The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Marian."

Before Haida could even express her gratitude, Marian had already hurried away to attend to matters related to the medical court.

She brought Heda to see Viola during her break time, but not only did she only get a glimpse of her from afar, she was also dragged around and asked questions for most of the day.

My already hectic work situation is now becoming increasingly precarious...

Young Marianne was clearly not as composed and mature as she would later be, but precisely because she and Heida were "the same age" at that time, the distance between them that had grown with the passage of time was less.

Seeing Marian leave, Heda breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although the first type of ritual, the "Mouth of Proverbs," inadvertently confirmed the identity of the Sea Dare Hunter during the examination, Marianne never doubted her from beginning to end... In reality, she was a genuine unregistered person.

If she were to actually go to the funeral home to collect supplies, she would probably have to hand over her ID from twenty years in the future... That scene would be rather comical.

After waiting a moment and confirming that Marian had completely left, Heida led Flamel into the somewhat crowded medical shelter.

This place is full of all kinds of patients, most of whom are in the early stages of the disease but have not yet fully recovered. Those in the middle stage and above are in isolation and under strict control.

Just then, she saw an unexpected figure... it was Viola.

Her eyes were slightly bluish, and although a gentle smile still lingered on her lips, her face was pale and haggard.

The scales of life and death are balanced by time. Viola is unwilling to waste any available time... even if it saves just one more life, it's all worthwhile.

Once her psychic and mental state had recovered to the point where she could still move, she resumed the clinical treatment work that she had to do all by herself.

"Dr. Viola, I think I'm going to die, right? Cough, cough, why don't you just leave me alone and let me open a couple of bottles of wine and have a good drink... When I'm about to die, just throw me out of the cult..."

A man lying on a makeshift bed weakly made a joke at her.

Viola then gave this rather unserious guy some serious advice.

"Don't talk nonsense, Uncle Molok. Your symptoms are just in the early stages... Although you will feel intense discomfort after the 'osmosis therapy,' you will recover quickly. You will get better."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Seeing that Viola seemed a little angry, Moloch gently raised his hand to beg for forgiveness.

Although he was craving alcohol, he didn't really want to die. He just wanted to help the doctor relax, who was looking tired and tense.

She then went to the other patients and checked on their recovery progress in turn.

Heda observed quietly, and at the same time, she once again felt that strange, restless feeling rising within her. Flamel, standing beside her, also felt uneasy and reached out to tug at the hem of her nun's robe.

This is the worst of the pandemic, but in Norrington's true history, it will also end at this moment. What exactly brought the nearly peak of bacteriosis to an abrupt halt?

Could it be Dr. Fran? But if it is, why did Viola die? And how could this plague have lasted for two years?

……

The outskirts of the Hunter's headquarters, the Land of Immaculate Beauty.

At some point, those nine people who had been crawling on the ground, contaminated with the disease, stood up. >〔￣♀〇∧∥5」”

They slowly moved the decaying sacs, now a bed of fungi, and embraced each other. Slime-like fluid flowed from their dark eye sockets, as if they were weeping with joy.

It is unclear who opened their mouth first, but began to chant loudly, even though their vocal cords and throat were already rotten.

The songs rose and fell in an uninterrupted stream, like the faint chirping of insects after the rain on the day of the Awakening of Insects.

"Mid-spring, at dawn, is the season of growth and joy."

"Dead soldiers, living corpses, let's sing the praises of evil in unison."

"Flourishing, transforming, never ceasing!"

"Decaying bones, burdening their frail bodies. Lofty people, crowned with lofty regalia. To serve the sovereign, what an honor!"

The chaotic chants intertwined, and the dead bodies, entangled in fungal spores, merged together. Within just a few breaths, a horrifying colossus composed of corpses and the living appeared.

He slowly rolled across the streets, and even those infected who had not yet been incorporated were absorbed into his body as he approached. If the body formed the colossus, it would turn into silent bones; if it formed the crown…

They will be given life again, writhing in terror and despair until only pure happiness remains in their expressions.

"Bacteroides" is a terrifying disease. It is also the first type of ritual of the Crowned Cult, the "Crown Ceremony." It can summon the avatar of that deity from the astral plane and the void…

They were not "apostles" or "servants," but true incarnations of deities.

There were no decrepit acolytes or priests in Norrington. For they had already offered their bodies as offerings for the ritual when the plague began to spread.

The astral tremors caused by the first type of ritual could not be concealed. Even though it was some distance from the Hunter's headquarters, its presence was already obvious... But at the same time, it had no need to hide itself.

Grantham, who was far away at Norrington Central College, took off his pipe and let out a deep sigh.

Before the council table carved from sandalwood, a group of White Cup professors wearing the badges of the Debunkers turned their gaze toward Grantham, who sat at the head of the table.

Terence spoke with a solemn expression.

"Principal, aren't we going to help the hunters? If they fall over there, our fate won't be much different."

"I have issued the shelling permission, and the area where that thing appeared is now under saturation bombardment."

Woodlandsham looked exactly the same, his face still as aged as ever. He held a long briar pipe and straightened his pointed hat, which had been tilted by the explosions of the cannon fire.

“That might not be very effective for ‘He’…” Terence gritted his teeth slightly.

Fourth, "Terrence".

So Grantham raised his deep eyes and looked at him seemingly casually.

"Just witnessing that thing would drive us mad. How can we stop it? The final research isn't finished yet... Perhaps we should leave here."

"Why run away? It's not only the Decaying Crown Cult that has the first type of ritual!"

Terence slammed his hands on the table, arguing defiantly.

"Ugh……"

Grantham rubbed the wrinkles between his brows and let out a sigh.

"Since the White Cup ancestors perished in the Lost Age, from the beginning of this millennium until now, the great forerunner has never answered any call. Our venerable forerunner, wrongly given a divine name, is probably truly asleep..."

“It is not shameful to flee. Survival is always the first priority of the race.”

……

Haida's spiritual awareness had long since returned, so she naturally sensed something descending from the intense astral fluctuations long ago.

Grand, malevolent, yet familiar... it is that towering colossus that wanders the streets of the Silent Hill.

At the same time, she realized that the scenery around her was beginning to become blurry and unreal.

It's likely that the appearance of a divine phantom made this memory unstable.

However, it seems that because the most important person has not yet arrived, this "memory" has not collapsed directly... but it has begun to approach the end of its strength and is on the verge of collapse.

Viola slowly stepped out of the settlement and walked towards the Immaculate Land of the Hunter's Headquarters.

Her expression remained as gentle and calm as ever, without any surprise or astonishment, as if she had expected this to happen.

"Ms. Flamel hasn't appeared for two years. Perhaps I won't have the chance to say goodbye to her..."

"Hopefully she's just left Norrington and is doing well."

"And what about Yaheng? Will he hate me when he wakes up? Was my wish to let him live on alone... too selfish?"

As they spoke in hushed tones, golden-red flames blazed brightly on the "Medical Secretary's" simple white robe.

Although the swirling sparks did not burn her body, her already weakened life force was rapidly depleted... turning into specks of ashes that peeled off her clothes.

The first-tier secret technique in the middle tier: [Ember Avatar].

The colossal statue, crowned with a living skeleton, approached slowly and majestically; gradually, its form became clearly visible. 2≤,

Before anyone knew it, Viola had arrived before the incarnation of the Degenerate Crown.

As she gently closed her hands, a bright, clear hemispherical field suddenly unfolded around her, enveloping everything within sight.

But it seemed that because the user was burning their life force intensely, even those few tiny lights became dazzling and blinding.

Haida narrowed her eyes for a moment.

She was very familiar with this; it was the "dust removal and filth removal" technique... but she had never seen it on this scale before.

Under the blazing light, this miniature garden, constructed from memories, finally collapsed.

But at the last moment, Haida quietly caught a whiff of a cool scent. Faint, serene, with a hint of damp chill, like the morning mist.

……

Almost the instant she returned to Silent Hill from the third building, Haida heard a loud explosion from the sky.

High-pitched, noisy, almost deafening—it was the alarm that had previously caused Fran's disappearance.

This time, however, the dark sky began to gradually fade from its deep black, and a pale glimmer of light appeared.

The corpse and the rusted steel mesh seemed to shrink as if alive, until they retreated completely into the shadows.

In an instant, the place returned to its quiet and desolate state, as if everything that had happened before was just a nightmare from which one had suddenly awakened.

Just then, a slightly languid female voice rang in Haida's ears, who was still in a daze.

“Dear Sister Heda, you don’t need to hold me anymore, it’s quite embarrassing. The paralysis during the spinal ‘Sphinx’ adaptation period has healed, and…”

Fran, who was in Haida's arms, breathed a sigh of relief and then raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I don't have any injuries on my legs right now, do I?"

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I skipped a day, but I didn't lose too many recommendation votes. Thanks!

(This chapter contains a high number of uncommon characters, cough)

Chapter Ninety-Seven: My Madness [The Hill of Silence]

"Dr. Fran?"

It was only at this moment that Haida realized that the person she was holding was no longer the girl in tattered straitjackets, but Dr. Fran in a white coat.

No wonder it felt a bit heavier...

After confirming that the other person had indeed regained their ability to move, the nun put her down.

Fran slowly stood still, taking some time to adjust to the feeling of regaining control of his body.

Although the aftereffects of paralysis may cause some discomfort, the inlaid spinal "Sphinx" is now working, so she won't fall on flat ground when she walks.

"Sigh~ The end of the year is really tough. The last quarterly house call of the year is not only difficult, but there's also the possibility of privacy violations..."

With a sigh, she slightly raised her hand and pulled the "Reaching for the Moon" connection between herself and Haida back to her wrist.

"Haidah, are you confused?... I guess you already have part of the answer, but now I need to add some details."

"Well, if Dr. Fran is willing to tell me."

Haida looked at the person who had experienced the great plague, with many questions lingering in her mind, but she didn't know where to begin.

After a moment's thought, the nun chose to inquire about the alarm that had plunged the entire town into a nightmare... Although she was eager to know about the past of the Great Plague, it probably wouldn't be of much help in the current situation.

After all, Dr. Fran could still revert to Flamel if the explosion were to occur again.

Solving the current predicament is the most urgent task.

Why does this town turn into hell after the sirens sound?

"And... Dr. Fran, how did you turn into a little girl?"

Fran blinked lightly, seemingly quite pleased with her attitude towards the question. Past matters could wait; dealing with the problem was the priority…

"The Hill of Silence is divided into two worlds, an inner and an outer one. Once the alarm sounds, the town will switch from the 'outer' world, which is closer to reality, to the 'inner' world, which is like hell."

"The world inside is composed of the darkness within the heart of the one who enters. Hatred, regret, desire... therefore, it will present the most distorted state."

Recalling the corpses that had wandered in the darkness and the rusted steel meshes everywhere, Haida nodded with deep feeling.

"But besides the intense darkness, it also presents other things. For example, memories of the past, or the desire to save others..."

"Flame is a part of my past self, and also the 'manifestation' of this wish."

It was almost exactly as she had imagined... Haida got the answer she had been guessing from Fran, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

Thinking about this, she was reminded of a very important question.

Did Dr. Fran retain self-awareness while acting as 'Flame'?