The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Haida responded simply and calmly.

Even without using this move, Haida was confident she could win in the continued entanglement... but the opportunity to defeat her enemy in one blow was right in front of her, and she absolutely could not give up before even trying.

"The person wielding the saw is incredibly strong. If an ordinary person tried to bite his weapon, half their head would probably be chopped off."

Fran rummaged through the medicine box, adding a reminder as he went.

Fran was well aware that Haida had extensive combat experience; after all, this nun had fought against demigods in the borderlands... However, as a doctor, she still hoped that Haida would cherish her life and use a safer approach to win.

“These are minor injuries that will heal on their own within a few days. I will add some ceramic compounds to your regular medications to speed up the process.”

As she spoke, she picked up a wad of medical cotton with tweezers, moistened it with alcohol, and gently dabbed it on the corners of Haida's lips.

Heda's lips were cut on both sides by the serrations of the Bartlett's knife. For hygiene reasons, it should be disinfected again.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Medical services for the head nurse are free of charge under our agreement."

Fran waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to be so polite.

Given Haida's current physical condition, it's fortunate that this level of injury was treated early; otherwise, it would probably have healed on its own in a few days...

Heda quickly got up from the medical chair and left the operating room with Fran. They walked through the corridor and arrived at the main hall of the clinic.

"Sister Haida, what secret art are you currently studying?"

Because Fran had given Heda the Ashes Bible, "The Silence of Proverbs," to her, he was quite concerned about her reading progress.

"The second type of superior [Mechanized Spirit Body]. The theoretical level has been basically mastered. We are currently trying to build a secret technique model. It will probably be about a year before we can cast the spell."

Haida answered quite honestly.

"It's already at this stage... That's pretty fast."

Fran stroked his chin and nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

The acquisition of knowledge is always a long and complex process, much like the relationship between the mass-energy equivalence equation and nuclear weapons. From understanding to theoretical application, and finally to putting it into practice... each step is a formidable chasm.

The end of the year is really tough... Childe has his teaching assistant assessment, Haida has her promotion trial as head of the funeral home, and I will be making my last cross-disciplinary house calls in a month and a half.

Leaning back on the velvet sofa, Fran stretched out his body with a slightly lazy air, and then began to ponder an ultimate question that could not be ignored.

What should we have for dinner today?

As the last and most important meal of the day, dinner is undoubtedly something that must be taken seriously. But right now, the ingredients at the Foggy Street Clinic are all gone, forcing her to go out to buy groceries again.

Come to think of it, the initial reason I hired a maid was simply to have someone to buy groceries for me… Thinking of this, Fran glanced subtly at Sigrid, who was cleaning beside him. However, the Sunforge Order's manhunt is long-term, and it's expected that the pursuit will not lessen for at least six months.

Out of concern for the maid's safety, the task of purchasing supplies ultimately had to be left to me.

……

[Dear Dr. Fran, the November monthly house call has been triggered. The target is Rosalie Noralia, a messenger from the 'Moon Familia'. She is suffering from continuous burns from silver-nailed arrows and is expected to go into shock in 1 hour and 15 minutes.]

Just as she was fretting over what to buy for cooking, a rather inconvenient reminder about her monthly house call rang in her ears.

"So you're picking the perfect time to work again, right?"

Fran straightened the collar of his white lab coat and sighed somewhat irritably.

"One hour and fifteen minutes? I must say, they truly live up to their reputation as the Moon's Kin; their vitality is truly tenacious..."

Given Sister Heda's physical condition, her previous description of being severely injured was that she "would die within 10 minutes." Yet Rosalie, despite being injured by the silver weapon, managed to withstand the damage for over an hour, and even after that time, she was only in shock…

"Are you getting ready to make a house call?" Haida clearly noticed the change in Fran's expression and tone.

From initially appearing as if he might fall asleep at any moment, to now being fully prepared... the two completely different states seem to have changed in an instant.

“Miss Rosalie is in trouble. It’s not a good thing for the Moon Familia’s messenger to die in Norrington.”

She stretched out her hand, covered in stitches, and yawned while covering her lips.

"Does Dr. Fran know Miss Rosalie?"

Haida was slightly surprised by this. Fran had been very busy lately, and she hadn't been there when she carried out the purge order last time... Could it be that she was actually there, but didn't show herself to avoid Yaheng?

Fran nodded and then gave a brief explanation.

“I will pay special attention to the vampires who enter Norrington, since materials from these special races are rare. However, Rosalie’s situation is a bit different. If it weren’t for Child’s introduction, I might not have noticed her.”

"It was probably a few days ago. At the time, I was working part-time as a fortune teller at the Mirror of Enlightenment Club... But that's beside the point. Sister Haida can tell you more about it later if she wants to hear it."

Fran picked up the medicine box, then took out his brass pocket watch and glanced at the time.

Although Rosalie's vital signs can be maintained for quite some time, she may suffer secondary injuries during this period, so it would be better to arrive as soon as possible just in case.

Fran pushed open the door and stepped into the mist, glancing back at Sigrid, who was behaving quite obediently as she tended the shop.

She actually quite wanted to take Sigrid on her house calls. But considering that the artisan and Rosalie were obviously a little bit incompatible in terms of biological attributes... she decided against it this time.

If it affects the patient's condition, then it would be putting the cart before the horse.

A misty fog hangs in the air, drifting and swirling.

Fran and Heida's figures quickly disappeared into the starlight of the twilight.

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North boundary of Norlington suburbs.

Rosalie curled up, carefully hiding in the shadows of the alleyway. From the long run, her heartbeat and breathing had become erratic and rapid.

That guy is still nearby, definitely still there.

Rosalie bit her lip tightly, trying to calm her trembling body. At the same time, the intense burning pain in her abdomen was eroding her sanity, and the weakness after exhaustion was slowly seeping into her limbs.

She covered her lower abdomen with one hand, and the shaft of the silver-studded arrow could be seen through her fingers.

Bright red blood gushed out, soaking the reporter's dark gray jacket and shirt, seemingly unstoppable.

Rosalie is preparing to leave Norrington today and return to Golmouth to report to the Presbyterian Council.

However, she was attacked as soon as she reached the city's border. The two Exorcists who accompanied her on the escort mission died on the spot, and she barely managed to escape with injuries thanks to the physical advantages of vampires.

The attacker appeared to have come prepared; the nailed arrows he used were even silver-plated. Moreover, the arrowheads had barbs, making them impossible to pull out once they embedded themselves in the flesh.

Who is it? A killer from the Meredith family? No… They're already struggling to breathe under the pressure of facing the Hunters alone, so how could they dare to openly oppose the White Cup Order at this time?

Furthermore, Meredith's people are unaware of my identity as a member of the Moon Familia. Even if they despise news reports about Carni, they wouldn't resort to such drastic measures against a journalist.

Who could it be? Who...it is...Phew, keep thinking, Rosalie.

For a moment, she felt the drowsiness caused by the massive blood loss overwhelm her control over her body, as if she were about to fall into a deep sleep regardless of everything.

...In any case, we must find a way to leave here and seek help from any religious group.

Leaning against the alleyway wall, Rosalie slowly stood up.

Fortunately, this is the northern boundary.

The environment of homeless settlements is complex and confusing, making it difficult for others to locate them. Although the wound was still bleeding, they were careful not to leave any bloodstains while moving.

She should have waited a few days and taken the train. But no, that guy could have done it in the carriage too... Even now, she was still a little confused.

Who exactly wants to kill me? What is their motive? I'm just an envoy, what could I possibly have to scheme against?

“Cough…” Rosalie coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly approached the exit on one side of the alley.

The city's outskirts are somewhat chaotic, but fortunately, land is cheap... so many companies set up operations nearby. There's a carriage rental company around; if we could get there, perhaps we could find a way to shake off our pursuers.

Whether it's using the location for cover or forcibly driving away, it's better than waiting to die here.

She crouched low in the shadows until she finally arrived at the closed iron gate of the carriage rental company.

It was already past business hours, but the lights in the guardhouse were still on.

Rosalie pushed open the half-closed door, and the instant she saw the scene inside, her crimson eyes narrowed as if they were needles.

The seat that should have been occupied by the gatekeeper was occupied by a tall, thin, and pale man.

He was dressed in a double-breasted autumn coat, looking proper and serious. Although the temperature had not yet dropped completely, he had already put on black leather gloves.

He stared at Rosalie with great interest, as if admiring prey struggling in its death throes.

"Hello, Ms. Rosalie. Did you enjoy the surprise I prepared for you?"

"How...did you find me?"

Because of prolonged contact with silver products, Luo Qisha was severely weakened, and even speaking became difficult for her.

"You're joking. How could I not find such a strong, sweet smell of blood?"

As he spoke, the man approached Rosalie, dipped his finger in the blood plasma from her abdominal wound, and put it in his mouth, revealing an expression of ecstasy.

"How sweet, how rich. Blood untouched by time... My dear child, I can't wait to drink you dry."

He grinned menacingly, revealing his pale, sharp fangs.

“You are… a lost vampire?” Rosalie gritted her teeth and took a step back.

Like Byas, some vampires did not receive the favor of the Moon of Rebirth, but were also rejected by the Crimson Grail because of the betrayal of the Moon of Bud... and ultimately became lost and faithless.

Rosalie herself was not even thirty years old, and she had almost no ability to resist these people of her kind who were over a hundred years old.

"Oh, what made you have such a misconception?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned the collar of his autumn coat, revealing the Holy Emblem of Rebirth etched on his collarbone.

“Of course I am also a chosen one of the moon goddess. But I am different from you... How can you insects who have sworn an oath to food be worthy to be my companions?”

“Lloyd Murdoch. Remember this name in your final moments…”

Lloyd enjoyed Rosalie's disheveled appearance.

Changes in emotions can also affect the taste of blood. The huge gap between hope and despair can make the "spirit" contained within blood more intense and mellow.

Even when facing his own people, he consistently adhered to his "brewing" process.

"The Murdoch family... Do you know Regis Murdoch?"

A female voice, tinged with curiosity, rang out.

9. "He was my elder brother. He once had some fame, but later disappeared from the public eye."

4. Lost in his own emotions, Lloyd answered the question without thinking. But soon, he realized... the voice asking the question didn't seem to be from Rosalie.

Lloyd turned around abruptly and saw a young girl in a white doctor's coat who had appeared behind the door at some point.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her amber eyebrows arched, and she smiled brightly.

"As expected, it's a family trait; even the probability of individuals with blood plague is so high. Very good, we've finally seen the second blood plague patient to enter Norrington."

A hazy, murky mist quietly spread, and then Haida, dressed in a black nun's robe, appeared. Without saying a word, she raised her hand and drew her power sword, "Nirvana." With a metallic hum, the smoke dissipated.

"Back then, Regis had many titles: 'The Shadow of Sandrank Street,' 'The Ripper,' 'The Ghost of Moonbolton.' Each title corresponded to a murder in a particular neighborhood."

Fran gently stroked his hand covered in stitches as he calmly and slowly approached Lloyd.

"...Why don't you guess why he disappeared in the end?"

As she spoke, she grinned, revealing her beautiful, small, pointed teeth.

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Chapter 86 Memories Like Smoke

The moonlight, like threads, shone through the window sill, clear and cool.

Seeing Fran walking leisurely forward, Lloyd instinctively took a step back.

There was no sign of any secret technique being used, nor any spiritual aura. He clearly sensed no danger or abnormality from the doctor before him, yet his heart inexplicably tightened.

"Did you kill him?"

He cautiously probed, wanting to observe Fran's speech and reactions further.

"No. Although dangerous materials that have lost their research value are usually routinely destroyed, I did not execute Regis."

“I don’t object to vampires taking food from humans in moderation, as long as it’s kept under 200cc per serving and they are paid accordingly. But he clearly went over that line… He not only drank his victim dry, but also dismembered and tortured him.”

"How can a guy like that be worthy of bearing the noble name 'Regis'?"

Fran's narration was calm and organized, as if he were talking about his cats and dogs at home.