerant healer, whose whereabouts were unpredictable, unusually settled temporarily in the town, living a secluded life and rarely appearing in public.

No one knew what had happened. Even when faced with Higgin's concerned inquiries, the "Witch" remained tight-lipped, simply brushing it off by saying she was researching a new and intractable disease.

So, Siegfried and her teacher temporarily settled in this nameless town. Fortunately, the young nurse Siegfried also met her first "patient" willing to accept her treatment—a little girl from the village.

In an era when humans were hostile and fearful of Melsin, expressing kindness towards Melsin was undoubtedly an act of estrangement. Because of her affection for Melsin, the little girl had no human friends. Therefore, when she happened to meet Siegfried, who was out gathering herbs, the little girl naturally became the nurse's "patient" and friend.

"Diagnosis complete. You are perfectly healthy today." Siegwen smiled gently, removing the stethoscope from the little girl's chest, completing the routine "health check."

"Wow... thank you, Dr. Melusin." The little girl in the pink dress sat on the tall wooden stool that served as the consultation table and gave Siegwen a bright smile. The daisies on her hair clip shone brightly in the sunlight.

Higgin and the little girl exchanged a glance, and then they both burst into laughter in unison. This game of doctor and patient had been repeated countless times, but neither of them ever tired of it. They both knew that a pure friendship was slowly building and taking root between them.

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Dusk once again swept across the land, announcing the approach of night. The sun's rays, once intense, gradually softened and became gentle, and the soft, golden-red afterglow spread across the pavilion, while simultaneously painting the plump, juicy oranges on the nearby trees with an even more alluring hue.

"Higerwen, I'm going back now, see you tomorrow!" The girl waved cheerfully to Higerwen, then skipped and hopped away towards the end of the country path, like a joyful pink elf.

After saying goodbye to her little patient, Siegwen walked lightly towards her residence, her two cute little ears swaying back and forth, eager to write a letter to share her joy of meeting her new friend with Mufeng.

Tomorrow will still be a day full of hope.

Thinking this, Siegwen smiled sweetly, propped her chin on her hand, put down her quill, put a sweet, fragrant butter biscuit in her mouth, and dropped the letter for her brother Mufeng into the nearby mailbox. Then, the little nurse snuggled into her warm bed and drifted off to sleep with a lovely smile on her face.

However, fate always seems to thwart our hopes. A sudden infectious disease swept through the entire village in the summer, and the delicate little girl was the first to fall ill. She was bedridden and her condition worsened daily, her life hanging by a thread.

As the only doctor who could arrive in time, Siegwen was rudely stopped at the door by the girl's parents.

"Get away! You can't trust Melusin!"

The tall man angrily shouted at Siegwen, who was rushing over. His ferocious expression made it seem as if the person standing at the door was not a lovely doctor who wanted to treat the girl, but a blue-faced, fanged demon.

Higewen's pleading gaze passed over the wary man and landed on the girl's mother with a hopeful and sincere look, hoping that the mother would give her a chance to treat her friend.

However, she was met with skeptical and wary stares.

With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door slammed shut in front of Siegwen, leaving the stunned nurse standing there, her beautiful ruby ​​eyes filled with astonishment and grievance. She didn't even notice when the medicine box on her shoulder slipped to the ground.

Just because I'm not human, I can't even save my best friend...?

Disheartened, Siegwen returned to her residence and, in desperation, sought help from her teacher, the highly skilled "witch."

"Hmph... Even with their daughter's serious illness, they still want to turn you away... These stubborn folks..."

In the dimly lit room, the "witch," wearing a thick mask, sat hunched over in the center of a wooden chair, appearing somewhat frail. A faint, mocking smile played on her lips, but it quickly dissipated into a heavy sigh.

"Sigh... Prejudice in people's hearts is a disease I can never cure..."

Seeing the hopeful look in Siegwen's eyes, a hint of desolation and helplessness appeared on the witch's weathered face. She shook her head, gave a self-deprecating smile, and said, "Unfortunately... I no longer have the strength to get there..."

"What a ridiculous old witch... She thought she could save all of Fontaine, but in the end... Ha, she couldn't even save the patient in front of her."

Higewen looked up with worry and doubt. In her memory, her teacher had always been a strong and wise figure, so strong that she didn't seem like a white-haired old woman, and rarely showed such a weak and helpless side.

Filled with questions, Siegwen couldn't help but ask in a worried and concerned tone, "Teacher, what exactly are you...?"

The witch sighed deeply once more, her gaze fixed intently on the flickering candlelight in the room: "I have discovered a strange disease, a strange disease that may affect all the people of Fontainebleau."

"Without witnesses, without evidence, no one will believe the nonsense of this old woman."

"I can only use myself as a test subject to find possible treatments."

"But in the end, it seems I've hit a dead end and ended up like this..."

The witch stared at her withered, powerless hands, a smile playing on her lips, her cloudy old eyes revealing a pale helplessness and a hint of despair.

With a pang of heartache, Siegwen stepped forward and took the witch's thin, bony hand. Her beautiful ruby ​​eyes shone with unwavering determination. "Teacher, don't be discouraged. I'll heal you first, and then I'll ask you to heal her!"

The witch chuckled, shook her head, and adopted a more relaxed tone: "No need, Siegwen. I know my own situation well; you can't help me..."

"But, teacher, you..."

“Just like I said before…” The witch interrupted Siegwen’s worried words with a smile.

"A doctor's greatest responsibility is to cure the diseases he can cure."

"I...I understand..." Siegwen lowered her head slowly, unwilling and helpless. Her little ears drooped limply, her little hands clenched tightly, and then helplessly loosened.

"But...they don't trust me at all..."

A deathly silence fell once more in the small room. The racial divide, like an insurmountable chasm, left people feeling powerless and hopeless, ruthlessly standing between doctor and patient, severing all trust and understanding.

The witch paused for a moment, coughed lightly twice, and then spoke softly, "Speaking of which, that girl was your first patient. You really wanted to cure her, didn't you?"