Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"...I will always remember this gift from you."

The optimistic medical spirit displayed by Fu Qian again obviously greatly touched the former consultants.

The fierceness he had maintained before was instantly lost. Olintel's face was moved instantly, and his voice was filled with gritted teeth.

"You're welcome. Scars are the badge of a man. I'm also very pleased that you can grow."

He sighed and waved his hands before paying, indicating that he shouldn't take it too seriously.

"My craftsmanship is pretty good, right? I didn't even scratch my cornea."

The next moment he even looked at his work up and down and sighed in admiration.

This is no unfounded boast.

Although the Ice Sentient Po Yan Fist was an impromptu attack, the strength, control of the angle, and clean debridement definitely reached the level of surgery.

As for the impact on the patient's appearance, Fu Qian never thought that according to the methods of the Heavenly Sphere Order, the trauma caused by his slap was a problem.

As mentioned before, the focus is always on the dimensional poison.

The most common situation I imagined before coming here is that after treatment, Olintel recovered the lost half of his face, and at the same time, there was a scar dripping with blood forever.

The scene in front of me was completely the other way around.

The damaged skin and flesh were not repaired, but the traces of dimensional poison were completely erased.

Unexpected, but still not difficult to understand at all - after the dimensional poison was cured, Olintel took the initiative to keep this appearance.

As for the reason, you can even think of it with your heels. Emotional injuries, life or death, are very common. A mere scar is nothing.

Especially in this complicated relationship, Olintel's status is obviously much more detached.

As the object of the stars' gift, his status should not be low even within the church. In this case, he condescended to be attached to a mortal woman, but in the end he was regarded as a mere tool.

Judging from the reaction after hearing the word "pregnant" at that time, it was obvious that this person had not thought about the possibility of being a father at all, and the relationship with the tutor was most likely still in the stage of being in love but not in politeness.

However, the other party is even pregnant, and he is not even the person she desires, but another tool for revenge.

This contrasting impact destroys and negates not just the concept of love.

You can imagine how messed up your worldview and self-esteem were at that moment.

It's really not a bizarre operation to kill people in a way that preserves scars.

This is why Fu Qian accepts the other party's thanks calmly. This is the fact that it has helped the other party grow.

Of course, it is a pity that the gratitude of the person involved does not seem to be sincere.

Ha ha……

Really stroking his eyeballs, Brother Olintel's special sneer sounded like he failed to get rid of his inner demons.

Tanshou picked up the lantern in his hand, and the next moment he finally stood up, approaching step by step in the light and shadow.

"Indeed, the saints of the Order also marveled at this when they treated me."

"I admit I was wrong, Mr. Hurlburt."

"You are far scarier than I imagined. That night, I was probably a clown-like existence in your eyes."

Walking all the way closer, Olintel slowly sat down, not even shying away from facing the damaged side of his face, which looked even more ferocious under the dancing lights.

"But you know, it's precisely because of this that even when others don't believe it, I'm still extremely sure that you will come."

"You are so proud and arrogant. You look at everything with a playful eye, despise other people's ideas, and disdain to be inferred, just like what you did that night-" "I cured the patient that night."

It was loud and yet plaintive, like Xianglin's wife's accusation, which was silenced by the previous sentence.

Facts speak louder than words, and the lovely thing about the profession of medicine is that the efficacy is worth a thousand words.

"...I don't deny this, including subsequent examinations of Jane by cult personnel, which also proved that there are no longer any abnormalities in her body and she has fully recovered."

After a period of silence, Olintel finally spoke, sounding like a bachelor and a generous man.

"And even though he doesn't say it, I can tell that her father is also very grateful to you."

"But... I have been thinking about a question these past few days, and that is why you are there."

Sure enough, the man's tone quickly changed, he pointed at Fu Qian's eyes, and the accusation suddenly became smooth.

"It wasn't until you came in just now and saw these eyes that I finally figured something out - the vampires."

"What a mysterious and elegant title. Like everyone else, I used to regard this as a conjecture born from a disordered mind."

"But once I accepted this, combined with your previous actions, I seemed to have found the answer to the question just now - your purpose is very simple, to plunder gifts, just like plundering blood in the legend."

"My previous judgment was not wrong. What appears on poor Jane is not a disease, but a side effect of the stars' gift, and that is your goal."

"The reason for the strange behavior later was that you were one step ahead and not only confirmed this by tasting the blood, but also cleverly exerted influence on me, causing me to misjudge."

"In the end, after repeated guidance, you finally got what you wanted. You took that gift away from Jane and took it as your own. Even everyone has to be grateful to you."

One thing is said and the other is said, the ideas are very smooth, and even the results are somewhat consistent.

Listening carefully to the accusation, Fu Qian secretly praised him for a moment.

The fine wine, now in my arms, is truly the embodiment of the plundered gift.

Although it was his regular labor income, Brother Olintel's thoughts were obviously enough to serve as the guiding ideology for a medical incident.

"Sounds reasonable. Are you going to share this experience with Mr. Winslow?"

Fu Qian asked with a smile.

As if being stimulated by this name, Olintel's breath was stagnant.

Since I didn’t even want to mention Mr. Winslow’s name, my desire to communicate later was undoubtedly close to zero.

However, if the truth is admitted, the momentum of the accusation just now will obviously decrease.

"So you admit it?"

In the end, this person's choice was to speak righteously and avoid answering.

"No denying it, you can share this information with Mr. Winslow."

Before paying, he answered fluently and laughed heartily.

"That kind of idiot...just let him immerse himself in the satisfaction of self-deception."

Forced to face the problem head-on again, Olintel stared at the dim lantern and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Honestly, you look more like you're fooling yourself."

Fu Qian did not let him go. He also stared at the dancing flames and commented casually.