Chapter 603

Late at night, amidst another burst of cheers for magic, Lu Mian drank the sugar wine in his hand and left the bar with a smile.

He could already imagine that if Aurora were here, she would definitely say:

"You're really boring, actually using the authority and power of the 'Viceroy of the Sea' to play 'magic' performances, using real things to trick those drunks into thinking it's fake. Is this your prank? You're really having fun."

Lu Mian replied silently:

"Being able to use supernatural power, the authority of the 'Viceroy of the Sea,' on such things instead of in battle—this should be what you were looking forward to, right?

"Isn't this the happiness and future you longed for?"

In the corridor lit by kerosene wall lamps, Lu Mian stepped on the creaking floor, and in the silent, uninhabited environment, walked step by step back toward the first-class suite.

Snoring and groaning occasionally penetrated the walls from both sides. Near the stairs, there was a room with the door open, reflecting a dim, yellowish firelight.

When Lu Mian passed by there, he turned his head and glanced, seeing a life holy emblem representing the "Mother Earth" engraved on the wall deep in the room—it was a simple sketch of an infant among symbols of wheat, flowers, and springs.

Standing in front of the life holy emblem was a man wearing a brown priest's robe. He was under thirty, his clean eyebrows were still young, his brown beard was only shallow, and he was holding a thick classic in his hand, preaching to the men and women sitting in different positions in the room.

Lu Mian knew this was a "prayer room," equivalent to a small, mobile church, with specialized clergy in charge—this was relatively common in countries that only believed in one deity, whether it was a long-voyage ship or a steam train, all considering the needs of believers to pray quietly and listen to teachings.

Lu Mian, who could basically understand the Highland language, remembered words like "Life is precious, harvest is joyful," withdrew his gaze, entered the hallway, and walked up the stairs step by step.

At the same time, Lu Jianuo, who had just finished taking care of Ludwig's late-night snack, heard a thumping knock on the door.

"Who?" Lu Jianuo was quite surprised, yet also a bit expectant.

This definitely wasn't his employer; he had a key and would open the door directly.

And it was now nearly 11 o'clock at night. Who would visit others at such a time?

Could it be that the bragging I did on the deck was heard by some lady who believed it and came to find me to share a wonderful night?

Just as a bit of a lecherous thought arose, Lu Jianuo heard a rather weak male voice:

"I'm here to see Dr. Lu Jianuo."

Looking for a doctor... Lu Jianuo couldn't help but furrow his brow, but he still opened the door.

Outside was a man wrapped in a thick woolen coat, forming a sharp contrast with Lu Jianuo, who was wearing a linen shirt and thin trousers.

Lu Jianuo looked the visitor up and down a few times:

"I am Lu Jianuo. Do you have any business?"

The man's face was pale, his eye sockets were dark, and there was very little vitality in his brown eyes. He wasn't old, only in his early twenties, yet he was deathly still.

This man caught his breath and said exceptionally weakly:

"You can call me Enio. I heard that you helped several people on the deck discover the true cause of their illnesses, making their conditions improve rapidly, so I wanted to ask you to help me see a doctor.

"I have money to pay the consultation fee."

Seeing this guy looking like he was about to die from illness, Lu Jianuo sighed and said:

"Come in, be quiet. You know, I am the private doctor of a famous person, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by strangers."

After Enio sat on the sofa, Lu Jianuo habitually asked about the other party's condition to cover up the subsequent arcane diagnosis:

"What condition is your body in?"

Enio paused for a few seconds before saying:

"Starting half a month ago, I became afraid of the cold, weak, didn't want to eat, had repeated runny noses and coughing, and the situation is getting more and more serious."

"Hmm..." Lu Jianuo nodded while raising his right hand and tapping his forehead lightly, seemingly thinking about what the patient's self-report could represent.

In fact, he was taking the opportunity to open his "Spirit Vision," preparing to see directly where the other party was ill from the color, brightness, and thickness of the ether body.

Just by taking one look, Lu Jianuo was so scared he almost jumped up:

Is this patient sitting in front of me still a living person?

In Lu Jianuo's eyes, the white representing the overall balance within Enio's ether body had turned gray-black, which was a manifestation of a serious illness close to death.

This wasn't the place that shocked and stunned Lu Jianuo; what terrified him the most was:

The orange representing the health of organs like excretion and detoxification on the other party had turned completely deep black, no longer having any brightness, which indicated that the corresponding parts had long since lost their function and were no longer playing any role!

Similarly, the yellow representing the digestive system, the green representing the heart and regulatory system, and the blue representing the throat and part of the nervous system had all turned black and deep, losing their luster.

The only colors left on Enio were the red on his hands and feet and the purple on the surface of his head.

What did this, this kind of "examination result," explain?

It explained that Enio was a person whose heart had stopped beating, whose intestines were no longer peristaltic, and whose internal organs had all lost their function, but who could still think, move, and speak!

"Son of a bitch, where did this monster come from!" Lu Jianuo, who had encountered such a "patient" for the first time, cursed in his heart and shivered a little.

He was very afraid that the other party would suddenly say:

"Doctor, I'm very cold, lend me your skin to wrap myself in. Doctor, I want to eat, lend me your stomach and intestines to use..."

Seeing Lu Jianuo remain silent, Enio asked worriedly:

"Doctor, what illness do I have?"

Illness? Lu Jianuo muttered frantically and silently:

Wake up, a person whose heart has stopped beating and has no blood circulation will naturally be cold!

A person whose intestines are not peristaltic will definitely not have much appetite!

As thoughts raced, Lu Jianuo "pondered" and said:

"Your problem is very serious. I need to do further analysis and observation to reach a conclusion. Can you come back to see me tomorrow morning?

"Of course, before that, I need to draw some of your blood for research."

"No problem." Although Enio didn't have much confidence in Lu Jianuo, he still stretched out his right hand with the mentality that trying was better than doing nothing.

Lu Jianuo, whose tools were quite complete, used a needle, rubber tubing, and a glass blood collection bottle to draw some blood from Enio, discovering that although it was dark in color, it still had basic vitality. Then, he listened to the other party's heartbeat, and the sound of thump-thump rang in his ears. It was weak, yet it truly existed.

Strange... Lu Jianuo took the opportunity of auscultation and prescribing medicine to quietly let his palm flash with a faint light, giving Enio a simple treatment.

Enio immediately felt a bit more spirited, and his strength seemed to have recovered a little.

"Thank you, Doctor. Your massage and medicine are effective. Thank you so much!" Enio left the suite with a happy face.

None of the many doctors he had seen before could make him improve even by half. This time, he intended to take a ship to the south and then take a steam train to the headquarters of the Church of Mother Earth to see a doctor.

Lu Jianuo, who was suspicious and uncertain, watched Enio leave and finally waited for his employer to return.

He hurriedly told Lu Mian about what had just happened and added at the end:

"I got his blood. Can you find someone to divine the true situation?"

"Divination?" Lu Mian laughed, took the blood collection bottle containing a little blood, and knocked open Ludwig's children's room.

"Take a sip and see what knowledge you can obtain?" Lu Mian, with the mentality of not letting go of anything that could be utilized, handed the blood collection bottle to Ludwig.

Ludwig's expression didn't change; just like drinking bedtime milk, he gulped a mouthful of the liquid in the blood collection bottle.

This made Lu Jianuo look blank, his eyes full of surprise and doubt.

After tasting that mouthful of fresh blood for a moment, Ludwig said at a pace that was neither fast nor slow:

"Missing stomach, missing small and large intestines, missing lungs, missing liver and pancreas...

"Equivalent to a dead person, living by arcane power...

"Will be completely dead in no more than a week..."

This... Lu Jianuo was not only surprised that Ludwig not only drank human blood but also spoke seriously about many judgments, but also stunned that Enio really didn't have those organs anymore.

He had previously thought it was just a loss of corresponding function.

According to Ludwig's statement, wasn't Enio just a dead person?

What on earth had he encountered?

"What should we do?" Lu Jianuo looked at Lu Mian.

Lu Mian laughed:

"What can we do? Go find the captain, find the ship's security chief, or report this matter to the priest in the prayer room. They will handle it."

Lu Jianuo nodded first, then said hesitantly:

"But will this expose the fact that I am a Beyonder?"

"You just tell them you are Louis Berry's servant," Lu Mian said in a calm tone.

"Alright." Lu Jianuo didn't mind the servant remark, thought for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Did you hear any strange sounds at night? I occasionally hear the sound of a baby crying."

"A baby?" Lu Mian asked back, shook his head, "Didn't hear it."

Lu Jianuo muttered to himself:

"Is there a baby crying on this floor?"

He then looked at Lu Mian:

"Should I go find the captain now?"

Lu Mian's eyes moved slightly, smiled, and said:

"Tomorrow morning."

"Good." Lu Jianuo agreed without hesitation.

He also wanted to wait until dawn, until the sun rose, to do this. Otherwise, reporting such a weird problem in such a dark night always made him feel like some accident would happen.

The sun would give him a sense of security!

Lu Mian didn't ask or urge any further, entered the room, washed up, and went to bed.

But he didn't sleep; instead, he half-closed his eyes, waiting for something.

I don't know how much time passed, but Lu Mian heard a slight creaking sound.

A room door had been opened gently.

Lu Mian flipped over and sat up sharply, rushed to the door silently, and quietly pushed open a crack in the room door that hadn't been completely closed.

He saw a figure walking out slowly in front of Lu Jianuo's servant room.

It was Lu Jianuo wearing a linen shirt. His eyes were open, but they were exceptionally hollow, lacking focus, and there was no expression on his face.

Lu Jianuo walked toward the entrance of the suite like a sleepwalker.

(End of chapter)