Learn one small skill every day

"So what area do you plan to study? Let me warn you beforehand, Dr. Lecter specializes in psychiatry, so I hope you won't have any conflicts with him. Dr. Lecter is the most famous psychiatrist in Yar City, and even people from the Healing Cult come to him for advice."

Healing Cult...

Bai Miao could not forget the nun who was locked in the basement; she claimed to be a nun from the Healing Cult.

Without my regular feeding her meat, she would most likely have turned into a terrifying monster by now.

The healing cult should also be a direction for investigation.

Bai Miao discovered that he actually had quite a few clues at hand.

This may be attributed to their active exploration within Abyss Street.

Although Abyss Street's development rate is only 32%, it still received an excellent rating.

"As for me, I could probably focus on rehabilitation medicine, on how to help patients recover faster, which should have a promising future."

Bai Miao felt that there probably weren't many people in this direction.

The development of medical care in the city of Yar was mostly focused on how to treat diseases, and many doctors proposed all sorts of bizarre treatment plans.

But no one is focusing their efforts on the patients' subsequent recovery.

For them, getting the illness cured is enough; recovery is just a matter of time.

"Rehabilitation medicine? That's a very novel field... I'm curious to see how far you can go."

Hearst hadn't expected Bai Miao to use such a novel term.

Could a successful case of a hunter becoming a doctor be born under my witness?

Chapter 171 Foot Massage

It has been almost a week since Bai Miao moved into 13 Vic Street.

During these days, Bai Miao did not rush to explore the outside world. Instead, he purchased the items needed to open his clinic and worked to build good relationships with his neighbors.

While I was at it, I also picked up some skills, and unsurprisingly, I learned some medical skills these past few days.

This even includes skills like psychoanalysis that might take away Dr. Lecter's job.

Compared to the tense atmosphere in Abyss Street, Vic Street is very leisurely and full of life.

Bai Miao truly experienced life during the Victorian era.

It was drizzling today, and the weather was a bit gloomy. Bai Miao sat by the window, with a cup of warm coffee and a few slices of bread on the small table in front of him. He held today's Yar Daily in his hand, checking what major events had happened in Yar City in recent days.

The contents of the Yar Daily were largely the same every day: either a doctor had developed a new treatment or a new drug had been introduced, or a prominent figure had become the hunter's target.

From the comments section of the newspaper, Bai Miao could tell that the attitude towards hunters in Yar City was not very friendly.

People are both afraid of becoming prey and hopeful that the hunter will hunt down their rivals.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the downstairs door. Bai Miao put down his newspaper, stretched, and prepared to go downstairs to greet his first guest.

Good morning, Miss Hearst.

Good morning, Dr. Moriarty.

Miss Hearst, Bai Miao's landlady (who is now the neighborhood manager), asked him to help with the maintenance and recovery of her legs after learning that Bai Miao was preparing to become a rehabilitation doctor.

Prolonged inactivity leads to muscle atrophy, and rehabilitation doctors must know how to keep paralyzed patients active.

Bai Miao didn't really want to take this job, since Hearst's legs were perfectly normal, and Bai Miao couldn't figure out what Hearst was thinking when she made this request.

However, it would seem even stranger not to answer.

You're a rehabilitation doctor, and you can't even handle leg care?

So Bai Miao and Miss Hearst agreed that Bai Miao would have a two-hour treatment every Wednesday and Sunday morning.

Today is Sunday, and it's also the first day that Bai Miao has put up the signboard, so Hearst naturally arrived on time.

"Miss, I'll come back to pick you up in two hours."

After Hearst's servant escorted him to Bai Miao's house, he bowed slightly and returned home with an umbrella.

Hearst nodded: "It's certainly convenient to have many doctors near your home. So, Mr. Moriarty, when shall we begin treatment?"

"I'm actually having breakfast right now. If you don't mind, I'll go upstairs to prepare the tools and finish my breakfast. I'll start the maintenance in about ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll just take a look around first."

Hearst picked up a brochure from a small shelf on the right side of the consultation room.

The brochure was also written by Bai Miao, and its content mainly promoted the necessity of rehabilitation medicine and its scope.

Bai Miao combined two rooms on the first floor and had them renovated, with a style leaning towards simplicity and tranquility.

Ten minutes later, Bai Miao walked in carrying a leather bag.

"Dr. Moriarty, you said your rehabilitation treatment plan doesn't require any medication, relying entirely on your medical skills to stimulate the body's own potential?"

Hearst, holding the brochure in his hand, asked with some surprise, "Even Dr. Lecter uses psychiatric drugs when dealing with seriously ill patients. If you promote it like this, it might attract the attention of the medical ethics review committee, and they might sue you for illegal advertising."

Bai Miao simply smiled and shook his head: "Miss Hearst, you still have some misunderstandings about the Department of Rehabilitation. The Department of Rehabilitation is dedicated to helping patients recover and quickly restore the physical functions that have been reduced due to illness. It is not about using medication for targeted treatment."

There was another reason, actually, that is, Bai Miao could not find the corresponding Chinese medicinal materials in the city of Yar.

With traditional Chinese medicine treatment, the recovery speed will be faster, but it's not a big problem if there is no treatment.

This reflects Bai Miao's confidence in his skills.

“Miss Hearst, you can experience it for yourself. I can guarantee that my technique will not disappoint you.”

"All right……"

Hearst put down the manual with a hint of skepticism: "Where should I sit? Or lie down?"

"Lie down here, I'll help you."

Hearst had difficulty walking, so Bai Miao helped him lie down on the soft sofa, tilting his upper body so that Hearst could see Bai Miao's movements.

"What's that in your hand?"

"These are tools we'll be using later."

Why did you start turning on the lights?

"This is an alcohol lamp, which has a disinfecting effect."

"What about those strange, toy-like things?"

"Assistive devices that some patients may need."

Hearst asked questions here and there, showing great curiosity about Bai Miao's new medical direction.

"Then, I'm going to get started."

Bai Miao gently removed Miss Hearst's stiff leather shoes and her white lace-trimmed stockings, placing them neatly to the side.

Then, under Hearst's tense gaze, he took out a silver needle from his bag and heated it over an alcohol lamp.

"What...what are you trying to do? You're not going to prick me with this needle, are you?"

"Yes, that's right."

Hearst quickly sat up and raised his hand to stop him: "I won't allow you to treat me like this!"

“Miss Hearst, please calm down. This is a maintenance treatment plan, there won’t be any problems.”

As he spoke, Bai Miao, to prove its safety, stuck a heated needle into his hand.

"Look, there's no problem at all. This method can greatly stimulate the potential of each part, and it might help your legs fully recover."

"Even this won't work. Don't you have any gentler treatment options?"

Seeing Hearst's resolute expression, Bai Miao sighed and withdrew the silver needles.

It's still too difficult to get the people of Yar City to accept acupuncture.

"Yes, I can massage and stimulate the acupoints on your legs with my hands."

"Then... then do it this way."

Hearst hesitated for a moment, but still chose this method of treatment.

Do you have any feeling in your legs and feet?

Before taking action, Bai Miao asked a few questions.

“No… I lost feeling in my leg the day Favre appeared. Dr. Lecter said it was psychological trauma, but he tried many treatments without success.”

Hearst's calves felt smooth and cool to the touch, but Bai Miao was focused on massaging them and feeling the feedback from his fingertips, so he didn't pay attention to how they felt.

From the calf to the thigh, and then extending to the toes.

After getting to know him, Bai Miao became even more certain that Hearst's legs were perfectly fine.

Aside from appearing to have atrophied due to lack of exercise, his bones and muscles are healthy, and his knee-jerk reflex functions normally.

Is it really a psychological problem?

However, this was only the first treatment, and Bai Miao was not in a hurry to seek a major breakthrough. Instead, he talked with Hearst about various matters in Yar City during the massage.

"You mean the businessman who was hunted down a couple of days ago? Yes, I've heard about him. I heard he had a brain tumor, so it's not surprising that he became a target."

"I've been wondering, since he knows he has an incurable disease, why doesn't he leave Yar City and live outside, instead of choosing to stay in the city and accept the hunt?"

"It's wishful thinking. From the moment the hunters actually arrived, no one wanted to believe that they had an incurable disease."

Hearst said with some regret, "In fact, it's not uncommon for a doctor to develop a treatment for an incurable disease that was killed by a hunter the day before. Every day, a lot of novel medical treatments are proposed. What if it's the right one for you? I think every patient in Yar City has this thought."

Hearst glanced at Bai Miao as he said this: "Speaking of which, I'm more curious about why hunters hunt down those with incurable diseases. I feel that you people are quite ruthless at times. Since you don't work as a hunter, it means you probably don't approve of the hunter's lifestyle either."

Bai Miao didn't respond, but gave an ambiguous answer: "Hunters also have their own difficulties."

The hunter I treated in Abyss Street back then was so poor that he couldn't even find a few Bloodstones on his body.

However, the hunters in Abyss Street are not quite the same as the hunters in Yar City.

They were killing monsters in Abyss Street, and there might be some connection between the two.

“It’s a difficult situation… Indeed, everyone has their own difficulties, which is why I wanted to ask Favre personally why she killed my husband.”