Learn one small skill every day

For those suffering from serious illnesses, death is a relief, and their hope is to earn a large sum of money for their families by becoming guinea pigs before they die.

If you're lucky enough to be cured, that's an even greater surprise.

Since each of them stated that it was voluntary and not forced, even if a doctor did choose them to conduct research, the ethics review committee could not interfere.

The review committee will only handle cases of coercion.

The advanced medical care in Yar City is largely due to the selfless dedication of these patients from outside the city.

Without a large amount of experimentation and data accumulation, there is no way to make breakthroughs in the medical field.

Bai Miao shouted, "I already have someone in mind, you may all leave. I am not a doctor in your field."

Upon hearing this, the crowd dispersed with some regret, not daring to show any dissatisfaction or hostility, in case the doctor knew someone else in a related field.

They dared not offend the doctor.

Doctors are the only ones who can give them hope.

The coachman breathed a sigh of relief and continued driving the carriage forward.

Upon arriving at a bridge in the slums, Bai Miao instructed the coachman to wait there, as the road ahead was no longer suitable for a carriage.

Stepping onto the somewhat muddy ground, Bai Miao looked towards the shantytown on the other side of the bridge.

The navigation skill provided a strong indication that the person Bai Miao was looking for was in this place.

Three rivers flow through the city of Yar, one of which passes through the slums and serves as an important source of daily water.

However, the river doesn't look very clean anymore; it's filled with foam and garbage and has an unpleasant odor.

Some people were even squatting by the river washing clothes.

Bai Miao's attire was quite conspicuous in the slums, but considering his possible identity as a doctor, no one bothered him except to ask if anyone needed experimental subjects.

Inside the shantytown, Bai Miao noticed heavy breathing and affectionate calls coming from a tent.

About three or four minutes later, a shirtless man came running out of there in a panic, pulling up his pants.

Then, a woman with loose underwear, disheveled hair, and vacant eyes also lifted the curtain and stood outside.

She glanced at the impeccably dressed, wealthy-looking Bai Miao, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes, before asking with a smile, "You're a doctor, right? Want to have some fun? Just one response per session."

Gonorrhea, syphilis, AIDS...

Bai Miao glanced at the woman and immediately saw a variety of viruses and bacteria on her.

What surprised Bai Miao the most was that even though she carried so many viruses, her skin was unusually smooth, showing no signs of illness whatsoever.

Does it have its own antibodies?

This is a mobile source of infection.

Her spiritual form was also different from that of other people. Although it was distorted, it was clearly humanoid, as if a person's head and limbs had turned into thin, red tentacles.

"Are you a descendant of Dr. Morrie?"

Bai Miao was pretty sure this was the person he was looking for.

"Oh? You actually came to see me?"

The woman crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Do you want me to cooperate with some kind of experiment? I'm sorry, I don't do one-off sex work."

"I'd like to know a bit about Dr. Morrie."

"You want his blood technology, right? Sorry, I don't know. It was lost in my father's generation. I have to work. You can go now."

Upon seeing other men approaching, she decided to chase Bai Miao away.

The fact that the descendants of a once-famous hematologist have fallen to such a state of destitution filled Bai Miao with both sorrow and a sense of vigilance.

Her blood has a peculiar power, allowing her to harbor various pathogens without getting sick; otherwise, most people's skin would have rotted away long ago.

"I'll cover you today."

With that, Bai Miao handed over ten echoes, glaring at the man who had approached him: "Get lost."

"Ha, doctors are indeed doctors, they are so generous, much better than these odd-job workers who are stingy. Some of them only want to give me a piece of gravel to use my hands, it's disgusting to think about."

She skillfully accepted Bai Miao's response and tried to embrace him, but Bai Miao dodged her.

"Let's get down to business. Do you have a place to stay?"

"Right here."

She pointed to the tent behind her with her thumb: "There's another tent, wanna go?"

"Get dressed and come with me to the river."

After Bai Miao finished speaking, he walked towards the river.

There aren't many people by the river at this time of day, making it a convenient spot for conversation.

"What's your name?"

"Katie Morrie."

Katie, dressed in very thin clothes, stood somewhat casually beside Bai Miao: "Doctor, didn't I already tell you I don't know anything?"

"Besides Dr. Morrie's skills, I'd like to learn more about him as a person."

"Then I know even less. I have absolutely no memory of him. He died before I was born."

"Your grandfather and your father are dead too?"

"Yes, they're all dead. My dad died when I was ten years old."

Katie shrugged and laughed: "My unlucky ancestor left us a mountain of debt before he died. My grandfather didn't finish paying it off, my father didn't finish paying it off, and now it's my turn to pay it off. Haha, it's fucking ridiculous."

"But you should know that your body is different from other people's."

Katie's smile suddenly vanished: "You've been observing me for a long time?"

“No, this is a skill I should have as a rehabilitation physician.” Bai Miao smiled. “Let me introduce myself. I am a rehabilitation physician, White Moriarty, currently residing at 13 Vic Street. My specialties are postoperative recovery and various complex and difficult cases.”

“Vic Street…”

"So the moment I saw you, I knew you were extraordinary. If you're willing to answer my questions, I wouldn't mind paying off your debts."

For Bai Miao, problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all.

"Are you sure you can pay back the 100,000 echoes that my ancestor owed? By the way, I haven't even finished paying off the interest yet. I might have to pay back 500,000 echoes including the principal."

"Is that a loan shark's place across the street?"

"No, it's just because we've owed it for so many years that the bank has people who come to collect the loan every month."

"Oh...no problem."

Katie asked with a hint of curiosity, "What exactly are you interested in that you're willing to spend so much money to ask? Even if you're a doctor on Vic Street, you probably couldn't afford this much money, could you?"

"I want to know the truth about the blood that Dr. Mori developed. Why you, and the Dracula family, inherited the properties of this blood."

“I don’t know… My father died before he could tell me anything…”

"How did he die?"

Bai Miao was surprised that someone with such excellent blood would die when Katie was ten years old.

If she died of illness, how did Katie manage to survive until now?

"Killed by a hunter."

Katie said numbly, "Grandpa was also killed by a hunter. Maybe one day I'll be killed by a hunter too... Even if I'm not killed by a hunter, I'll never be able to pay off my debts in my lifetime. In short, I'm a complete mess."

She didn't believe Bai Miao would be willing to pay off her debts. Having long since given up on her future, she was just having a casual chat.

Whether Katie answers or not, it doesn't matter.

Why did Katie answer the doctor's question? She didn't know either. Perhaps she sensed from the doctor's words and actions that he genuinely wanted to find out the truth.

Katie was also confused as to why her ancestor, who should have been an excellent doctor, ended up in such a state.

"Did your grandfather or father exhibit severe anemia before they passed away?"

"Not impressed."

Katie's family died too young, and the useful information left by Dr. Morrie was taken away to pay off debts, so she had no way of knowing the secrets of her family's past.

Bai Miao sighed; this clue was missing far too much information than he had imagined.

"Miss Morrie, would you be willing to donate some blood?"

"What do you need the blood for... You really do want to study how this blood is made, don't you..."

Katie regretted saying so much; perhaps the doctor had just hidden his true intentions too well?

“I know a descendant of Dracula’s family. I want to compare your bloodlines to find out the secrets behind them, not to replicate them.”

As he spoke, Bai Miao took out a check from his pocket: "This check can help you pay off your debts and live a better life."

Katie took it; it said 51 echoes.

It was an astronomical figure she had never seen before.

She couldn't believe that in this day and age, there would actually be someone willing to spend so much money to uncover the secrets of her own home.

"How much...do you want?"

"Come with me, we're lacking equipment here."

Bai Miao didn't plan to take too much blood; about 10ml would be enough for him to analyze.

As Bai Miao drove away from the slums in a carriage with Katie, he could see countless envious glances directed at Katie beside him.

Being taken away by the doctor almost certainly meant that it was considered to have research value.

Although there are risks, the rewards are definitely more than you could earn in a lifetime.

Standing in front of 13 Vic Street, Katie hesitated.

"Won't I make a mess if I come in?"

"I'll clean it up even if it gets dirty. Come in."

Bai Miao had Katie lie on the hospital bed, preparing needles, syringes, and test tubes.

"I'll probably only take ten milliliters, relax a bit."