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 ca 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 beco increasingly hard to ignore, and in their anxiety, the Winslow couple had to find , a special dical practitioner, to attempt a private treatnt to avoid alarming The Sect.
And although my thods were strange, I did not disappoint; not only diagnosing quickly, but even curing with a masterful hand, successfully offering a glimr of hope.
—This was the version in Mr. Winslow’s eyes.
The rush to find 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 sothing 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 On ford a comprehensive three-dinsional defense system, making it slippery and elusive, forcing even a professional like to put in considerable effort.
mory 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 seed naturally justifiable.
But upon deeper reflection, two anomalies can be found.
First, as an on-call doctor, the arranged resting room for 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 to rest.
The decision was made by her parents.
Compared to the possibility of the forsaken attaching themselves to each person to drive 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 , 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 arrangent for the second rest.
…
Facts proved that Jane underwent changes again.
It seems that each ti I was sent away, that behind-the-scenes mastermind would appear briefly to do sothing 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 ti.
“So how long were you gone this ti?”
Fu Qian looked at the shocked Mrs. Winslow with a smile.
“Only a few minutes… and I ca back quickly.”
Mrs. Winslow glanced at her daughter, looking both shocked and uncertain.
“And this ti 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 statent toward Natalie.
… Are you sure?
This statent even caused the silent Mr. Winslow to montarily wear a ‘are you kidding ?’ expression.
Previously, the restoration of vision and the strange change in voice could barely be explained as signs of improvent.
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 ca 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 ca from a further door; the butler had inford us in this manner when I was first brought over.
With an unchanged smile, Fu Qian made no comnt.
In the midst of the Winslows’ bewildernt, the second series of knocks resounded, with the determination of not giving up until the door was opened.
“Sorry, please wait a mont.”
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 ca 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 ans to avoid being discovered by The Sect, yet at this mont past midnight, when his daughter’s condition was the worst, a Sect mber visits?
It’s a crisis completely illogical and unimaginable.
“Can you stay by yourself for a mont?”
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 sowhat 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 ti was an unfamiliar voice.
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