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 dical expertise is multi-dinsional. 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 treatnt 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 comnt was flawless—at least, for Natalie, who was hiding behind the door.
Fu Qian naturally knew soone hadn’t left, just like he knew the person who had brought food earlier had stood and watched for quite a while in the sa 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 sa 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 mont, the proportions of Jane’s eyes had completely returned to normal, and she had transford 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 ticulous 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 , otherwise I might not have noticed.”
Realizing Fu Qian had caught sight of the mirror she held, Jane appeared sowhat 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 seed 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 to do, please let know.”
Realizing Fu Qian wasn’t joking, Jane hesitated for a mont before choosing to express her gratitude once again, unmistakably sincere in her tone.
Yet this ti, her parents didn’t echo her sentint.
“Doctor… her voice…”
Mrs. Winslow’s earlier joy had stiffened once more as she stared straight at her daughter.
“Normal phenonon. Open your mouth.”
At this mont, Fu Qian casually reassured them, gesturing toward the patient.
“My voice…”
Even Jane finally sensed sothing 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 beco excessively clear and lodious, far removed from her age group.
While family mbers who spend ample ti together often fail to notice subtle changes, once Jane spoke a few more sentences at Fu Qian’s request, the difference beca strikingly apparent.
So why had Fu Qian asked Jane to speak?
From the mont 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 seed 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 ntally, 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 treatnt?”
“Have any of you relatives even listened to ? I’ve said several tis 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 an?”
This explanation clearly didn’t satisfy Mr. Winslow.
The acceptance of the treatnt involving the rattle bell improving his daughter’s condition had already drained an enormous amount of his ntal energy.
Since the technique clearly carried supernatural elents, 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 confird 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 ca from a dollar store.
“Ti’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 dimd 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 sothing might have been overlooked.”
Oh?
Faced with behavior actively requesting excessive dical attention, Fu Qian confird in puzzlent.
“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 agreent with this statent, Fu Qian finally stopped his movents.
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