Learn one small skill every day

Bai Miao sat waiting in the room, watching the carriages carrying echoes into his courtyard one after another, pouring down, the crystal-clear echoes appearing exquisite and translucent in the sunlight.

The more you look at it, the better it becomes.

The echoes piled up and piled up, eventually forming a small hill.

Bai Miao took out a notice board and erected it in his courtyard.

"Provide clues when you enter the house, and get feedback when you leave; it all depends on your conscience."

If you don't want me to come looking for you tonight, you'd better take it yourself.

Two million responses, first come, first served.

However, Bai Miao still hired five or six people to guard the echo stall at a rate of 100 echoes per day, while he waited inside for clues to come to him.

The reporters who were waiting there took even more photos when they saw this scene.

But they all carefully avoided Bai Miao himself, only filming the mountain of echoes.

Two million responses may not sound like much, but when it's actually presented to people, the impact is immense.

Reports about Bai Miao were printed out by the newspapers as soon as possible and delivered to every corner of the city of Arles by newsboys.

The newspaper sold more copies today than it did last week.

"This guy is clearly a hunter, right? Are all hunters this rich? Why have I heard that hunters are a bunch of crazy people who never bathe, never change their clothes, and are always covered in blood?"

"He can buy the house on Vic Street outright! He must be rich! Guys, I'm going to go get the lead now, 100 echoes is enough for me to live on for a year!"

"This pile of echoes is no fake! 200 million, my God! Just how much did he go to find Favre?"

With this in mind, many people in Yar City were eager to make their way to Bai Miao's location.

Chapter 176 Abundant Clues

Bai Miao is very busy.

At the same time, he also successfully boosted the economy of Yar City on his own.

For two whole days, except for the nights when no one came, people came almost non-stop to provide clues and information.

Bai Miao didn't care whether he had heard of it or not; as long as the person wasn't a second-time visitor and had mentioned news about Favre, he would pay.

How much I give depends entirely on my mood; sometimes I give 100, sometimes I give 1000.

Those who felt the information was particularly useful received 1.

Bai Miao squandered all 2 million echoes within two days, benefiting nearly 10,000 residents of Yar City.

Over the past two days, the newspapers in Yar City have gradually become numb to the situation.

However, someone has been documenting the decreasing echoes in the courtyard and has taken a series of photos, which they plan to exhibit later.

It seems that the city of Yar has not been this vibrant in a long time.

All residents went about their work and medical care as usual, and doctors were also researching new technologies in addition to treating patients.

Such things rarely happen.

In short, Bai Miao accepted all the information and then used brute force to organize the data.

Quantitative change has successfully led to qualitative change.

Having not slept for two whole days, Bai Miao could now recount all of Favre's experiences in the city of Arl over the past year, enough to write a biography.

These are all based on word-of-mouth traditions passed down by the vast majority of residents of Ar City over the years.

Favre's actions were regular.

He was not moving around the city of Ar without a purpose.

Bai Miao marked all the sighting locations of Favre on the map of Ar City and found that the place where someone first claimed to have seen Favre was near the clock tower.

The clock tower is located at the center of the entire city of Ar, providing people with a timely signal that marks the transition between night and day.

The clock tower is unmanaged and unmaintained, yet it has been running day after day for hundreds of years.

Then it spread outwards from the city of Yar in a spiral pattern.

Furthermore, he always participated in the hunts after the thirteenth bell rang.

Because everyone had to close their eyes after the thirteenth bell toll, and no one could see Favre's movements during the next bell toll, but Favre's hunt took place the following night.

In other words, if the thirteenth bell tolls, someone will die at Favre's hands the next day.

After each hunt, Favre would go to the city's psychiatrist for a mental health analysis.

This information was given to Bai Miao by a psychiatrist who had his medical license revoked after being investigated by the Medical Ethics Review Board.

After losing his medical license, he could only do the lowest-level jobs in Arles.

In addition, he was unable to repay his loans, and the clinic was repossessed by the bank, so he was in dire need of money.

Bai Miao also generously gave him a reward of 1 feedback points.

After all, his news is very important.

It was so important that Bai Miao knew who to contact next.

6 Vic Street, home to Lecter, a renowned psychiatrist and psychiatrist in Arles.

However, today is Wednesday, and Bai Miao should go to work.

Hearst visited on time. She wasn't sure if it was psychological, but she felt it had some effect since the last treatment.

"Dr. Moriarty, you must be very tired these past two days. Should we postpone the treatment for two days?"

"No need, I'm in good spirits."

Although his mental strength was suppressed, it was still as high as 50 points, which gave Bai Miao extraordinary resilience.

Hearst lay on the sofa, letting Bai Miao take off his shoes and socks: "Dr. Moriarty, have you made any progress these past two days? There are quite a few people in Yar City who are interested in Favre, but no one is willing to spend two million in rewards to obtain information about him. After all, he is just a legendary hunter, and even if you find him, it's not that great. Even I don't want to spend so much money to find Favre."

It's clear that Hearst doesn't understand Bai Miao's crazy spending spree.

“There will definitely be some gains. I think every hunter is interested in Favre, it’s just that other hunters aren’t as rich as me.”

"Then I wish you success in finding Favre."

"By the way, Miss Hearst, I treated Miss Kelman with the same silver needles last time. Dr. Kelman certified that they were safe. Don't you really want to try them? The effects are much faster than my massage."

Hearst shook his head again: "No, no, I'm afraid of needles."

How much do you know about Dr. Lecter?

"Dr. Lecter? Why are you suddenly asking about him? Could it be that he's involved in Favre's intelligence?"

Hearst reacted quickly; she knew that Bai Miao's sudden question must have some clue.

“Favre would see a psychiatrist after every hunt, so I wonder if Dr. Lecter might have seen Favre.”

“Really… But I don’t really know Dr. Lecter very well. He seems very mysterious to me, but he always pays his rent on time every month.”

Hearst thought for a moment: "Oh, he sometimes invites us neighbors on Vic Street to his house for lunch. He cooks himself and is very good at it. Cooking must be one of his few hobbies."

Do you have a regular lunch schedule?

"I haven't paid attention to these things. It probably depends on his mood. Of course, after your new neighbor moves in and you get to know him better, he might invite you to come over."

"ok, I know, thank you."

As the treatment ended and Bai Miao saw Hearst off, a new patient arrived.

Because of the recent spending spree, patients who had heard about Bai Miao Clinic didn't have a chance to visit. Now that they know Bai Miao has resumed normal operations, some people have come looking for them.

The patient was Mrs. Francis, accompanied by her husband and son.

The son was about eight years old, an age when he was curious about the world, but after entering the clinic, he maintained good manners at all times. He did not touch or run around, but stood quietly next to his father, watching Bai Miao diagnose his mother.

"You seem to have postpartum syndrome, including but not limited to depression and poor appetite. Have you had two children?"

Seeing that Bai Miao could accurately describe his wife's condition simply by placing his fingers on her wrist, Mr. Francis couldn't help but applaud.

“Fantastic, Dr. Moriarty. As expected of the talent recommended by Dr. Kelman, your medical skills have truly impressed me. Oh, by the way, my wife did give birth to our second child a month ago, and she hasn't been feeling well for the past month. We saw psychiatrists, but they couldn't help us. We heard that you can help people recover quickly, so we came here. It seems we made the right choice.”

If the doctor can recognize the symptoms, it means they are aware of the condition.

Wouldn't it be much easier to treat this?

Francis thought to himself.

Bai Miao did not disappoint him: "I do have a treatment method, but you also need to pay attention to the food you eat at home. The best treatment will be achieved by combining the two methods."

Bai Miao wrote down a menu and handed it to Mr. Francis: "From now on, have the servants in the house prepare food according to this menu and eat it for a while. After that, I will come to make a house call once a week on Thursday mornings for a follow-up examination."

Bai Miao then said to Mrs. Francis, who was lying on the sofa, "I will teach you a set of exercises. Do them a few times a day when you get home, and they will help speed up your recovery."

There was no concept of fitness and rehabilitation exercises in the city of Arles. Bai Miao simply told Mrs. Francis that it would be beneficial and that she should just do it.

After more than two hours of instruction, Mrs. Francis finally learned these simple movements.

"Thank you, Dr. Moriarty!"

Bai Miao charges 100 calls for a home visit, and the total cost, including the treatment plan, is around 600 calls.

Subsequent house calls will incur an additional charge of 200 per visit.

Mr. Francis did not haggle and paid the price readily.

After seeing the family off, Bai Miao watched Mrs. Francis's departing figure and couldn't help but wonder what became of Margaret.

She should be taken to a professional obstetrician and gynecologist for prenatal checkups, right?

Judging from her pulse, Miss Margaret's pregnancy is no more than a month along; I wonder if it has stabilized now.

While Bai Miao was downstairs treating Miss Kelman, he mentioned it to Dr. Kelman.

“Margaret and the others…” Kelman’s expression turned serious. “This matter has actually had a significant impact on the reputation of the Margaret family. After all, their daughter is pregnant out of wedlock, and now they don’t even know who the father is. Rowling has always insisted that she has never had a relationship with anyone…”

"Is this so..."

"But after a thorough examination, the obstetrician confirmed that she was indeed pregnant and had undergone a physical examination. Rowling said that she had torn her ligaments when she was learning to dance."

Since both of them are doctors, they are less secretive when discussing matters related to their patients.

"Uh, okay."