The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Norrington, main city. Headquarters of the Order of the Mystics, inside the office of the Director of General Affairs.

"So those bastards from the Secret Service who can't even speak properly are bowing and apologizing now? Didn't they like riddles? Why are they all mute now?"

"damn it!"

"A routine patrol mission in the outer city actually resulted in encountering a heretical priest... Did you hire a gorilla to do this mission rating?"

Even though Supervisor Alvin tried very hard to suppress his emotions, he couldn't hide his fury. The already muscular man now looked like an enraged brown bear.

"However, the mission site has now been cleared out, and we found the remains of that heretical assistant priest... his head was pulled out."

Vivian from the Confidential Court, seeing Supervisor Alvin in a fit of rage, offered a rather timid reminder.

"Do I care whether that son of a bitch cult leader is dead or alive? He sacrificed himself to transform all the believers in the entire lair into secondary evil offspring, how could he possibly survive?"

The veins on Alvin's forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

Lin's anger, which had been forcefully suppressed, reignited after Lin's secret court maid, Qi, precisely touched on a sore spot.

"What I care about is the whereabouts of Heda Moira; she was the best of her generation of funeral maids!"

"Do you know what a 100% mission completion rate means? Do you know what it means to defeat three instructors in combined combat scenarios involving unarmed, armed, and firearms training with only two years of training?"

"Do you know who Chief Hunter Yaheng Moira's daughter is?"

Vivian stood trembling in Alvin's shadow, which was more than two meters tall, not daring to say a word for fear of angering him again.

"But we didn't find her body either..."

After a long silence, she pursed her lips and finally mustered the courage to reply.

Surprisingly, Alvin did not get angry again.

He trembled slightly, as if forcing himself to swallow his anger. Soon, his breathing became steady and deep, no longer carrying that aggressive feeling.

Alvin knew very well that it was pointless to get angry at a little girl chosen by the Secret Service to take the blame... He took a deep breath, his face ashen, as if he were sighing.

“My biggest worry is that the body wasn’t found. There was still blood at the scene, which I estimate was at least 2000 ml of blood loss. In addition, there were drag marks.”

“You mean…” Vivian’s face turned pale in an instant.

"Yes. If she really did die in battle, and her body was taken by those cult lunatics... it's unimaginable what kind of desecration she would suffer after death. As her superior, as the head of the General Affairs Division, how am I supposed to face her father?"

"Just thinking about that makes me..."

"I am back."

Suddenly, a familiar female voice rang out, startling Alvin and Vivian simultaneously.

Alvin turned around slowly, somewhat stiffly, and saw that Haida was standing at the door. Not only was she unharmed, but judging from her complexion and tone of voice... she didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries.

"Haida, you're alright? That's great! What exactly happened that night?"

Alvin's voice trembled slightly, a mixture of joy, surprise, and disbelief. At the same time, his hand slowly and discreetly moved towards his waist.

That's where he keeps his holster.

Alvin knew very well what 2000cc of blood loss meant. He had also personally experienced the power of the sacrificial rituals of heretics at the assistant priest level.

So... even in the most optimistic scenario, he could hardly convince himself that Haida would survive.

Is the person in front of me really the same Sister Heda? Heh, it's hard to say... What I can see right now is that she's not wearing that close-fitting platinum pendant.

Haida glanced at Supervisor Alvin with a knowing look in her eyes.

She casually placed her usual firearm and wooden-handled folding knife aside. Then she hung the robe, which might conceal a weapon, on the coat rack.

Within moments, she had disarmed herself completely.

Immediately, Haida walked quickly to Alvin and handed him a stack of receipts.

"This is the mission sheet I received before I left, the logistics receipts, and the mission report I just wrote... In addition, there is a private medical bill. Remember to reimburse me."

After that, she turned around and headed straight for the medical court.

"I urgently need a health check and mental health evaluation, so I'm leaving now. The details are in the report, please read it yourself."

Haida's tone remained calm as always, but her slightly disordered steps revealed her underlying anxiety.

She wasn't worried about losing a kidney or anything like that. But judging from the crazy behavior of that young doctor at the Foggy Street clinic, she was probably more worried about gaining a kidney...

“This…u…” Alvin paused, holding a handful of paper documents.

She was decisive, efficient, and meticulous, which perfectly matched the image of Haida in his memory.

“Master, supervisor… our headquarters is the Land of Immaculates, and we have a complete set of inspection procedures. If there were truly an evil offspring residing here, Sister Haida wouldn’t have been able to come to your office.”

Vivian whispered a reminder to Alvin.

"Cough, of course I know that. But being cautious is the sentiment of the older generation of Witchers... sentiment! Cough, go back to the Secret Service and do what you need to do, this is none of your business."

After rudely shooing her away, Alvin slumped into his leather chair and let out a long sigh.

Even though he had spent most of the night building up his mental defenses, he still found it hard to imagine the scene of delivering the obituary to Chief Hunter Yaheng... Although he was still not clear about the situation, the fact that Haida was still alive was the best news.

Coming to his senses, he picked up the list and receipts and began to read them carefully.

The task description is correct.

Supply receipts, correct.

Yes, a medical bill with the details torn out... totaling 1145.14 Norrington silver coins, address 13 Fog Street Clinic in the North District, attending physician Fran Hesser.

"Over a thousand, that's expensive. But it's reasonable if it's cutting-edge surgery. It's just that I always feel like this number has some malicious intent..."

"Wait, there are only 12 streets in the North District, where did number 13 come from?"

Alvin frowned and turned his gaze to the last "mission report".

He finished reading the report in about two minutes and then fell into a long silence.

Chapter Three: Medical Services. Preparing for a Clinic.

"Ms. Marian, what is the condition of my body right now?"

Inside the medical courtroom.

Having completed her physical examination and mental health assessment, Haida sat on the white hospital bed, waiting for Ms. Marian to inform her of the final result.

Marian is one of the most qualified physicians in the entire medical department, and she had previously been in charge of Wu Haida's health care.

Perhaps no one in the entire Hunter Order is more familiar with Haida's body than she is.

"Um……"

The experienced, mature female doctor frowned slightly and bit her lip gently. Her expression was a mixture of excitement and confusion.

She paced slowly, so much so that the entire room was filled with the rhythmic clatter of her high heels. Although she appeared calm, the constant stroking of the beauty mark at the corner of her eye betrayed her restlessness.

"How should I describe it, little Haida? Your mental health assessment is as flawless as ever. And you are perfectly healthy now."

“But…” Marian’s expression showed a hint of unease.

"Too healthy. To the point of exceeding the limits of human endurance. Your heart has become abnormally strong, and the toughness and activity of your flesh have reached a dangerous level..."

Suddenly, she changed the subject and asked, "Haidah, do you remember your height?"

"I remember, 1.78 meters tall."

"Your current height is 1.80 meters."

Marian held a medical report in her hand, her expression completely devoid of any frivolity.

"Your body is in a state of high activation. If left unchecked, your ribs will join together to form bone plates, and your muscles will grow rapidly as your skeleton expands... This process will continue until you grow into a three-meter giant."

"...Is there any way to stop it?"

Haida sighed, seemingly relieved, as if she had expected this.

From the very beginning, she had a premonition that the price of the young doctor's treatment would not be as simple as just a little over 1,100 Norrington silver coins... Of course, this price was not cheap, almost equivalent to her annual salary.

"The Curse of Nine can purify the four transformations and dispel evil thoughts. But the changes that are about to occur in your body are entirely due to yourself... It's very troublesome. All the intervention methods I can think of are extremely harmful to your body."

"Then forget it." Haida shook her head slightly.

Since Dr. Marian said it was "extremely harmful," it means that these options all carry enormous risks that are not worth trying.

By her standards, even amputation wouldn't warrant the use of this term... to describe someone who is practically paralyzed from the waist down.

Between a monster overflowing with martial virtue and a complete cripple, she would still choose the former.

A fleeting look of worry crossed Marianne's eyes, and then she took out a quartz reagent tube filled with a colorless solution from her breast pocket.

You can see a line of clear small print on the label on the back of the quartz test tube.

Option 1. Note: This product is for oral administration.

After arriving at the medical department, Heda not only conducted a self-examination but also gave the medicine she received from Franna to Marian for testing.

Although she had already received treatment from that doctor, she was still quite uneasy about the strange medicine with unknown ingredients...

"There's some good news, little Haida. We've completed sampling and preliminary testing of the medicine the doctor gave you. We can determine that it's completely non-toxic and harmless, and it even has a minty flavor."

"So... I suggest you drink it. It might relieve your current symptoms."

"Is that so?" Haida calmly took back the potion. "Besides that, there was nothing else you gained?"

"No. Although I'm a little reluctant, I have to admit that the composition of this reagent is extremely complex and completely unknown... I dare not take too many samples, as that might damage the drug's properties."

"I understand." Haida nodded slightly. Then she opened the vial of medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

It's thick and sticky, and a little difficult to swallow.

The reagent slowly glided across the throat from the tip of the tongue, bringing a chilling sensation that penetrated deep into the limbs and bones. This medicine... was indeed minty in flavor, with a bitter taste upon entry and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

She exhaled a wisp of frosty white mist, feeling the almost restless, frenzied heat in her muscles and blood rapidly receding. The uncontrolled proliferation of flesh and blood seemed to gradually become more orderly and harmonious.

The readings on the nearby monitoring instruments began to drop rapidly and stabilize.

Marianne rested her chin on her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, her expression one of rapture. It seemed she was saying, "Just as I thought."

"Incredible! Although the medicine is supposed to be taken orally, it can actually be absorbed through the mucous membranes of the cavities, and its effects are incredibly rapid..."

"Haida, you'll need to have a physical exam every day for the next two weeks. Your health is currently the most important issue for our department... I'll be coming to see you every night, so remember to be prepared."

Heda initially wanted to decline, but seeing the almost gleaming light in Marian's eyes, she knew that this matter would probably be difficult to resolve...

-

Inside the Foggy Street Clinic, Fran was doing her daily chores.

There wasn't much to do. It involved cleaning up the bloodstains on my coat and socks, the bloodstains dripping on the floor, the bloodstains on the hospital bed, and the bloodstains on the surgical instruments.

There wasn't much blood loss during the surgery; most of the marks were left during transport... Fran, who was very particular about the cleanliness of his residence, would never allow the entire clinic to be filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant.

While frequent disinfection is inevitable in public medical facilities, to the point that most doctors and nurses are practically pickled in chlorine-containing disinfectant...

However, Fran's clinic is a private clinic that doesn't often have customers, and she can disinfect the room simply by using her special ability [Dust Removal] to walk around the house.

Whether it's dust, bacterial spores, or viruses, any tiny particles not on the whitelist will be repelled. It can be used not only for surgical disinfection but also for cleaning—a true blessing for lazy people.

"Huh, I'm finally done."

After hanging up the clothes, Fran collapsed onto the leather chair in the consultation room, his whole body almost turning into a puddle of mud.

"Couldn't Sister Heda have bled less? It's everywhere. When I have time, I need to hire a maid to help me clean up this mess..."

"Fortunately, the weather has been relatively dry lately, so there's no need to worry about dehumidifying. It's a bit cold, but that's not a big deal; we just need to light the stove and wear an extra layer of clothing."

It's mid-March in Norlington now. Although spring hasn't arrived yet, the coldest part of the season is over.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression became somewhat strange.

"System, when does cross-disciplinary medical consultation begin?"

[Your cross-disciplinary consultation this quarter is scheduled for 15 days later. Given your tendency to forget the consultation rules, is it necessary to post this notice again?]

"No, stop now! This is the fourth time you've repeated the rule prompts..."

Fran tried to stop her, but unfortunately, she was a little too slow.

[Medical Visit Rules: A medical visit will be conducted once a month in the main world, triggered randomly within that month. A cross-realm medical visit will be conducted once a quarter, in an unknown realm, at the fixed times of the end of March, June, September, and December. The difficulty increases sequentially, repeating in a cycle.]

"……never mind."

Fran didn't dwell on the system's inexplicable insistence on reiterating the rules; instead, he started counting the time on his fingers.

"Fifteen days is enough time to visit Sister Heda before making her cross-disciplinary house call. She only has a physical injury and should recover well... However, she'd better follow the doctor's orders and finish my medicine."