The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"The danger of this ritual is that it summons not only seawater, but also the ultra-high pressure of the deep sea. Gases dissolved in body fluids will be rapidly released to form air embolisms, and in even worse situations, a person can be directly crushed by the air pressure."

"In addition, this ritual will also trigger the alarm of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower."

She had a certain level of knowledge and knowledge of the esoteric systems of various sects. Although she had forgotten some of the forbidden first-class rituals, the [Spine Prison] was only a fairly common second-class ritual, and it was not difficult for her to interpret.

Haida gazed at the prayer inscriptions on the sea stone gate, which resembled a line of ants, and after sensing the flow of its spiritual energy for a moment, she offered a solution.

"If I can cut off the alarm's trigger, I can directly disrupt the ritual using the [Tear Ritual]. I can also destroy the door itself along with it."

The Tear Ritual can forcibly interrupt the operation of the ritual array and eliminate potential adverse consequences, such as self-destruction caused by the uncontrolled release of disordered spiritual energy, or certain trap reaction mechanisms.

"But such damage would be too conspicuous and might reveal the presence of the Hunters."

After careful consideration, she ruled out this option herself.

Although Haida had previously eliminated all traces at Foy's Sleeping Sand Bell Tower using some methods, the methods used at that time were "eliminating evidence" and "destroying the scene".

The idea is to mislead trackers, directing their suspicions toward evil spirits and demons.

This is the heart of the Mordway Clock Tower, and if the doors are damaged, the Star Abyss Society will undoubtedly conduct a rigorous and large-scale investigation afterward. It's clearly inappropriate to continue using the same methods.

Fran naturally knew what she was thinking. After a brief smile, he opened his fair palm, revealing two deep blue, faceted gemstones.

“Don’t worry, Haida. Besides medicine, I also have some experience with the art of ‘opening doors’…”

"This is?"

Upon seeing the two gems shimmering with azure light, Vivian blinked and leaned closer.

Crow Muning also peeked out from the breast pocket of her graduation gown, her black pearl-like eyes completely captivated by the clear, dazzling color. 8

"Tears of Heir, a rare spiritual material used to power ritual arrays. Hmm... it could probably also be used to forge the core of a secret furnace."

Fran explained the situation of the two Heil Tears, then picked one up and handed it to Munn. The latter deftly and skillfully picked up the gem with her beak, then carefully tucked it into Vivian's pocket.

Looking at the scene before her, Haida pondered for a moment and then confidently guessed the origin of the material.

"Dr. Fran, the origin of this Tear of Hyel... is it the ritual array within the Seastone Gate?"

"Correct answer." Shan

Fran nodded slightly, readily admitting it. 4

"To prevent the energy-gathering materials in the ritual array from being taken away, a small ritual to sound an alarm was nested within it... In my opinion, this behavior is almost no different from burying one's head in the sand. Wouldn't it be better to just take away the energy-supplying materials from both rituals at the same time?"

"No matter how powerful a ritual is, if it loses the spiritual element that empowers it, it is just a meaningless prayer."

As she spoke, she gently stroked the cool-feeling sapphire, then tucked it into the pocket of her doctor's coat.

"The sorcerer who performed the inscription ritual did have some ingenious ideas, but they weren't cunning enough. If it were me, I would place an identification mechanism in the room inside the door, so that if the door wasn't opened in a specific way, the visitor would be led into a deadly trap..."

Fran commented with a hint of disappointment, then raised his hand and opened the sea stone door.

Almost the instant the door was opened, the three women's surroundings underwent a dramatic transformation. They had been at the dark, empty base of the tower, but now felt as if they were in the depths of a lightless abyss. The ocean currents, carrying surging, roared and swirled, threatening to shred them apart.

"despair."

Fran snapped his fingers together.

The domain of "Dirty Removal" then unfolded, and the surrounding cold torrents were repelled by the clear light, forming a spotless spherical space.

In addition, the descaling and deodorizing process can retain dissolved oxygen in the seawater while repelling it, preventing a vacuum from forming.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Thanks to Fran's help, Vivian wasn't swept away by the current. Even so, she was soaked to the bone and choked on a mouthful of bitter seawater, leaving her in a rather disheveled state.

"Dr. Fran..."

Vivian tossed her wet hair aside and looked at Fran with a slightly resentful gaze.

Soon, tiny white wisps of water vapor rose from the parts of her body that had been soaked by the seawater, and her previously wet clothes dried completely in the blink of an eye.

Fran blinked his amber eyes innocently and reassured Vivian.

"The fabric fibers will be in a clamped state after absorbing water, and it will take a little time to completely separate. Don't worry, Vivian, I won't let you sneak in while you're wet."

"The seawater is too cold; it's easy to catch a cold that way. Prevention is key for all illnesses..." (The rest of the text appears to be a series of seemingly random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete sentence.)

As she spoke, she took out the ceremonial sword "False Sun," which had been molded from Sigrid, from her waist and gently gripped the hilt.

As its intense spiritual energy slowly dissipated, Vivian felt the loss of temperature in her limbs quickly dissipate, and the tension she had entered due to the deep-water reaction gradually eased.

"Dr. Fran, didn't you say there were no traps...?"

Vivian narrowed her eyes, looking at Fran beside her with a hint of suspicion.

Trusting the doctor's abilities, Vivian didn't believe he hadn't seen through the trap nested within the seastone door. Instead, she suspected it might all be intentional on his part…

After all, judging from past experiences, Dr. Fran does indeed have a peculiar penchant for mocking others. Oh, or you could call it a rather wicked sense of humor.

“Vivian, this is not a trap, but a ‘secret realm.’ This is the place we are meant to go.”

Fran suppressed his smile, then gently raised his index finger, pointing forward along the faint glow of [Dispelling Dust and Impurities].

It was a magnificent palace standing on the seabed.

The sea beast statues sculpted on both sides of the palace gate, the stone pillars with engraved prayers... both in terms of form and scale, all demonstrate the magnificent and elegant architectural style of the Chenxu era.

Even in the dark abyss, its outline obscured by the black, cold seawater, it still possesses an extremely strong sense of presence.

"The palace is not independent; this... is a city."

Haida looked around and found that as far as the eye could see, there were layers upon layers of buildings. But they seemed to be neglected, and under the erosion of the sea and ocean currents over the years, they had been reduced to half-destroyed ruins, and there was only a dark and desolate silence around them.

Apart from the sound of the seawater flowing, there was no other noise.

Fran maintained his "Dust and Impurity Removal" and led Haida and Vivian slowly toward the indistinct palace.

During the process, she couldn't help but purse her lips and let out a soft sigh with slight regret.

"I never imagined that the prison beneath the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower would be a secret realm. It's truly... such a pity."

When she said this, her voice was so soft that the two people beside her didn't even hear it, not even a sword.

Based on previously gathered intelligence, Fran learned that the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower was actually similar to a special prison, with the core level being the cells for confinement. However, he was unaware that the cells would be in the form of a secret realm.

Otherwise, she would have sent a notification letter to the Star Abyss Academy in advance, and then sneaked into the clock tower alone to steal the entire secret realm... Such a vast and spiritually rich hidden space would definitely be rated as "flawless" or higher.

The palace in the center is the only well-preserved building in the entire underwater city ruins. The three of them followed the path paved with seashells and coral bones and arrived in front of the palace after several tens of minutes.

"finally reached……"

After stepping over the wide steps, Fran let out a soft sigh and said wearily.

She then lifted her leg back and rubbed her slightly sore ankle through her black gauze stockings to ease the discomfort from walking for a long time.

Because the building is so large, it doesn't seem far from a distance, but it actually took quite a while to get there.

If only Heda were to accompany him this time, Fran would even like to have her carry him, making full use of the exceptional capabilities of this nun-like humanoid vehicle...

But Vivian was there, so the idea had to be abandoned... After all, it would be very harmful to a doctor's reputation to let a child laugh at him.

"so quiet."

Haida closed her eyes slightly and said in a deep voice.

She had initially thought that the singing she had heard before would exist in the core layer of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, but upon entering, she found only the stillness of the deep sea. Cold, lonely, and almost suffocating.

Before she could finish speaking, a lazy and slightly annoyed female voice came from inside the palace.

"This is not a theater; there is no audience, no singer. There is only a prisoner waiting to die."

"Wouldn't it be better to be quieter?"

The owner of the voice sounded distraught, yet their words still carried a beautiful, gentle, and ethereal tone, like a captivating ode.

Unlike city ruins, the interior of the palace was not filled with seawater, but rather with breathable air. Fluorescent spiritual energy could be seen flowing on the floor, suggesting some ancient ritual was underway.

The sound came from the very center of the entire Ridge Palace, where a lady could be seen reclining on a pale throne made of jagged bone, her cheek resting on one hand.

Her hair was an almost cold, pale blue, like the broken, cold moonlight of Gormouth.

Her attire was a noble robe from the Dust Order era, but its style differed from common human designs. Beneath the silk gauze skirt that covered her calves, soft, transparent tentacles could be faintly seen curling and writhing... as if they were living creatures.

"No offense intended, ma'am."

Following his usual practice, Fran maintained his standard business smile and bowed to the person in front of him.

"Madam? It's only been half a month since I last visited, and the people of Lingchao have already forgotten how to address me?"

She seemed to find it somewhat laughable, then spoke again with a hint of confusion.

"Wait, no... It's not a full moon yet, so why are you here? Are you on the orders of that freak Gunther? Tell him to give up on me."

"Humans who habitually utter the word 'love' all day long are truly disgusting. Gunther merely confuses it with a thirst for power, and is not even as good as his despicable ancestors, at least they dared to confront their desire for power."

Upon hearing the woman's words, Heda and Vivian exchanged a brief glance and roughly understood why Prince Gunther had the rumor of being "uninterested in women."

The object he pursues... is indeed not human.

"In fact, we are not Tide Listeners, nor are we familiar with Prince Gunther. We came to the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower simply to uncover the secrets of the Star Abyss Society."

Fran remained remarkably patient with her almost disgusted attempts to drive her away, her amber eyes showing no sign of displeasure.

After all, this doctor has always been tolerant of his patients.

Just now, she received a bounty for trauma emergency care for patients with Abyss disease.

[Dear Dr. Fran, an emergency case involving a special patient has been triggered (fixed rating; Abyss 'Apollyon'). The patient is 'Sydya Hydya,' a pure-blooded noble of the mythical creature 'Hydya Remnant'.]

The patient suffers from 'moderate spiritual exhaustion', 'mild depression', and 'severe confinement syndrome'.

The patient is not in life-threatening condition, but please complete the treatment process within this month.

“Ms. Shitia, please allow me to briefly introduce myself. I am a highly professional doctor, and you may call me Fran.”

"And your condition... is not optimistic."

At this moment, Fran could hardly contain the excitement in his eyes, and the corners of his moist lips were uncontrollably curving upwards.

Oh, to stumble upon such valuable research material... cough, patient. Today is just too lucky. Perhaps the Grey Knight's amulet is starting to bring me good fortune?

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soup!

(The order of the house calls was a bit mixed up, so this chapter has been slightly revised. Sorry...)

Chapter Ninety-Five: The Key to the Foggy Street

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Fran's unexpected words, Xitia's eyes flickered slightly. However, her expression remained as indifferent as ever, showing no sign of surprise.

"Since you knew my name from the beginning, why did you pretend not to know it in the first place?"

After asking the question, she did not wait for Fran's explanation, but instead sighed and muttered to herself.

"Perhaps, as you say, you are indeed not a disciple of the Star Abyss Society. I smell the ancient, scaly scent on you... but I have no interest in manipulating lies and in the yearning of moths, human."

“Even if you were a doctor, I wouldn’t need any form of treatment… For the prisoners of the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower, health is of no importance.”

Her emotional state was quite strange.

At times, Si was as arrogant and majestic as an ancient nobleman, and at other times, she was like a lonely girl, full of weariness and sorrow.

"The smell of moths?"

Upon hearing this, Fran raised his sleeve to his nose, sniffed it lightly, and then revealed a knowing look.

A few days ago, while treating the Moon God Edros, the plague in his blood and bones was transformed and assimilated by the pure moth essence of the shell species, turning into a powdery state.

As it shook off the scales, the aura of the ancient shelled species also clung to its body.

"That was left over from the last house call. Please don't mind, Ms. Xitia."

She gently raised her hand and waved it, dispelling some of the lingering scent on her sleeve.

However, she did not activate the [Dust Removal and Impurity Elimination] skill to completely remove it.

"I have a preliminary understanding of your condition... Please do not hesitate to seek medical help. Furthermore, since I requested the medical services, I will not charge you any extra fees."

Upon hearing Fran's words, Shitia's expression also showed a hint of surprise.

The guy in front of me, who called himself a doctor, not only had a bizarre way of thinking, but also a kind of stubborn persistence.