The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

A refutationist bit his nails, anxiously watching the illogical scene unfold before him.

“That is a type of ritual to summon the incarnation of the Crimson Gourd, called ‘Summon the Drinker.’ If it is not interrupted, everyone in the museum will become a sacrifice.”

A detached voice rang out.

The newcomer's aura was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, like the tides rising from the Arctic Ocean, leaving one with only a profound chill.

He wore a standard hunting outfit under his winter coat and a leather tricorn hat, his eyes hidden in the shadows beneath the brim.

He is Haida's father, the Funeral Master of the Order of the Mysteries, a notorious paranoiac, and the "Chief Hunter"—Aheng Moira.

"Uh, you..."

When the denier who had spoken earlier saw Yaheng, his thoughts suddenly became stagnant, and even his polite greeting was stuck in his throat.

Yaheng ignored him and walked straight to Sains, who was no longer human. A huge scythe rose from his shadow and fell into his hand.

"It will be over soon."

"It's you? It's you! You monster..."

When Sayens saw Yaheng, the ever-joking expression on her face finally softened. She gritted her teeth and channeled her remaining blood plasma, which congealed into thorn-like spikes, towards Yaheng.

Yaheng did not dodge, but simply continued forward in the same posture.

But his figure lowered further and lower, as if stepping down a staircase into his own shadow, until he vanished without a trace. The blood-red thorns fell into empty space in an instant.

"Alright, embrace death... dancer."

Yaheng's voice rang coldly in Sayens's ear.

He ascended the steps of Sayens' shadow, step by step! And held the scythe in his hand to her neck...

A simple, unadorned horizontal slash sent a bloody, mangled head crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

“Coughing and groaning, even if the Minister of Funeral Rites comes, the sacrifice has already been completed... I am still happy to be able to serve as a tribute... Let us wait for the winter moon, you lambs who are unwilling to dance.”

As Sains' head fell to the ground, it murmured softly, and soon all the flesh and blood on its body withered away.

Yaheng glanced at her head, which had crumbled and disintegrated along with its bones, snorted coldly, and stepped into his shadow.

"Then let's wait until the dog days of summer. It's just another killing spree."

……

This was the first time Vivian had witnessed the Chief Hunter in action, and she felt an unprecedented shock from his seemingly effortless movements... it was pure power.

As the chief priest of the Red Cup, Sayens had almost no chance to fight back and was defeated and killed the moment they made contact.

"Wait a minute, why did the high priest die after being beheaded?"

Vivian still remembered that Fran had stripped Sayens of all her flesh and organs and crushed her heart before killing her.

How could the chief hunter kill her with a single blow?

"This comes from his relic, the scythe 'Throne of the Headslayer,' which has the effect of causing death upon decapitation."

Vivian narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing Fran's answer, thinking to herself, "That's a really simple and unpretentious effect..."

"Hmm... the word 'death' is not quite accurate; it should be 'complete annihilation'."

Fran kindly provided additional answers for Vivian. As she spoke, she subtly touched the stitches on her fair neck.

"Dr. Fran is right on that point."

Heda glanced sideways at Fran. She seemed to know her father very well, which was not good news…

"Now that it's confirmed that the other half of Sayens is dead, I'm preparing to return to the clinic. Oh, and if Sister Heda is willing, we can go back together to complete the remaining surgical procedures..."

Fran gently patted his palm and extended a warm invitation to Haida.

She only performed the first four surgeries on the nun at the time, and then kept thinking about it, hoping to find an opportunity to complete the remaining surgeries.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't for now... I'm still adjusting to my current physical condition."

Heda took a slight breath and politely declined Fran's offer.

After the last "treatment," her physical strength and endurance underwent a qualitative leap. Fatigue seemed to have completely disappeared, and even the speed at which her injuries healed became extremely fast... She was practically a humanoid evil heir.

She needs some time to adjust to the changes in herself.

"Hmm... the patient's acceptance of the surgery is within my consideration. Please proceed according to your own preferences; there's no need to force yourself. Contact me again when you wish to complete the subsequent treatments."

Fran didn't mind being rejected, because it was entirely expected; girls are always reserved in these kinds of things.

She winked slightly at Haida Qiaoqian, then walked towards the washroom next door.

The door opened, revealing a wispy, misty fog.

Vivian and Haida watched her disappear into the mist within the doorway, both remaining silent for a moment in perfect unison.

Vivian finally broke the silence: "Sister Haida, let's go downstairs and start cleaning up. There were too many witnesses this time; the cleanup alone will probably take three or four days..."

"Okay." Haida took the lead and walked down the stairs to the second floor, preparing to do the final handover work.

The White Cup Order has more expertise in the realm of consciousness; they can handle the psychological issues of witnesses. They can erase the memory, or add a cognitive filter… to prevent today's visitors from being left with too severe a trauma.

But this will be a huge project, thankfully it's being handled by the White Cup Order.

Vivian was relieved about this.

-

Fran removed the funeral attendant's nun's robe and placed it in the laundry basket. Then he changed into his own loose doctor's coat.

While it's fun to wear different clothes every now and then, Liu always finds this one the most familiar and comfortable. ∠○％∧

The Funeral Home nun's robe has a leather armor with hardened plates inside, and the inside is designed with many magazine storage pouches. It even has a device for automatically injecting medicine during combat... Strictly speaking, it is a "protective gear" used for combat.

Since the standard equipment of the Hunters is rarely leaked, it is considered a decent collectible for Fran.

"Although I had some guesses, I didn't expect Yaheng to actually come... I thought only the dancer would come."

Franco lowered his eyes, looking slightly regretful.

She had originally intended to test the "Reaching for the Moon" abyssal relic and, incidentally, collect Sayens's... she actually quite liked this dancer. But since Yaheng had already begun hunting, she couldn't interfere any further.

This paranoid maniac will never leave anyone alive, and those whose heads are cut off by the Decapitation Throne will also be eliminated from any possibility of resurrection.

Although it's not entirely incurable for Fran, there will be a price to pay... It's clearly not worth doing this for a dispensable collectible.

"However, Sayens said before she died, 'The ritual is complete, awaiting the full moon.' She probably planned to stir up some trouble again in June. But by then, my second cross-disciplinary house call this year should be coming up soon..."

Fran sighed softly, a slight pang of hunger rising within her. She suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten anything today except a slice of pineapple pizza.

"System, can you order some takeout for me?"

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Chapter Twenty: The Glass Deer

Foggy Street Clinic, living room.

"Oh, child, you are so beautiful... but how did you get in?"

Fran crossed his fingers, still maintaining his usual business smile, but his amber eyes held a hint of surprise.

The sudden arrival of this "guest" is indeed quite unexpected.

Standing in front of her was a small, pure white deer that seemed a little unsteady, its tiny hooves occasionally slipping.

Its fur is soft and clean, a pale white like frost. The patterns on its body are like stars shimmering in the sky, with a dreamlike and dazzling brilliance. And its long, branch-like horns have a crystal-clear texture, as if they were made of glass.

"Bah!"

The fawn was clearly wary of the human in front of it; it cried out and limped back two steps.

"It's probably a dream creature, but it's a species I've never seen before... How rare."

Fran carefully examined the trembling fawn before her. After a brief examination, she confirmed that the little creature did not correspond to any of the deer species she knew.

Even among the many different species from other worldviews, no object was found that perfectly matched the characteristics.

[Dear Dr. Fran, this month's house call has been triggered. The target is 'Lura,' the 'Glassy Deer.' Please begin treatment as soon as possible. The target is expected to escape injured in 30 minutes.]

"So it was you who put it in here..."

Fran's eyes held a knowing glint as he glanced at the dark mist swirling within the doorway.

The monthly outpatient appointments for April are coming up so early, while May's appointments are only being triggered when it's almost over... It's such a tug-of-war, are you addicted to tormenting doctors?

"Bah!"

Seemingly sensing that Fran might have ill intentions towards her, the fawn let out another defiant cry.

"Alright, keep quiet, dear patient... You can barely stand up, so be quiet."

Fran soothed the fawn as if it could truly understand him.

"As you can see, I am a doctor. I will now give you a thorough examination and then treat your illness and injuries. Please cooperate, okay?"

"Bah!"

The fawn remained wary, but its attitude seemed to soften; it stopped backing away.

Seeing that the other party showed a willingness to cooperate, Fran naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

She slowly walked over to the fawn and sat down, gently stroking the soft fur on its back to calm it down.

At this moment, Fran noticed that the skin on the side facing away from him was a bloody mess, rotten to the point of being almost black, and he could vaguely see the organs wrapped under the ribs... He could also see the pulsating of insects in the exposed muscles.

No wonder I had a faint smell of corruption before.

"To remain conscious and stand after such physical damage... your race is incredibly resilient. Of course, your will to survive is equally commendable."

Fran's expression was calm and focused.

She examined and dissected the gruesome tearing wounds on the fawn's body bit by bit, as if appreciating a work of art.

"Reach out and touch the moon."

Without warning, the chain-like black tentacles on her wrists sprang out and suddenly wrapped around the fawn's limbs and neck, binding it so tightly that it could not even make a sound.

It was clearly startled by this sudden change, its eyes filled with terror, struggling incessantly, its despair palpable.

Fran leaned close to the fawn's ear, which was covered in light-colored down, and explained the reason as if to himself.

“I know you’re scared, but please keep it to yourself. I don’t want you to have delirium or hysteria before the surgery. This is just a necessary fixation procedure.”

Although Fran was trying to calm the fawn, a blush rose on her pale cheeks, and her words betrayed an uncontainable joy...

This means that this guy is eager to start treatment.

"It might hurt a little now, so please bear with it. This surgery will take a long time..."

-

Fran's private operating room.

Her medicine box was half-open, containing more than thirty different types of surgical instruments, most of which were stained with blood. Several quartz tubes containing medicines were also empty.

The data from the life support instruments around him kept flashing, and Lan Zheng leaned against them, feeling somewhat limp.

She had already taken off her medical mask and was panting heavily, sticking out her light pink tongue.

"I declare this to be the most valuable surgery of the year."

Before taking action, she really hadn't expected the little guy's situation to be so troublesome.

First, his unfamiliarity with this species forced Fran to perform the surgery with extreme caution, as if walking on thin ice. What if it had a fire pouch and venom glands like a female Rathalos? He'd be in for a world of trouble if he made that cut…

Secondly, its malignant infection not only eroded the skin and flesh, but also seeped into the organs and limbs, and it carried an extremely high level of mystery.

The wounds and decay lingering on the body seemed like independent parasites, even forming a kind of living nest. They actively attacked Fran more than once during the surgery.

But this is Fran's operating room... She has never failed on her home turf. Let alone a deeply ingrained contamination, she would dare to dismantle even a god.

Fran let out a sigh of relief, then straightened up, no longer leaning on the equipment.

She gently raised her wrist, and the black tentacles wrapped around the deer suddenly contracted, reforming into chains.

"Although I've tried anesthetizing and using psychological suggestion on you, you still can't fall asleep... Is it a racial trait? How interesting. Since fatigue and pain are unavoidable, you'll just have to accept it..."

"This is the price of living."

Xiao Lu lay on the operating table, covered with a sterile drape, her eyes opening and closing repeatedly, seemingly exhausted.

The gruesome gash on its side, which had exposed its internal organs, had completely closed, replaced by several black stitches with sealed edges.