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Chapter 1737 - 1732: Bitter Fruit (26) · Oct 14, 2026

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1701 Chapter 1699 - 1694: Gains and Losses 2026-10-14
1702 Chapter 1700 - 1695: Yuan Shan’s Reward 2026-10-14
1703 Chapter 1701 - 1696: Melia Flower Ball 2026-10-14
1704 Chapter 1702 - 1697: Inner Flame 2026-10-14
1705 Chapter 1703 - 1698: Swallowing Fist 2026-10-14
1706 Chapter 1704 - 1699: Blood and Hands 2026-10-14
1707 Chapter 1705 - 1700: Missing You So Much 2026-10-14
1708 Chapter 1706 - 1701: Follow the Doctor’s Orders 2026-10-14
1709 Chapter 1707 - 1702: Chaos Training 2026-10-14
1710 Chapter 1708 - 1703: Professional Ethics 2026-10-14
1711 Chapter 1709 - 1704: Not a Coincidence 2026-10-14
1712 Chapter 1710 - 1705: Triple Profanation 2026-10-14
1713 Chapter 1711 - 1706: 1-011 2026-10-14
1714 Chapter 1712 - 1707: Bitter Fruit (Part 1) 2026-10-14
1715 Chapter 1713 - 1708: Bitter Fruit (Part 2) 2026-10-14
1716 Chapter 1714 - 1709: Bitter Fruit (Part 3) 2026-10-14
1717 Chapter 1715 - 1710: Bitter Fruit (4) 2026-10-14
1718 Chapter 1716 - 1711: Bitter Fruit (5) 2026-10-14
1719 Chapter 1717 - 1712: Bitter Fruit (6) 2026-10-14
1720 Chapter 1718 - 1713: Bitter Fruit (7) 2026-10-14
1721 Chapter 1719 - 1714: Bitter Fruit (8) 2026-10-14
1722 Chapter 1720 - 1715: Bitter Fruit (9) 2026-10-14
1723 Chapter 1721 - 1716: Bitter Fruit (10) 2026-10-14
1724 Chapter 1722 - 1717: Bitter Fruit (11) 2026-10-14
1725 Chapter 1723 - 1718: Bitter Fruit (12) 2026-10-14
1726 Chapter 1724 - 1719: Bitter Fruit (13) 2026-10-14
1727 Chapter 1725 - 1720: Bitter Fruit (14) 2026-10-14
1728 Chapter 1726 - 1721: Bitter Fruit (15) 2026-10-14
1729 Chapter 1727 - 1722: Bitter Fruit (16) 2026-10-14
1730 Chapter 1728 - 1723: Bitter Fruit (17) 2026-10-14
1731 Chapter 1729 - 1724: Bitter Fruit (18) 2026-10-14
1732 Chapter 1730 - 1725: Bitter Fruit (19) 2026-10-14
1733 Chapter 1731 - 1726: Bitter Fruit (20) 2026-10-14
1734 Chapter 1732 - 1727: Bitter Fruit (21) 2026-10-14
1735 Chapter 1733 - 1728: Bitter Fruit (22) 2026-10-14
1736 Chapter 1734 - 1729: Bitter Fruit (23) 2026-10-14
1737 Chapter 1735 - 1730: Bitter Fruit (24) 2026-10-14
1738 Chapter 1736 - 1731: Bitter Fruit (25) 2026-10-14
1739 Chapter 1737 - 1732: Bitter Fruit (26) 2026-10-14
1740 Chapter 1738 - 1733: Bitter Fruit (27) 2026-10-14
1741 Chapter 1739 - 1734: Bitter Fruit (28) 2026-10-14
1742 Chapter 1740 - 1735: Bitter Fruit (29) 2026-10-14
1743 Chapter 1741 - 1736: Bitter Fruit (30) 2026-10-14
1744 Chapter 1742 - 1737: Bitter Fruit (31) 2026-10-14
1745 Chapter 1743 - 1738: Bitter Fruit (32) 2026-10-14
1746 Chapter 1744 - 1739: Bitter Fruit (33) 2026-10-14
1747 Chapter 1745 - 1740: Bitter Fruit (34) 2026-10-14
1748 Chapter 1746 - 1741: Bitter Fruit (35) 2026-10-14
1749 Chapter 1747 - 1742: Bitter Fruit (36) 2026-10-14
1750 Chapter 1748 - 1743: Bitter Fruit (37) 2026-10-14

Chapter 1737: Chapter 1732: Bitter Fruit (26)

”Really? I think so too.”

Brother Dorian praised his own craftsmanship, and Fu Qian cooperated by lifting the doll and giving an honest review.

The workmanship was undoubtedly impressive, far superior to the legendary Needle Witch Wu Kelin.

The main issue now was that Doctor Dorian didn’t seem to be boasting.

”Do you need a doctor, outsider?”

As expected, after the doll successfully piqued his interest, Dorian took the initiative to inquire about his purpose, sounding like he was soliciting customers.

The insight was undoubtedly accurate, but the reaction was a bit too similar to that of an old lady.

So, to the local inhabitants, does everything an outsider like me do seem ephemeral, like fleeting clouds?

To Doctor Dorian, am I just another stranger seeking medical consultation at the break of dawn?

Interesting.

The decision to gather more props was correct.

Fu Qian looked down at what he held in his hands.

The next moment, he didn’t rush to speak but instead drew a sword and made a cut on his left arm, deftly extracting a blood clot and flicking it away.

He even slowed the process deliberately, allowing the other party to see clearly.

”As you can see, yes.”

...

Doctors indeed dislike patients who operate on themselves.

For a brief moment, no sound emerged from the consultation room, not even from the eyes peeking through the window.

Fu Qian was well aware that the other party had simply changed to a more concealed position, scrutinizing the weapon in his hands, perhaps assessing its safety.

It was entirely understandable, as under the deliberately suppressed recovery effect, the blood was still trickling down, combined with various marks all over his body, making for quite a visual impact.

With this understanding, Fu Qian did not rush, standing calmly for the assessment.

”All these... are yours?”

And finally, at a certain moment, Dorian’s voice emerged from behind the door.

”None of them are.”

Fu Qian surprisingly showed honesty, twirling the sword and pointing in a certain direction.

”I arrived yesterday, wandered around a bit, and met many kind-hearted people... Like this doll.”

He gestured at the doll again.

”I met her owner, Hilary, at the church. Although she seemed silent at first glance, I later realized she’s a warm-hearted lady, not chained by her beliefs.”

”After chatting with me for a while, she expressed that she couldn’t assist with my problem and suggested I look elsewhere, gifting me this.”

”It is indeed exquisite, don’t you think? Although I feel it lacks a bit of her charm.”

Fu Qian gestured at the doll’s veil casually.

”Walking along, I kept thinking, would the effect be better if I reversed it and placed it on top? It would create more contrast than simply lowering the collar.”

”Considering it that way, it indeed seems so...”

Fu Qian’s fabrications were always seamless, and as he began expressing his creative inspiration, Dorian finally chimed in slightly, albeit in a somewhat stiff tone.

”Right... As for this sword, a kind gentleman unearthed it from a pit and, unable to use it himself, generously gifted it to me.”

”The most touching gesture, however, was from an elderly lady who not only told me I should visit the clinic in such situations but even personally guided me partway before leaving near the destination.”

Fu Qian displayed pure gratitude, seemingly deeply touched despite being an outsider in a foreign land.

Click!

This time, Dorian did not directly comment on his claim. With a soft sound, the door finally opened from the inside.

...

”Please, come in.”

”It actually sounds quite nice. I should be grateful to them, really. It’s been a while since I’ve had any customers.”

The door opened wide, allowing Fu Qian to easily see the medical facilities inside.

Doctor Dorian, whom he hadn’t seen for a day, stood sideways behind the door, gesturing invitingly to him.

It was hard to tell whether it was a genuinely sincere remark, clearly reaffirming that to him, Fu Qian was visiting for the first time, and it had been a long time since the clinic had opened.

”I can see that.”

Fu Qian’s face was naturally unworried, and he did not rush inside like most seeking medical attention but stood outside first to observe briefly, confirming the medical conditions and potential pitfalls.

The quietness was undeniable, and the layout was strikingly similar to last time.

The only difference was the chair where he had received treatment before was still there, but the doll had disappeared, as if temporarily put away.

Whizz—

Nodding in acknowledgment of the poor business, Fu Qian switched his sword to the other hand, deftly picking out another blood clot and only then stepped inside, cautious not to soil the floor.

”It’s nothing, but your situation does look quite severe. How did it end up like this?”

Doctor Dorian seemed to admire his meticulousness.

Of course, with the benevolence of a healer, he signaled that blood spattered on the floor was alright while primarily concerned about his condition.

”Repentance leads to actualization.”

Without turning his head, Fu Qian responded sharply, demonstrating an introspective view on his ailment.

”I previously beat a pregnant woman, causing her to have a preterm birth. Perhaps due to that, I’ve been cursed.”

...

At that moment, even the well-worn Doctor Dorian seemed rather affected, not only failing to respond but the act of closing the door slowed somewhat.

”Additionally, the visible symptoms are just part of it; my head is filled with the cries of an infant, not the pleasant kind.”

However, Fu Qian’s confession hadn’t ended, as he found a seat and continued.

”I must say, this is indeed a rare case I’ve encountered.”

”It’s not that I dismiss the idea of a curse, but isn’t your situation overly severe?”

Being accustomed to various life scenarios, Doctor Dorian finally adjusted his emotions, closed the door, and sat down, furrowing his brow.

”Excessively severe, perhaps...”

The doctor’s assessment seemed to affect Fu Qian, who pondered for a moment, then recalled something.

”Could it be due to multiple grievances? I had a more severe encounter earlier.”

This wasn’t an unfounded accusation against himself.

Considering the Godson’s affinity for traditional birthing methods, his reputation as a Godson nemesis had led to numerous controversial acts.

What Fu Qian referred to was an event shortly after starting his side job, accompanying Night Watchman Squad to encounter the lady who chewed tea cups.

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