Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1753: Chapter 1748: Bitter Fruit (42)

"Who are you—"

Soon, the clinic door, even left open under the broad daylight, was pushed open by Fu Qian.

And Dorian, whose head was indeed still attached to his neck, looked over in shock at the first moment.

However, it was clear Fu Qian didn’t need to say anything, as Dorian instinctively swallowed his words upon seeing what Fu Qian was holding.

"What do you want to do?"

Faced with this blood-soaked mad intruder, his survival instinct led him to immediately relinquish control.

"Outsiders, here for treatment."

To his surprise, the other party was quite amiable, answering both questions in one go.

"These are the rewards."

Putting down the three Hilarys together, Fu Qian handed over the consultation fee without waiting for the other party to say anything.

"Hurry up and get ready, I’ll wait here."

Then casually placing Dorian’s head on the other side, even adjusting the position for them to gaze at each other lovingly as encouragement.

"Prepare everything you can, I want the best medical conditions."

...

When Doctor Dorian returned, the sky was completely dark.

Of course, it wasn’t intentional stalling. Although there was no clock in the consulting room, Fu Qian was very sure he had left for less than half an hour.

Mainly because the day and night shift here was very unreasonable, turning to night in just a second after arriving.

Of course, whether Dorian spent a little time hesitating about the next choice during this half-hour, Fu Qian believed it was only human nature.

But clearly, the head still on the table helped dispel his thought of escaping under the cover of darkness.

Although he returned empty-handed.

"Everything is ready, Sir."

Worried that Fu Qian might misunderstand, Dorian carefully explained immediately.

"It’s just that the new one isn’t convenient to move, would you be willing to change locations, Sir?"

"Of course."

While responding, Fu Qian was already standing up.

The talk of inconvenience in moving might not be false, but it likely wasn’t the main reason.

Because he knew very well where the new treatment location Dorian referred to was.

...

When patients are too compliant with medical orders, it sometimes makes the doctor themselves hard to believe.

For instance, Dr. Dorian at this moment clearly was very touched.

To the extent that after hesitating to speak, he didn’t utter another word but merely went forward to bring the two Hilarys, along with the dolls from the cabinet, ahead.

"Sorry for the mess inside."

As expected, following the familiar route to the familiar destination, the two soon arrived at the round tower again.

And, even able to smell the bloody scent emanating from inside, Dorian didn’t forget to apologize first.

"It’s okay, I’ve seen messier."

Fu Qian remained amiable, though his words left Dorian more bewildered.

Squeak——

With the familiar sound, the scene inside the tower finally came into view.

It indeed was not as messy as before.

Considering it was already dark, Dorian, working here earlier, had lit a circle of candles at a person-high spot in the tower.

Although the light wasn’t strong, it successfully achieved a shadowless lamp effect.

And under this illumination, one could see that the pile of clothing had been pushed to the side.

Thus revealing spots of blood on the stone slab that were visible.

As for the source of the blood—Hilary clad in black robe was leaning obliquely against that pile of clothing, with eyes shining like a puppet.

Though there weren’t more noticeable changes on the exterior, even the veil remained perfectly there, but clearly, some special treatment had been done, and she was no longer just a corpse.

"Sir, please sit here."

Seeing Fu Qian hadn’t shown any special reaction, Dorian seemed to sigh in relief, indicating for him to sit at the center of the tower.

"Okay."

Without objection, Fu Qian continued forward. Since there wasn’t even a chair, he simply sat on the ground, indifferent to the scattered bloodstains.

Looking around, aside from the leaning Hilary, he was surrounded by a striking three-digit number of dolls.

...

The shock of overwhelming compliance continued.

Faced with Fu Qian’s actions, Dorian’s only reaction was silently arranging the dolls he brought around Fu Qian in a circle.

Even intentionally keeping the four Hilarys in the same position.

"Was her treatment method and dialogue designed by you?"

But just because he didn’t speak, didn’t mean Fu Qian wouldn’t.

Looking at those four half-covered faces, Fu Qian suddenly asked.

"...Neither, I just told her what needed to be done, and she chose the specific implementation method."

The opponent’s words resulted in Dorian, who seemed almost to enter a healing dream with his psychological defenses almost breaking, nearly kicking away the dolls he just put down.

"So has her chosen method ever changed?"

Fu Qian, with no awareness of causing psychological pressure on others, continued to indulge his curiosity.

"No...since she’s not a real person, the reason for choosing Hilary was that I could feel she was the best, and she really did well."

After thinking carefully, Dorian denied it.

"Good, so when she was treating these people, what explanation did she give for her behavior during the interaction? Like the one on you."

Fu Qian gestured around, openly acknowledging what he knew about their origins and ultimately pointing to Dorian.

"...Healing pain, enjoying peace, gaining shelter that will never be disturbed."

With a completely wooden expression, as he spoke, Dorian even took out another long-haired male doll, placing it on the ground.

As the master of dreams, he seemed to remember the lines of the special guests quite clearly.

But it seemed these words differed from the treatment he received.

Earlier, Hilary hadn’t raised concepts of psychological grime or self-forged cages.

Considering it’s been a while since the last healed person, it was easy to associate the change in dialogue with the growth of Bitter Fruit.

Theoretically, these new elements reflect its core to some extent.

Skipping rough definitions and symbols in consciousness to directly experience, thus living in reality?

This "Tao" is filled with philosophical meaning indeed.

"Thank you."

In thought, Fu Qian looked at the bewildered Dorian standing there.

Clearly, after successive shocks, this one seemed a bit demoralized.

But it didn’t matter; surely, he would find rebirth soon enough.

"Let’s begin."

After thanking, Fu Qian signaled that treatment could begin.

Dorian didn’t respond, but merely two seconds later, the familiar dreamscape unfolded from him again.

And once again, Fu Qian offered no resistance.

...

"Come closer, sit nearer..."

"Come over, this way..."

"A bit closer..."

"This side..."

Similar but voices from four different directions.

Fu Qian opened his eyes in the dim light, observing the Hilarys and immediately rejected the treatment.

"I already actually feel much better today."

"Wait for a moment, I’ll head up to find a friend."