Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1273 - 1271: Lost Image (15)

Chapter 1273: Chapter 1271: Lost Image (15)

Although we are known for our elegance and friendliness, running so far away for a suggestion to rest was certainly not because the private collection of the Winslows was too tempting.

While resting and waiting just now, beyond the potential new changes in the patient, the more important changes were in the conditions.

At first glance, with the help of this miraculous doctor, the situation seems to be progressing quite smoothly—

Recently, Miss Winslow came into contact with the mist outside the city and was then entangled by the legendary forsaken of the Stars Association.

This caused the changes in her body to become increasingly hard to ignore, and in their anxiety, the Winslow couple had to find me, a special medical practitioner, to attempt a private treatment to avoid alarming The Sect.

And although my methods were strange, I did not disappoint; not only diagnosing quickly, but even curing with a masterful hand, successfully offering a glimmer of hope.

—This was the version in Mr. Winslow’s eyes.

The rush to find me just now was evidently due to a second discovery of new symptoms, hoping for another miracle cure.

But that was not mine.

...

Just like the evaluation I made upon learning that Jane had been in contact with the mist—Isn’t it too smooth?

The truth is often stranger than fiction, and if something is overly reasonable, it’s best to introduce an all-knowing eye into the mix.

Just like when I first encountered the concept of Star Law.

Originating from the Flesh Giant Tree at the volcano’s rim, the Law of Shelter for Evil Omen formed a comprehensive three-dimensional defense system, making it slippery and elusive, forcing even a professional like me to put in considerable effort.

Memory is a valuable asset, and wealth is a precious tool.

And humanity’s advantage lies in using tools.

Since I first remarked on the familiarity of Star Law, Fu Qian has never stopped cross-verifying it.

The harvest has been significant.

Since visiting, I’ve already taken two breaks, both of which seemed naturally justifiable.

But upon deeper reflection, two anomalies can be found.

First, as an on-call doctor, the arranged resting room for me was a bit too far away.

Solely for confidentiality, this reason is not convincing enough.

Second, the patient, Miss Winslow, was not the decisive figure in these two decisions.

In other words, even if the invisible forsaken could influence her actions through whispers, it was not enough to direct me to rest.

The decision was made by her parents.

Compared to the possibility of the forsaken attaching themselves to each person to drive me away, Fu Qian is more inclined to believe that the extra pair of eyes was not ’it,’ but a more behind-the-scenes presence.

And that leads to a question—what is the purpose?

If it was the act of the forsaken, one could barely explain it as sensing danger and wanting to distance me, taking the opportunity to escape.

A more behind-the-scenes mastermind, why do this?

It was precisely because of this question that Fu Qian decided to accept the arrangement for the second rest.

...

Facts proved that Jane underwent changes again.

It seems that each time I was sent away, that behind-the-scenes mastermind would appear briefly to do something to the patient.

He might not even be like the invisible forsaken because even an ordinary middle-aged female spectator would be sent away each time.

"So how long were you gone this time?"

Fu Qian looked at the shocked Mrs. Winslow with a smile.

"Only a few minutes... and I came back quickly."

Mrs. Winslow glanced at her daughter, looking both shocked and uncertain.

"And this time it wasn’t Jane’s request, is there a problem?"

"There’s no problem, including your daughter as well."

Fu Qian’s tone was gentle, not even asking why she left.

"You can hear the voice is completely restored."

"From the current situation, I’m quite confident there will be no issues before dawn."

Fu Qian maintained this statement toward Natalie.

... Are you sure?

This statement even caused the silent Mr. Winslow to momentarily wear a ’are you kidding me?’ expression.

Previously, the restoration of vision and the strange change in voice could barely be explained as signs of improvement.

Now, with her feet in that state, it looks more severe than ever, doesn’t it?

Looking at Fu Qian, who remained serious, Mr. Winslow felt that the confidence he just built was being tested.

But he was not a shallow person, and he promptly used his eyes to stop his wife from questioning impulsively. While considering how to organize his words, a series of knocks suddenly came from behind.

Surprised, Mr. Winslow exchanged glances with his wife before slowly turning around.

It was apparent that he had instructed against being disturbed easily.

In fact, the knocking sound indeed came from a further door; the butler had informed us in this manner when I was first brought over.

With an unchanged smile, Fu Qian made no comment.

In the midst of the Winslows’ bewilderment, the second series of knocks resounded, with the determination of not giving up until the door was opened.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

Mr. Winslow hesitated no more, apologized briefly, and went to open the door outside.

"What is it?"

Without rushing to open the second door, he asked with as normal a tone as possible.

"Sir, Lord Orintel of The Sect is visiting."

From outside, the butler’s voice came through, sounding like he was also trying hard to maintain calmness.

Unfortunately, the report content made Mr. Winslow feel as if his soul had left his body.

Trying every means to avoid being discovered by The Sect, yet at this moment past midnight, when his daughter’s condition was the worst, a Sect member visits?

It’s a crisis completely illogical and unimaginable.

"Can you stay by yourself for a moment?"

Retrieving his gaze from the almost frozen Mr. Winslow, Fu Qian glanced at Jane and suddenly asked.

"I can..."

Miss Winslow, pale-faced and evidently aware of the gravity of the situation, still couldn’t hide her confusion at Fu Qian’s sudden question.

How could this doctor, obviously concerned about her being alone, suddenly ask such a question?

"Your husband might need assistance."

Fu Qian didn’t bother to explain, turned, and nodded toward the intentionally ajar door.

Overwrought, Mrs. Winslow, more shaken than Mr. Winslow, was already somewhat lost.

Struggling to react to what Fu Qian said, seeing the doctor heading straight out, she mindlessly followed him.

"Please escort Lord Orintel to the drawing room... I’ll be there shortly."

Finally snapping out of the shock, Mr. Winslow did not notice the scene behind him and shouted through the door.

"Mr. Winslow, I’m here, could you open the door?"

However, what responded this time was an unfamiliar voice.