Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1262 - 1260: Loss of Image (4)

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1260: Loss of Image (4)

Beside the sickbed, three pairs of eyes—one large, two small—fell into an instant state of stasis.

At the center of their gaze was the absurdly advanced diagnostic method.

Did their eyes deceive them? This highly-paid special medical professional just swallowed a blood sample?

It was the first time they had heard of such an analytical method.

This went far beyond simply tasting it. It was clear that the blood sample, upon entering his mouth, was sent straight to his stomach without hesitation.

What’s more disturbing was that, before this audacious gulp, the man had actually sniffed it first.

Watching him hold the instrument in his hand, inspecting it thoughtfully as though lost in contemplation, they couldn’t help but recall his previous actions.

Adding to the eerie scene was his pale, gaunt face, conjuring uncontrollable associations with the legendary name—Vampire.

Mrs. Winslow’s recently revived expression had already splintered into pieces, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Doctor...what are the results of the analysis?"

Mr. Winslow seemed to handle the situation slightly better, forcing himself to ask through gritted teeth.

The result... Crystal clear in color, rich and full-bodied in flavor, with excellent adhesion to the glass.

Fu Qian gave a slight nod, a string of silent appraisals forming instantly in his mind.

Of course, announcing such findings aloud would likely be too much for the patient’s family to bear. Some tact was in order.

"For now, things seem fine. However, a more detailed analysis will take about another half an hour."

Fu Qian replied with utter nonchalance, seemingly indifferent to the Winslows’ reactions. He placed the instrument back and continued rummaging through his bag.

Fu Qian, of course, had no particular interest in drinking blood. What he had just done was quite simple. When his perception failed to detect any abnormalities, he resorted to using his most advanced analytical tool—Insight.

With its so-called Divine-Level efficacy, if there was anything suspicious hidden in Miss Winslow’s flesh or blood, it would surely reveal itself to some extent.

However, the results proved disappointing. A cup of blood down, and Miss Winslow turned out to be an entirely ordinary human being.

In fact, thanks to her affluent background, she didn’t even suffer from minor deficiencies like malnutrition.

Clearly, this was an even worse outcome.

It all but confirmed that this was no simple contamination. Those enormous eyes were the result of a more abstract influence.

Thankfully, she had encountered a professional like him. Otherwise, Miss Winslow might not have escaped the fate of physical purification.

In any case, things were getting interesting.

...

No abnormalities were detected. A more detailed analysis result will take another half an hour...

Unfortunately, it was evident that all of Fu Qian’s meticulous efforts were unappreciated by the patient’s family.

It was still not the result they wanted, and coupled with an absurdly unorthodox method, Mr. Winslow’s eyes already betrayed thinly-veiled anger.

"Doctor... We came to you based on others’ recommendations, and time is precious... Aside from this incomprehensible approach, shouldn’t we be doing something else?"

"You claim time is precious, yet you’re making me waste time answering your questions?"

Faced with doubts about his professionalism, Fu Qian finally looked up, letting out a cold snort.

"So why would someone like me, with my so-called incomprehensible methods, get recommended to you?"

The earlier statements clearly failed to convince Mr. Winslow, but the rhetorical question in that last sentence interrupted whatever retort he had prepared.

Why? The answer was simple. They had no other choice.

The situation was too sensitive, and no one wanted to take on such a risk. Even if this person seemed unreliable, he was practically the only option left.

"By the way, you are correct about one thing—her time is indeed running out."

Seeing the bluster of the angry family member deflate, Fu Qian snorted again, further heightening the tense atmosphere.

"By sunrise at the latest, her condition will become completely irreversible."

Before sunrise?

Instinctively looking towards the window, Mrs. Winslow’s face went pale, her lower lip trembling slightly.

The starry sky suggested it was well into the night. In other words, they had at most a few hours left...

"Doctor..."

Breaking the stunned silence was, unexpectedly, the patient herself.

Miss Winslow, propped up in bed, had her gaze fixed on the bottles and jars in the medical kit.

"What... does blood taste like?"

Girl, your line of thought is rather unconventional.

The first thing Miss Winslow cared about was this? It seemed that in the past few days, she must have given plenty of thought to life and death, making her relatively unphased by his earlier statement.

Analyzing the patient’s psychological state, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

Too bad her parents couldn’t be this calm. For a moment, they even forgot to question him, instead staring at their daughter in shock.

"Just curious,"

Jane explained with a smile under their scrutiny, appearing oddly intrigued by the thought of someone tasting a part of her.

"Not tasty."

Before the family could interject, Fu Qian satisfied her curiosity, offering no embellishments.

"If I could choose, I think it could at least use a bit of salt and spices."

"Unfortunately, any addition would severely interfere with the results of the analysis."

Fu Qian sighed with faint regret.

"...So, Doctor, what are you doing now?"

Clearly, Mr. Winslow found the topic of his daughter’s "culinary appeal" unbearable and finally interrupted to redirect the conversation.

"You said time is precious, so of course, I’m not going to just sit here and wait for the results."

Glancing at the now thoroughly rummaged kit, Fu Qian replied offhandedly. Then, as if recalling something, he slapped his forehead.

"Ah, I forgot. It’s not in here."

The next moment, Fu Qian began patting himself down, eventually pulling something out of his pocket.

"Is that...also a diagnostic tool?"

As their attention was drawn to the pristine, meticulously crafted rattle bell, the Winslows’ confusion inevitably deepened.

"It is. And there’s no need for you to step aside,"

Fu Qian said as he stepped forward, motioning for Jane to look at the Eternal Clarity Mind in his hand. Without hesitation, he rang it.

If his opponent was indeed some kind of principle or law, he might as well use this opportunity to confirm its level of abstraction.

With the bell’s crisp chime, the repulsion of the Transcendent was once again felt.

Simultaneously, Miss Jane Winslow’s youthful face began to change.

In a manner defying comprehension, her absurdly large eyes quickly adjusted their proportions to harmonize with her other features.

Amazing.

Having been watching her closely, Fu Qian naturally didn’t miss this transformation. Unfortunately, even he couldn’t ascertain whether her blood and flesh had truly altered.

Because, before Extraordinary Perception could return, the changes on Miss Jane Winslow’s face had already vanished.

In comparison, the duration of Eternal Clarity Mind’s influence on her was significantly shorter.