Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1266 - 1264: Loss of Image (8)

Chapter 1266: Chapter 1264: Loss of Image (8)

"What took effect?"

Faced with an excited Mr. Winslow, Fu Qian gestured toward the seat next to him, indicating to take it slow and speak calmly.

"It’s—"

The sophistication of medical expertise is multi-dimensional. Fu Qian’s steady composure successfully influenced the patient’s family.

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Winslow quickly regained his calm, swallowing back the words he had half-spoken.

"After the initial treatment just now, my daughter’s condition seems to have improved a lot. Doctor, could you take another look at her if it’s convenient now?"

Emphasizing "condition," Mr. Winslow’s comment was flawless—at least, for Natalie, who was hiding behind the door.

Fu Qian naturally knew someone hadn’t left, just like he knew the person who had brought food earlier had stood and watched for quite a while in the same posture before coming in.

Of course, Mr. Winslow was surely oblivious to a vengeful spirit lurking on the side.

"Sure."

Under the unusually bright and expectant gaze, Fu Qian stood up, agreeing to cut his break short.

...

"Thank you so much, doctor!"

Returning the same way, quicker than he had left, as the door opened, Mrs. Winslow, who had been closely examining her daughter by the bedside, rushed over, disregarding her composure.

"When did it start?"

Fu Qian gave a slight nod but did not rush to celebrate. Instead, he scrutinized Jane on the bed.

It was understandable why the two parents were so emotional. At this moment, the proportions of Jane’s eyes had completely returned to normal, and she had transformed into an elegant and lovely noble girl.

In fact, Jane was equally excited, her sparkling eyes fixed on Fu Qian while tightly clutching the small mirror she had earlier, hiding it under the bed without letting go.

"It must have been a while. She was already like this when I got back earlier."

Mrs. Winslow, serious and thoughtful, genuinely reminisced as she responded to the doctor’s meticulous inquiry.

So, after sending him away earlier, had both parents been neglecting the patient and wandering elsewhere?

Fu Qian slightly furrowed his brow while listening. This didn’t align with their earlier show of caring behavior.

"I’m not entirely sure... It was actually my mother who reminded me, otherwise I might not have noticed."

Realizing Fu Qian had caught sight of the mirror she held, Jane appeared somewhat embarrassed.

After all, the contrast was striking—she had earlier looked as if she wanted to hide every mirror-like object away.

"Say a few more words."

Yet, Fu Qian didn’t let her off, sitting in the spot Mrs. Winslow had just occupied.

"Say what?"

Jane was clearly grateful for Fu Qian not pointing out the issue, though she seemed puzzled by his question.

"Anything you want to say."

Fu Qian responded in an exceedingly easygoing manner.

"...Thank you for your help. If there’s anything you need me to do, please let me know."

Realizing Fu Qian wasn’t joking, Jane hesitated for a moment before choosing to express her gratitude once again, unmistakably sincere in her tone.

Yet this time, her parents didn’t echo her sentiment.

"Doctor... her voice..."

Mrs. Winslow’s earlier joy had stiffened once more as she stared straight at her daughter.

"Normal phenomenon. Open your mouth."

At this moment, Fu Qian casually reassured them, gesturing toward the patient.

"My voice..."

Even Jane finally sensed something was off; her breathing grew heavier, though she still complied and opened her mouth.

Perfectly healthy, not even a trace of redness or swelling.

Fu Qian examined closely and arrived at his conclusion.

Except for regression.

Carefully deliberating, he found this term most accurate in describing the current situation.

The reason why the Winslow family was stunned was simple: Jane’s voice had become excessively clear and melodious, far removed from her age group.

While family members who spend ample time together often fail to notice subtle changes, once Jane spoke a few more sentences at Fu Qian’s request, the difference became strikingly apparent.

So why had Fu Qian asked Jane to speak?

From the moment her eyes recovered, Fu Qian had realized that the patient’s body was undergoing subtle changes.

Specifically, as with her vocal cords, her entire body appeared to be reverting to a more primitive state.

This graceful young lady seemed to be slowly yet unmistakably moving toward the form of a fertilized egg.

"Doctor, is this..."

Mr. Winslow, clearly the quickest to process the situation mentally, did not delay by searching for excuses to console himself. Instead, he directly sought confirmation, quickly grasping a possible explanation.

"Is this the side effect of the bell? The cost of the treatment?"

"Have any of you relatives even listened to me? I’ve said several times that the prior checks were just that—checks, and the results aren’t in yet."

Fu Qian shot him a glance, displeased by behavior that disregarded the doctor’s instructions.

"Then what does this mean?"

This explanation clearly didn’t satisfy Mr. Winslow.

The acceptance of the treatment involving the rattle bell improving his daughter’s condition had already drained an enormous amount of his mental energy.

Since the technique clearly carried supernatural elements, its effectiveness implied that whatever was occurring with his daughter was no longer a simple illness.

This was definitely not good news. Still, if the matter could be decisively resolved, it remained tolerable.

But if supernatural factors were confirmed yet unresolved, it would constitute the worst-case scenario.

Indeed, deep down, he felt this was the likeliest possibility.

"Everything is subject to the test results."

Unfortunately for him, Fu Qian once again offered a principled response and turned to look at an adjacent mantle clock.

Comparison changes perception. The earlier clock, though seemingly refined, now looked like it came from a dollar store.

"Time’s up."

Five seconds later, Fu Qian nodded, surveyed Jane again, and declared, "Everything is normal."

...

This half-hour awaited conclusion, combined with the patient’s already restored eyes, was theoretically good news.

However, the Winslow family trio simply exchanged glances while Mr. Winslow’s originally gaunt and dark face noticeably dimmed further.

"Doctor, are you certain?"

Seeing Fu Qian actually packing his tools back into his portable case, Mr. Winslow couldn’t resist speaking to persuade him.

"Shouldn’t we check again? I’m worried something might have been overlooked."

Oh?

Faced with behavior actively requesting excessive medical attention, Fu Qian confirmed in puzzlement.

"Are you sure? Please trust my professional ethics. Confidentiality regarding patient information is guaranteed."

"I’m sure. In all of Leytin, no one is more suited to this than you."

Fu Qian’s final promise left Mr. Winslow’s face twitching faintly before he resolutely replied.

"Very well then."

After glancing at the other two and sensing the family’s agreement with this statement, Fu Qian finally stopped his movements.