Lost Image (Twenty-Two)
A mature physician absolutely had to rid himself of the bad habit of jumping to conclusions.
Every conclusion needed to be based on reliable examination results.
He hadn't naively assumed that cutting off both legs would solve everything. Olyntel clearly had a rigorous side to him, though unfortunately, not much of one.
Fu Qian had barely ever taken his eyes off the changes that came over Jian after Olyntel treated her.
The first thing he focused on was the charred ash that had been blasted everywhere. Unlike the scraps of her nightgown, it hadn't drifted down.
Combined with the conclusion just reached—that the clothes, as part of a whole, were still affected by the decree—it was easy to deduce that the ash was still subject to it too.
So this reversal of time wasn't all that strange.
Overall, the decree-like effect remained as stable as ever. Olyntel's treatment hadn't worked.
As for whether it had caused any adverse effects, the senses weren't very sensitive to the decree, so Fu Qian had only conducted a few basic tests.
One of those was trying to move closer.
The results showed that the symptoms were unmistakable.
Fu Qian quickly realized that his movement speed had a cap.
Just like the length of a dream.
"I think I actually triggered it instead... How could this happen..."
As mentioned before, Olyntel might not have been especially perceptive, but at least he could take a hint.
At Fu Qian's prompting, he stared at the gradually restored legs and tried walking a couple of steps. He promptly reached a conclusion, then crashed again.
"According to your diagnostic approach, the contamination must be too severe. Purifying only the worst-affected areas is no longer enough."
Though he had the upper hand, Fu Qian maintained the bearing