The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Only then will his full picture be revealed.

This man has lost his skin.

He was like a living medical specimen that had been dissected, his dark red skin faintly exuding a damp, fishy smell. Translucent, bright yellow fascia wrapped around his muscles, constantly twitching, rising, falling, and trembling with his breath.

His eye sockets lack the protection of eyelids, so most of his protruding eyeballs are exposed, as are his two rows of teeth.

Meanwhile, turbid yellow fat could be seen on his chest, abdomen, and thighs. It appeared to be highly oxidized, showing a soft, sagging state, and could melt and peel off from his body at any time.

However, Lu Xien did not give off a menacing vibe, and there was no fear in Marlowe's eyes on the bed.

"Brother, cough, don't risk your life to find food for me anymore. Let me stay with you; I can feel your loneliness and pain..."

"Being like you might not be so bad; you wouldn't go hungry anymore, and you wouldn't cough all night long."

Marlowe seemed to want to say something more, but his emaciated body could no longer bear the additional loss of moisture, and he eventually fell silent after another bout of coughing.

Does my younger brother long to be like me?

Does he truly understand what this means? Or does he believe that becoming like this will bring him liberation?

Confused thoughts flashed through Lü Xin'en's mind and were then forgotten.

He still retains some degree of cognitive ability, but it has been greatly diminished. He is now extremely confused, often driven by instinct, and can only vaguely remember something when facing his only relative.

Lu Xien slowly bent down and groped under the bed. After a moment, he took out a dusty short dagger.

Excessive discipline is generally harmful when children are young, as it can make them accustomed to obeying orders, which can lead to them becoming flustered or even cowardly when they need to handle things on their own later in life.

However, the harm of unrestrained indulgence is equal to, or perhaps even greater than, that of excessive indulgence.

It is a dereliction of duty for elders not to correct their children when they are about to make obviously foolish choices and are absolutely unable to bear the consequences of doing so.

Lucien had seen that Malona had peeled off nearly half of his arm, so he realized it was time to make a decision.

He has two paths to choose from.

First, he would stab his younger brother in the chest with the dagger in his hand, and then stab himself, to end this nauseating torment.

Secondly, he used the short dagger to cut off pieces of his own flesh, fed them to his younger brother to prolong his life, and then transformed him into his current ugly form.

Lu Xi'en hesitated several times, his chaotic and confused state of mind clouding his judgment, which prevented him from taking any action.

"Crunch."

Just then, the door to their room was pushed open.

Though called a dwelling, it was actually just a half-collapsed, abandoned hut. The door was nothing more than a few pieces of rotten wood nailed together, which would produce a tooth-grinding wooden sound when pulled lightly.

Marlow opened his eyes slowly and with difficulty, and Lu Xien also turned around abruptly in an instant. His body could not support him to make small, precise movements, but when he made large movements, he showed a swift and ferocious ferocity like a wild beast hunting its prey.

"Wait a minute!"

An urgent call rang out.

A female voice? Is she trying to make me stop?

A wave of confusion washed over Lü Xin'en, and his aggressive movements faltered for a moment. At the same time, he felt the whistling wind and sharp sounds brush past his scalp, accompanied by the sound of half of the small house's wall being cleaved and collapsing.

Oh, to be precise, this guy doesn't actually have a "scalp".

Upon hearing Fran's call, Haida deflected the power sword "Nirvana" from its original direction; otherwise, Lucien would have been cut in half by the blade.

"He stopped moving too?"

Seeing Lu Xin'en freeze in place, Haida lowered her gaze and scrutinized the man who had become skinless, red flesh.

This highly distorted, aggressive, and potentially contagious object triggered a certain instinctive reaction in Haida. Had it not been for Fran's dissuasion, she would have already completed the annihilation operation the moment she witnessed it.

But now it seems that this guy retains a certain level of cognitive ability.

Fran gently rubbed her palms together, her amber eyes gleaming with undisguised excitement; there was no doubt that she had taken an interest in the patient before her.

"A patient with a mild pre-existing chronic illness and a terminally ill patient who did not go insane."

"And being able to complete this month's outpatient requests all at once... it's a long-lost feeling of good fortune."

She approached with a smile, seemingly wanting to carefully observe the condition of the two patients.

Lu Xien didn't seem to mind the woman looking him over, but when he saw that she seemed to be getting closer to Marlowe, he became agitated again, like a rabid dog baring its teeth and growling, ready to pounce and tear him apart at any moment.

"With the dulling of reason, the time that memories and thoughts remain should also become shorter."

Fran quickly assessed his situation.

"Since the assessment indicates a lack of full capacity for civil conduct, we need not consult your opinion. As for the little one lying in bed, he appears to be under ten years old and in poor condition; although he is conscious, he can be considered semi-comatose."

"The questioning process will be skipped here, and we will proceed directly to clinical testing."

Lucien couldn't understand the words she kept uttering, and only felt instinctively anxious. However, before he could take any further action, Fran had already given Haida some instructions.

"But before that, we need to calm this unfriendly, skinless gentleman down. Please don't be too rough, though; I'd be in trouble if his heart and brain got damaged."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Haida swiftly threw her power sword "Nie," piercing through Lü Xin's abdomen with a single blow. However, the immense impact did not diminish in the slightest, only dissipating after pinning him and the sword to the wall.

The threat of death instantly overwhelmed Lu Xin'en's reason with madness. He instinctively tried to struggle, but the blade in his abdomen sent a chill straight to his soul, suppressing his body's movements and the flow of his spirit.

After Lucien was firmly secured, Fran slowly walked forward.

"I apologize, sir. My head nurse may have been a little too forceful in handling the emergency, but there was nothing we could do. After all, time is of the essence, and efficiency is the only way to give patients in the critical window of opportunity more treatment opportunities."

"The good news is that this outpatient visit is a public service, so there will be no extra charge, and the treatment effect is widely praised."

"As for the bad news..."

The doctor paused, seemingly seriously considering whether his words might offend the other person.

"Then you probably won't be able to get the same discounts on haircuts, sunscreen, and shower gel as you do now. As a healthcare professional, I can only express my regret about this."

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Soup! Samarium

Chapter Seventy-Five: Deformed Hearts

After Haida used the unique immobilization techniques of the Funeral Court to render Lucien unable to move, Fran began the clinical testing process for patients with the "molting plague".

She took out Sigrid's spirit bone scalpel and sliced ​​off a piece from the growth on Lucien's shoulder blade, then carefully assessed its condition.

"The reserves of moth morphogenetic acid are very low."

This was Fran's first impression.

The new god "The Tortured," Ron Shambhala, in the worldview of hunger and fear, also exists in this state of having no skin covering his body, his flesh covered in red flesh. However, comparing the two in terms of physical condition, the Tortured is undoubtedly much healthier.

The new god's full and thick muscles wrapped around his bones like armor, every muscle fiber filled with fresh and oxygen-rich blood, without a trace of excess fat that would ruin his beauty... His vigorous life force was almost visible to the naked eye.

The "skinned one" in front of us simply looks like a human being whose entire skin has been peeled off.

His body was covered in lumps of tissue, which greatly affected his appearance, but made him seem even more real.

"The circulating spiritual essence prevents your body from completely dying and preserves your basic mobility. However, due to the scarcity of total spiritual essence, some areas with low spiritual essence circulation have become putrefied. Speaking of which, I'm also quite curious about how your immune system works now..."

"After losing the body's largest organ and its protective barrier, how do you ensure that your body is not completely destroyed by microorganisms?"

Fran lightly raised his index finger to his lips, blinking occasionally.

This guy appears to be talking to Lucien, but Haida, standing nearby, knows perfectly well that he's just lost in his own thoughts, talking to himself.

Of course, Fran did not intend to try to replicate the state of these skin-covered beings on other people or creatures. It was meaningless to her. Immunity and rejection were problems she had already solved, and there was almost no value in continuing to invest time and energy in them.

She was simply curious about how the disease worked.

Just like a university professor who, in his spare time, sees a complex and ingenious graduate thesis and is immediately intrigued.

"How about we take it apart and put it back together first...? But that seems a bit disrespectful to the patient. It would be more in line with the protocol of a formal house call to try the treatment we used on Sister Eve last time."

After saying that, Fran stretched out his hand covered with black stitches and gently pressed it on Lucien's skinless cheek.

Its palm became hazy and illusory, and in an instant it completely disappeared into the latter's head.

After some fumbling, the doctor used [Soul Shaping] to pull Lu Xin's soul essence out of his body. His body, pinned to the wall by the power sword, went limp, showing no signs of life and almost indistinguishable from a corpse.

"Si is a terminal patient with over 90% erosion, without a trace of moisture. Even from the most optimistic perspective, he will be completely corrupted in another day or two."

3. Examining the murky and constantly pulsating formless soul matter in his palm, Fran stated his diagnosis.

At the same time, she noticed some of the ulterior motives of those who orchestrated the pandemic.

The reason this terminally ill patient is still able to retain basic cognitive function is not due to any indomitable spirit, determination to protect his family, or a low-probability coincidence... It is simply the result of deliberate manipulation by someone behind the scenes, nothing more.

When designing the disease model, Si mitigated the damage to the brain and even utilized surplus spiritual energy to preserve the patient's consciousness as much as possible. This allowed the patient to retain self-awareness until the final transformation occurred.

Keeping the experimental subject conscious during the disease's progression would indeed make research easier, but Fran could sense that the guy probably wasn't doing it for purely scientific purposes.

Perhaps this is just some kind of perverse sense of humor on his part.

"Are you looking for a pair of brothers who share hardships and never abandon each other in dire straits, only to eventually descend into madness and devour each other in a self-destructive struggle? Are you curious about what choices they will ultimately make and what they will become?"

"This kind of tragic unfolding with a slightly classical feel is indeed quite interesting."

Although he had never met the mastermind behind the disaster, Fran was able to discern the underlying logic, or rather the motive, for the man's current actions from the clues left behind.

Aside from utilitarian factors, it is the pursuit of art.

Fran didn't dislike watching heart-wrenching dramas of family members, filled with bloodshed, moral conflicts, and desperate life-or-death choices. But at the same time, she couldn't muster much interest in these self-directed, self-acted, and self-entertaining miniature sitcoms.

It's neither grand enough nor refined enough, and its only redeeming quality, "authenticity," feels contrived due to the uncontrollable circumstances behind the scenes.

"I've enjoyed the entertainment you provided. Wouldn't it be too impolite not to give something in return?"

She had an inspiration.

Haida, who had remained silent the entire time, narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched the smile on the doctor's lips, a bad feeling creeping over her.

If Dr. Fran were completely uninterested in something, she would be gentle and languid, like a cat basking in the midday sun on a desk, even the slightest movement of her body exuding deep weariness. But when this fellow revealed an almost sweet smile…

So, she's probably brewing some wicked scheme, plotting something not so pleasant.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, please forgive me."

After apologizing to the turbid, constantly shifting soul matter in his hand, Fran picked up the Spirit Bone Willow Leaf Blade and officially began the treatment.

In the blink of an eye, she had already made several cuts, slicing off the parts of the formless soul that had been replaced by turbid matter.

The surgery was completed quickly, but because Lu Xin'en's symptoms had progressed to an almost irreversible stage, only about one-eighth of the pure part of his soul essence remained. That part contained his memories and self-awareness, and was also the main component of his entire soul body.

"It's enough that memories and self-awareness are still intact; the rest is recoverable, it just takes some time."

Fran did not rush to put the soul back in.

After the internal disease is cured, the patient's barely maintained internal and external balance can no longer be maintained. If a pure soul were to be stuffed back into this skinless body at this time, he would die within a few breaths from pain far exceeding the limits of human endurance.

What the doctor needs to do now is to restore this body, which has turned into red flesh, to a state that can be called healthy.

Once the focus of healing returned to the purely physical level, there was no suspense left. After all, the art of blood and flesh was Fran's most profound area of ​​expertise, truly deserving the title of his "signature skill"...

After completely removing the rotten and necrotic parts of Lucien's body and applying a topical ointment made from a small green capsule, the patient was re-covered in new skin. However, because this skin was newly grown, it appeared slightly reddish and thin and delicate.

To accelerate the self-healing process, Fran also used a new drug extracted from the secretions of the aphid.

The doctor already knew that the honeydew of the aphid could cause organisms to exhibit a tendency to age prematurely and become juvenile. However, in subsequent observational experiments, she discovered that the aphid's surface wax exhibited the completely opposite properties.

9 means "consuming the contactor's time and causing them to age".

In contrast to the previous aphidin, Fran named it aphidin.

Undoubtedly, the side effect of aphid extract is a reduction in lifespan, but at the same time, the self-healing speed of those taking the drug will experience an unprecedented increase. This can be simply understood as the originally lengthy cell division process being eliminated.

It should be noted that this drug can also accelerate the division of cancer cells, therefore it is only suitable for patients with severe trauma. Furthermore, the elderly, children, and pregnant women are also unsuitable for taking this medication, especially pregnant women…

After Lucien's body recovered to a state where it could comfortably accept the soul essence, Fran put it back in.

The spirit and flesh merge into one.

As the stopped heart began to pump again, the chest rose and fell, and faint breathing quietly began.

With the treatment of the first patient temporarily concluded, Fran breathed a sigh of relief and, while Lucien was unconscious, began to summarize the differences between his symptoms and those of Ift at the time.

"In comparison, Eve's condition progressed at an alarming rate. When I left the clinic, she had clearly only been exposed to the pathogen for a short time, yet she was already close to pathological death, and even her internal organs were about to dissolve."

Fran wiped the surgical instruments he had just used, while explaining his thought process to Haida.

"Because the altered part of Ift's soul essence represents her memories and self, which are the most indispensable and important parts. This patient is the opposite; only his memories and self have been preserved relatively completely."